He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

The privileged observer was still sealing the crack, a grayish-white light dancing in his palm.

He glanced at Wan Su Daojun, his tone as flat as a stagnant pool:

"You're right, winning against you is indeed useless."

"But you can't stop us from destroying the world."

Wan Su Daojun's gaze swept over the four people one by one, finally landing on Yun Yi.

Then he saw those eyes.

The gray power of time surged within, while the pale golden laws of life pulsed within. Layers of weariness, anger, and madness overlapped, yet there was not a trace of hesitation.

Wan Su Daojun fell silent.

The gray power of time surged from his body, thicker, brighter, and more violent than ever before, like a gray torrent bursting forth from the depths of the earth.

Wei Changsheng's sword cleaved into the torrent and was deflected.

Zhou Yan's knife cut into the torrent and was frozen.

Ji Wujiu's spear pierced the torrent and was knocked away by the force of the impact.

The grayish-white light of the person watching the play was also scattered by the torrent, turning into tiny specks of light that drifted and scattered in the night wind.

Wan Su Daojun broke through the encirclement of four people and rushed towards Yun Yi.

A gray torrent surged behind us like a giant tail, dragging its destructive momentum, causing the entire sky to tremble.

Yun Yi did not retreat.

He raised his hands, and gray and pale gold light danced in his palms at the same time.

The laws of life burst forth from the palm of the hand, spreading outwards in all directions without reservation.

A ray of light rose from the horizon like a sun, and wherever it passed, the cracks that had been frozen by Wan Su Dao Jun spread again, and the fissures that had been filled by time shattered once more—everything that had been sealed, suppressed, and controlled began to collapse.

The sky is shattered.

Like a mirror shattered by a hammer, countless fragments fall from the dome, each reflecting the afterimage of a world: mountains and rivers, cities and villages, plains and forests, oceans and deserts, all scenes reflected in it, like countless miniature dreams shattering at the same time.

The earth is also cracking.

Coastal cities washed away by giant waves, northern villages buried by blizzards, volcanic islands swallowed by lava, and ancient western desert cities swallowed by quicksand—all shattered into points of light in the pale golden glow.

Along with all the traces that truly existed, the marks that cannot be covered by time, and everything that has been "corrected" by the laws of life, everything vanished!

Wan Su Daojun hovered in mid-air, the gray torrent still churning behind him, but he no longer moved forward.

He gazed for a long time at the shattering sky, the collapsing earth, and the vanishing lives.

Then he spoke, his voice hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against glass.

"You destroyed this false world."

Everything that belonged to you in this world has vanished—irreversibly and forever.

"All those you loved, all those who loved you, all those you protected, guarded, and cared about—all gone."

"You think this will awaken destiny? You think destroying this cage will wake her up?"

You're wrong.

"Destiny is the embodiment of everyone's fantasies in this world—a mixture of good and evil, light and darkness."

"Where do you think those awakened gods, their madness, their destructive desires, their irrationality, come from? They all come from the evil thoughts overflowing from the body of destiny."

"She is inherently evil. Just because she is willing to be close to you and depend on you doesn't mean she will be on your side."

"The first thing she'll do when she wakes up won't be thank you, or hug you—it will be destroy you."

"Because you are a demon from beyond the heavens."

"Driven by the will of Heaven, the probability of her attacking you is much greater than the probability of her attacking me."

Each word felt like a heavy hammer blow.

Ke Yunyi's expression remained unchanged.

He looked at Wan Su Daojun, his pupils a mixture of gray and gold, reflecting the other's figure.

Then he spoke.

"I know."

"So what?"

He took a step forward, his bare feet touching the shattered void.

Wan Su Daojun looked into those eyes, where gray and gold swirled, weariness, madness, and determination were intertwined.

After a long silence, he lowered his hand.

The gray torrent of time receded into tiny specks of light, drifting away in the night wind.

At that moment, he abandoned the projection and allowed his true self to awaken.

Yun Yi took a step forward, and the shattered void gathered and dispersed beneath his feet, like stepping on a thin layer of ice.

He didn't look back at the collapsing sky and earth, nor at the vanishing gods and shattered pillars of light, nor even at the four authority holders still remaining on the battlefield.

He returned to the villa.

A small, warm home.

On the rooftop, the night breeze had stopped.

Yunxi stood at the edge, her floral skirt hanging down to her ankles, no longer fluttering.

Those half-closed eyes were now fully open, and the pupils were no longer a pale, almost transparent color, but had become as calm as the deep autumn night sky.

She looked at him, her lips not curving into a smile, she simply stared.

Yun Yao stood to the side, still holding the cup of tea that had long since gone cold.

Seeing Yun Yi emerge from the void, her face first showed surprise, then bewilderment, followed by a complex mix of emotions—like a sigh of relief, yet also like tension tightening further.

"Brother? What's wrong...?"

Yun Yi did not answer.

His gaze fell directly on her, seeing the face that was exactly the same as in his memory, and the small patch of missing skin on the back of her hand.

The void remains, unhealed, unchanging, like a blank that can never be filled.

He raised his hand, and the pale golden life law condensed into a tiny flame at his fingertips.

He reached out his hand to her—she instinctively wanted to pull away, but seeing his expression, she stopped.

The light touched the missing piece of skin.

Yun Yao frowned slightly, but this time there was no pain.

Pale gold flowed into the gaps like fine water, filling them in little by little, and the skin regenerated, blending seamlessly with the surroundings, without any color difference or traces.

Yun Yao looked down at her perfectly healed hand, her lips moved, but she ultimately said nothing.

Yun Yi shifted his gaze from her to Yun Xi.

"I don't know why you did this, because I didn't sense any malice from you."

"But now, can you lift the time lock on me?"

When Yun Yao was swept by the Law of Life that time, he felt pain. He was so overwhelmed by the fact that "the world is fake and his family is fake" that he didn't notice it.

But upon reflection, the laws of life are meant to eliminate "things that should not exist".

No matter how you try to remove it, it is still a law of life and will not harm anyone—it certainly won't cause pain to a fake person.

There is only one person who could do this without him noticing.

In addition, he was also aware that he and other reincarnators had reincarnated countless times in this world.

He can break through other people's blockades, but he can't break through his own.

At first, he thought it was Wan Su Dao Jun's doing, but then he realized that with his strength, even he himself before reincarnation was not someone Wan Su Dao Jun could touch.

Who else could it be? It couldn't be someone with the authority to access it.

That leaves only one.