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

Yunling watched him drink the porridge, and her lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

She silently thought to herself: This person has a really big heart.

Even though she had already realized that there was something wrong with her, she could still drink cold porridge and eat osmanthus cake with such peace of mind.

However, on the other hand, if he weren't so magnanimous, he wouldn't have let me get close even after discovering that he had a problem.

Of course, the main reason is that this guy is genuinely a little bit perverted.

She has reincarnated through nine worlds, a full nine worlds!

In all nine worlds, she had never seen such an outrageous person.

When she first used the Heavenly Dao Sand Table to simulate attacking Yun Yi, everything suddenly went black before she could even make a move.

It was too fast; so fast that before she could even register what was happening, she was already "dead."

The second time was slightly better; at least she managed to shout "You—" before everything went black again.

The third time, she was smarter and played all her cards in advance.

But as a result, everything went black again.

The fourth time, she gave up on directly taking action and tentatively asked, "You too?"

The person opposite her nodded calmly, and then—her world went dark again.

It wasn't until the fifth time that she finally confirmed Yun Yi's identity from that person—an authority user, just like her.

At that moment, she looked at that expressionless face in the Heavenly Dao Sand Table and remained silent for a full quarter of an hour.

Over the course of nine worlds, she has killed more than a hundred reincarnators, and more than ten privileged beings have died by her hand.

But I've never seen such an outrageous guy before.

The key point is, this person is only three years old.

Even without burning her lifespan, she used the Heavenly Dao Sand Table to simulate her own realm after overdrawing ten years to launch an attack, but as soon as she made a move, everything went black.

She had always known that "Paradise" was inhumane, after all, she was the one who had been thrown in there to be fried fish before.

But she never expected that this time, she would be the one to be used as a scapegoat.

Why is this guy in the same world as her?!

"What are you thinking about?" Yun Yi's voice suddenly came from the other side.

Yunling snapped back to reality: "Huh? N-nothing."

Seeing her attempt to cover up her misunderstanding, Yun Yi didn't press the matter further.

Yunling quickly grabbed a piece of osmanthus cake and stuffed it into her mouth, vaguely changing the subject: "My mother said there's a big banquet in the palace in a few days... many princes will be going, are you going?"

"I'm not going," Yun Yi replied crisply.

"Why? It's so lively there!"

"It's noisy."

Yunling puffed out her cheeks, glanced at him, chewed a few times, swallowed the pastry, and sighed, "Alright, I'll tell you what happened when I get back."

She stood up, patted the wrinkles on her skirt, closed the food box, tilted her head and said to Yun Yi, "See you in a few days then."

After saying that, she turned around and skipped towards the courtyard gate.

As she neared the door, she suddenly stopped, without turning around, and asked softly, "Brother 101, what would you do if... one day, a cataclysmic disaster struck the world?"

Yun Yi put down his bowl of porridge, looked at the small figure from behind, and calmly replied, "That depends on who that person is."

Yunling didn't say anything more, pushed open the courtyard gate, and walked out.

Yunyi watched the courtyard gate close again, lowered his eyes, and picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and took a bite.

It's very sweet; the fragrance of osmanthus slowly spreads across the tip of your tongue.

Time flows on like water.

Yunyi is six years old.

His pull-up figure was no longer seen on the branches of the two ancient trees in the courtyard; the continuous whistling sound of his punches was no longer heard by the stone table.

Instead, there was a soft rustling sound as the pages turned.

When Consort Rou occasionally came to visit him, she would see him sitting quietly at the stone table reading a book, and a gratified smile would appear on her face, as if she thought, "My child has finally grown up."

Looking at Consort Rou's heartfelt words of comfort, Yun Yi knew that her ability to think this way truly showed her kind and gentle nature.

He said, "It's all thanks to my mother's excellent teaching."

Consort Rou was slightly taken aback, then smiled even more gently: "Alright, stop trying to make your mother happy."

"What books do you want to read? Your mother will have the Imperial Household Department fetch them for you."

Since then, his reading materials have changed from primers to history books, geography books, local customs books, and basic theories of cultivation methods.

He spent a month going through all the books in the palace library that did not involve royal secrets, and then began to expand outwards—asking palace servants who traveled outside the palace to bring back some miscellaneous books.

The books were a mixed bag, including travelogues, anecdotes, rudimentary introductory cultivation techniques from the common people, and a rough introduction to the five continents of the Tianwu Continent.

Yun Yi slowly pieced together the whole picture of this world from those yellowed pages.

The Tianwu Continent is divided into five continents: the Eastern Wilderness, the Western Desert, the Southern Region, the Northern Cold, and the Central State.

The Southern Region has the thinnest spiritual energy and the lowest overall level of cultivators; the Central Region has the richest spiritual energy and is the core of the cultivation world on the entire continent.

It is said that any elder from any sect in the Central Continent could establish their own sect in any of the other four continents.

The Yunming Empire is located in the southern region. It is not a major power, but barely ranks among the second-rate powers.

There are several neighboring countries of similar size, and there are occasional small-scale border frictions, but overall it is relatively peaceful.

The cultivation system in this world is quite simple and direct: there are nine ranks of martial artists, each rank being a major realm, and each major realm is further divided into four smaller stages: early stage, middle stage, late stage, and peak stage.

Above the ninth level of martial arts is the Martial Emperor—a realm considered mythical in this world, with no more than five people recorded in historical records.

This world focuses on cultivating the physical body, qi and blood, and strength.

Upon seeing this, Yun Yi nodded slightly.

He closed the book and looked down at his hands.

From the age of three to six, to outsiders, it seemed like he hadn't practiced boxing in the yard for a long time.

On the surface, he had long since reined in his wild running, jumping, and punching antics, and now sat quietly in his study every day reading, writing, and drinking tea, a quiet and somewhat boring little prince.

In reality, he only cultivated slightly, raising his realm to the Foundation Establishment stage. He then left a clone in the courtyard to conceal his true identity, while his main body flew into the sky, freely releasing the long-suppressed power within him.

The results were indeed remarkable, but the cost was also obvious.

For the past three years, the people in the city have felt a strange sense of oppression hanging over the sky.

Ordinary people have dulled senses and don't feel it very strongly, but the stronger the martial artist, the more fearful they are of having a sword hanging over their neck and impending doom every time they look up at the sky.

Over the course of three years, the power he had accumulated within him had become so immense that even he himself could not accurately estimate it.

The price to pay is that the seal has been stacked up to ninety-nine layers.

If there were one more layer, his body would be like a spring compressed to its limit, completely collapsing during an unintentional exertion—the power would be out of control, space would shatter, and the entire palace and even the surrounding area would be instantly wiped out.

He had to find a way out.

And the cultivation system of this world is the best direction.

Although he possessed cultivation systems from multiple worlds, he still chose the method of this world.

It's not that this world's system is the strongest, but Yun Yi discovered that in the Lesser Thousand Worlds, apart from the system of this world or similar systems, cultivating techniques from other worlds would be significantly suppressed.

The most obvious example is the Immortal Path.

Don't be fooled by how easily he achieved Foundation Establishment; it's simply because he's powerful enough to force his way through.

If you really follow the steps to practice, the speed will be reduced by at least ten times, and the effect will be greatly reduced.

He tried other systems one by one, and they all had varying degrees of lag.

This also made Yun Yi realize one thing: in the Lesser Thousand Worlds, if a system is not recognized by the Heavenly Dao of this world, it will be suppressed.