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

Yun Yi shook his head.

"No, that's not it. The main thing is that the first world was rated as hellish by Paradise. I survived and then became a Privilege Holder."

Yunling was taken aback at first, then gasped.

"Hiss... As expected of a master, even the first world is so unique."

"More or less." Yun Yi's tone remained calm.

Yunling took a deep breath and glanced at Ji Wujiu, who was leaning against the wall, still in a state of utter despair.

"Alright, enough with the nonsense, do you agree or not?"

Ji Wujiu finally recovered somewhat from the emotional trauma. Leaning against the wall, his voice was muffled, carrying a resigned acceptance:

"Alright, since both of you are here, there's no point in me struggling when I can only create clones."

"You want me to keep an eye on all unusual activity within the Yunming Empire."

Yun Yi nodded. "If any reincarnators or hunters try to cause trouble within my territory—murder, arson, incite riots, or disrupt public order—help me hold them off."

Ji Wujiu's face, devoid of eyeballs, showed little reaction. He shifted his body slightly, finding a more comfortable position.

"That's no problem. I have many clones anyway, so I won't care if a few die."

He thought for a moment and added, "But then again, at most I can only help you stall for time. If you really want to kill or capture them, you'll have to rely on yourselves."

"After all, you know how powerful my clones are."

"That's enough."

Ji Wujiu nodded, his head bobbing slightly in the shadow of the broken walls, like a ball that hadn't been properly secured.

He paused, his empty eyes turning to Yunling, "Little ancestor, could you please stop eliminating my clones so easily? Those clones were all painstakingly created by me. Although they're not worth much, they still took a lot of effort."

Yunling glanced at him: "It depends on my mood."

Ji Wujiu's face fell, and he stopped haggling.

The night wind blew in through the dilapidated temple doorway, stirring up the ashes on the ground, and the firelight flickered a few times before settling down.

Yun Yi stood at the doorway, glancing at the outline of the imperial city in the distance. The lights from the lanterns on the city walls formed a string of tiny points of light in the night, like a necklace left out in the distance.

He withdrew his gaze, turned to Yunling, and said, "It's time to go back."

Yunling stood up and dusted off her hands: "Yeah, I still have a bunch of memorials to review when I get back."

"Memorials?" Ji Wujiu asked curiously. "What are you, a princess, reviewing?"

Yunling turned around and gave him a smile:

"Now I am the Regent Princess."

—Mainly because Yun Yi discovered that Yun Ling not only thought exactly the same way he did about governing the country, but even did it better, so he simply delegated authority to her.

Ji Wujiu froze, his empty eyes staring in her direction. His lips moved silently twice, but he ultimately said nothing.

He silently cursed the Paradise of Reincarnation in his heart.

"I'm gone."

Yun Yi stepped out of the dilapidated temple, with Yun Ling following closely behind. The two walked towards the imperial city along the dirt road they had come from.

In the darkness of night, two short figures moved slowly across the field, one after the other, like two moving dark spots, their shadows elongated by the moonlight.

At the temple gate, Ji Wujiu still leaned against the broken wall, listening to the sound of the night wind passing through the door frame, and let out a very soft sigh with a bitter smile:

"This damn amusement park keeps making things so difficult for me. Is it really that hard to just enjoy a peaceful time?"

The news spread faster than anyone expected.

The news of Yun Yi's ascension to the throne at the age of six was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, with ripples spreading outward from the center of the Southern Region, sweeping across the entire Yunming Empire, crossing the border mountains, and flowing to even more distant places.

The news network in every corner of the East Wilderness, West Desert, North Cold, and Central Plains picked up this signal at the same time.

The emperor at the age of six.

The day after his ascension to the throne, an edict was issued to reform domestic affairs, rectify officialdom, eliminate redundant officials, and conduct a land survey. The document, bearing the bright red jade seal, was delivered to various prefectures and counties by express post.

The edict was written with mature and clear wording, unlike the handwriting of a child, but rather the handwriting of a veteran official who had been immersed in the court for hundreds of years.

The eyes hidden in the shadows made their judgment the instant they saw the imperial edict—the dynasty was on the verge of collapse.

The six-year-old emperor wanted to follow the path of a prosperous dynasty.

These reincarnators, who have lived through countless worlds, are all too aware of the dynasty's weaknesses.

The foundation of a dynasty lies in the nation's destiny and the people's hearts; the nation's destiny is embodied in its territory, and the people's hearts are entrusted to order.

As long as the territory is fragmented and order collapses, the so-called dynasty will crumble like a tall building with its frame removed.

"Kill all his people and burn all his land, and his dynasty will never be established."

This judgment circulated in secret, like a cluster of sparks caught in the wind falling into a pile of dry firewood, silently igniting a prairie fire.

But no one took immediate action.

Those who have survived so many reincarnations are not stupid.

If someone dares to reveal their position, ascend the throne, and issue a reform decree at the age of six, they are either a complete idiot or so confident as to think that revealing their position doesn't matter.

The person who can become the one with authority cannot be the former.

That leaves only the latter.

They need more time to observe, more intelligence, and to confirm what the six-year-old emperor's trump card really is.

While observing, they were also doing something else—frantically burning through their lifespan.

For them, the best way to improve is to directly exchange their lifespan for a higher realm.

Those who reincarnate are already skilled in this art, and once a person with authority is identified, no one is stingy with their lifespan.

Authorized users are hard to find, and an authorized user who is willing to expose themselves is a godsend.

The sixth level of martial arts has become the threshold, and there are quite a few people at the seventh level.

Several hunters at the peak of their realm even stepped into the eighth rank after burning almost all of their lifespan. Their blood and qi were as hot as magma, and the ground cracked wherever they stepped. Their pressure was so strong that ordinary martial artists would kneel down on the spot.

Everything was done in the shadows, without alerting anyone.

A year has passed.

In the autumn of the year Yun Yi turned seven, eighteen beacon fires were lit simultaneously on the border, and the smoke billowed into the sky, turning the southern sky into a murky gray-yellow.

This is not one war, but dozens of wars breaking out at the same time.

The allied forces, led by the Northern Lu Empire and the Divine Wind Empire, simultaneously advanced from the northern and western fronts, followed by the armies of more than a dozen vassal states, with a total strength exceeding one million.

Several neighboring countries on the eastern and southern fronts, which had previously been relatively peaceful, suddenly broke their treaty and launched a full-scale attack, as if someone had pressed the button to attack them simultaneously.

There are more than ten first-rate forces and countless second-rate forces.

Even more unsettling was the sight of the banner of a top-tier power unfurled amidst the sandstorms of the northern front—a black banner embroidered with a dark golden full moon, its fluttering in the wind and emanating an oppressive aura that made everyone feel suffocated.