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

Yun Yi looked down at the picture, his gaze sweeping from left to right, then from top to bottom.

He counted them, and there were exactly seventy-five.

Yunling tapped the red dots one by one with her fingertips:

"These few are concentrated in the three neighboring states of the northern border. They have the highest cultivation levels, and two of them have already reached the threshold of the ninth level of martial arts."

She paused, then added, "But they were also the ones who burned their lives the most. I estimate they have no more than a year left to live."

"This area," she said, tracing a line downwards, "is the southern border region, with the largest number of people, about thirty, ranging in cultivation from the sixth to the seventh rank. Most of them are hunters who came after those with authority."

"Their locations are the most scattered, but their activity range is limited, mainly concentrated around a few fixed towns."

"The rest are on both the east and west sides, and there are a few that are hidden very deep, in remote and uninhabited places in the mountains and forests. If it weren't for Ji Wujiu's clone stumbling upon them, I wouldn't have been able to find them in a short time."

She pointed to a tiny red dot on the edge of the map, almost overflowing the boundary and ending at the end of a thin line: "There's another one that's very special—near the border of Zhongzhou, their cultivation level isn't high, but their activity patterns are particularly strange."

Yun Yi's gaze lingered on the map for a moment, memorizing the position of each red dot and the annotations next to it. Then he rolled up the map and tucked it into his sleeve.

"Seventy-five." His voice was neither loud nor soft. "Anyone missed?"

"Nothing for now. The information Ji Wujiu gave us matches what I've received."

Yun Yi nodded and walked out from behind his desk. He hadn't changed his clothes; he was still wearing the same dark blue casual robe, without any dragon embroidery, so he didn't look like an emperor.

He walked to the door and opened the door to the imperial study.

The night breeze, carrying the chill of early autumn, blew in, causing the memorials on the table to rustle and turn.

"Are you going alone?" Yunling asked.

"Um."

"Can we finish running them all? There are seventy-five of them, scattered in more than a dozen directions. Just getting there will take a lot of time."

"We can finish the race."

Yun Yi didn't say anything more and stepped out of the door.

Yunling watched his figure disappear into the night outside the door, then glanced down at the dense red dots on the sand table and murmured to herself:

"...Alright then."

"But I'm warning you, the last one is most likely a trap, an ambush, so proceed with caution."

Yun Yi's steps did not stop, and his voice returned:

"Okay, I understand."

The moment he stepped out of the imperial study, the first layer of seal within his body loosened.

A small portion of that power, suppressed for many years, surged out and flowed through the body along the meridians, like a newly thawed stream, surging within the body with a slight warmth.

A very faint warm glow rose to the surface of the skin, almost invisible in the darkness of night.

He did not solve the second layer.

One layer is enough.

To deal with seventy-five reincarnators, the power released from the first layer of the seal far exceeded what was needed.

He took a step and disappeared from the palace path.

When he reappeared, he was already standing on the official road thirty miles north of the city.

The night wind swept across the rice paddies on both sides, and the rice ears rippled like silvery waves under the moonlight.

This is the location of the first red dot—a reincarnator hidden in a village beside the official road, at the peak of the sixth level of martial arts. His activity area is limited to this village and a few surrounding towns, as if he is waiting for some opportunity.

Yunyi stood under an old locust tree at the entrance of the village, his gaze passing over the low thatched roof and landing on a mud-brick house with a dim light.

He didn't do anything unnecessary; he simply walked along a dirt road, stopped in front of the mud-brick house, and knocked on the door twice.

"Who is it?" came an alert voice from inside the door.

"Just passing by."

There was a moment of silence inside, followed by soft footsteps approaching the door.

The door was opened a crack, and a pair of wary eyes peered out through the gap.

Upon realizing that the person standing outside the door was just a seven-year-old child, the wariness in their eyes instantly surged to its peak—seven years old was the age of these reincarnated beings.

Those who come knocking on our door are either those with authority or hunters.

Just as he was about to flee, Yun Yi had already raised his hand.

One punch.

The door and the person vanished together.

The adobe house is still there, but the door panel has been replaced by a smooth, rounded notch.

Through the gap, you can see that the room is completely empty—the tables, chairs, beds, clutter, and even the reincarnated person behind the door are all gone.

Yun Yi withdrew his fist and nodded.

It seems that I have made some progress in controlling the force over the years.

Then, he turned and walked in the next direction.

The second person was in a dense forest thirty miles away. He was at the peak of the sixth level of martial arts and was skilled in concealment and ambush.

When Yun Yi found him, he was crouching in the canopy of an old camphor tree, like an owl waiting for its prey.

Yun Yi stopped under the tree, looked up at the canopy, and lightly leaped forward, throwing a punch.

The reincarnator didn't even have a chance to pop out of the treetop before disappearing on the spot.

The third person was on the riverbank, at the early stage of the seventh level of martial arts, hiding under an abandoned fishing boat.

As Yun Yi walked over, something suddenly rammed up the bottom of the ship from the inside, and a figure was about to break out of the ship.

But Yun Yi had already reached the side of the boat, raised his fist, and gently brought it down.

The fishing boat, the river, and the figure below all disappeared together.

The fourth, the fifth, the sixth... each one is separated by tens to hundreds of miles, distributed in different directions and different terrains.

Yun Yi's steps did not stop. His figure flashed in and out of the night, like a marble that bounced and jumped on the vast chessboard, each landing point precisely covering the position of a red dot.

When the seventh reincarnator was found, he was hiding in an abandoned mine, surrounded by layers of defensive arrays and warning runes.

The formation had already been triggered before Yun Yi arrived, and a piercing alarm sounded from deep within the mine.

He took a step and appeared directly at the deepest part of the mine.

The reincarnator gripped a short sword, its blade crackling with a dark red light, clearly burning away its last vestiges of life.

The moment he saw Yun Yi, his pupils contracted sharply, his short sword was held horizontally in front of him, and he roared out a desperate cry:

"What exactly are you—" Before he could finish speaking, his fist had already landed.

A void was blasted open in the mine, and the man and the knife were annihilated together.

The eighth, the ninth, the tenth... By the time the twenty-third one arrived, some of the reincarnators had already noticed something amiss and began to leave their original hiding places, fleeing in more distant directions.

But they were too slow.

Or perhaps the map Yunling provided already contained their escape route.

Yun Yi's figure traced blurry trails in the night, each landing precisely intercepting the fleeing individuals.

Raise your hand, throw a punch, and continue.

No one could hold on for another breath, and no one could let out a complete scream.

The moment that aura drew near, a fist landed on him; as his body began to dissipate, his consciousness belatedly realized—he was dead.

As night deepened and the moon veered westward, a faint, pale light began to appear on the horizon.