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

Yun Yi walked out of an abandoned mountain god temple, patting off a speck of dust from his sleeve—the last remnant of the seventy-second reincarnator.

He stood on the stone steps in front of the temple, pulled the map out of his sleeve, and glanced at the last three red dots by the moonlight.

Those three red dots are the furthest away and have the highest cultivation level; they are also the ones Yunling marked as "most difficult to deal with."

On a solitary peak outside the borders of the Yunming Empire, a martial arts master at the eighth level.

One of them is located inside a dormant volcano in the northern border. He is at the peak of the eighth level of martial arts and burns his lifespan the most fiercely.

The last one was near the border of Zhongzhou, its trajectory was strange, and its background was unknown.

He carefully put the map away, glanced up at the pale golden dawn on the eastern horizon, then took a step and vanished.

Fifteen minutes later.

The seventy-third and seventy-fourth have been resolved.

the last one.

The red dot marked on the edge of the map lies in a desolate mountain valley.

There were no villages or official roads around, and even wild rabbits rarely ventured this way.

At the entrance to the mountain valley, several large boulders, rounded by wind erosion, are scattered about. Weeds grow wildly from the cracks in the rocks, their withered yellow and dark green mingling, draped in a mottled old blanket in the morning light.

The ground beneath Yun Yi's feet trembled slightly the moment he stepped into the mountain valley.

Within a radius of a hundred miles, the ground, mountains, and air simultaneously lit up with eerie blue light patterns, emerging from the depths of the soil, climbing along the textures of the rocks, and weaving into a giant net that covered the heavens and the earth in mid-air.

One layer, two layers, three layers—counting back, at least nine layers of the great formation rose up simultaneously.

The outermost layer is a sealing array that isolates the aura, the middle layer is a weakening array that suppresses the power, and the innermost layer is a killing array that gathers destructive power. Each array pattern is filled with a thick, blackish blood-red aura.

Ten figures appeared simultaneously from all four sides.

Some people emerged from behind the boulder, some broke through the ground, and some slowly fell from mid-air.

They wore different clothes—monk's robes, Taoist robes, and ordinary cloth—but their condition was strikingly similar: their blood and qi were so dense that they were almost solidified, their skin was covered with crack-like blood lines, and their breathing carried a dying heat, as if something was burning wildly inside them.

Their cultivation level was all maintained at the ninth level of martial arts.

Yun Yi glanced at it, but his gaze didn't linger for long.

The ten people were all ninth-tier beings who had been forcibly elevated by burning almost all of their lifespan and slaughtering countless living beings.

The blood and resentment clinging to them were so thick they seemed to drip, each bearing the sins of at least tens of millions—and they themselves would not live past tonight.

The bald man at the front grinned, revealing an expression that was hard to decipher—whether it was a smile or a sinister grin:

"Young Emperor, you didn't expect this, did you? We knew all along that someone with authority over the dynasty wouldn't be so quiet, so we guessed you would first find out their positions and then eliminate them one by one."

"Even if your strength is somewhat beyond imagination, that's all."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, his right hand behind his back, his fingertips constantly forming hand seals.

Behind them, the light of the great formations on the mountain wall deepened layer by layer. At the core of the killing formation, a dark red ball of light condensed, drawing spiritual energy from the mountain valley from all directions and expanding at an extremely slow but irreversible speed.

The other nine people were doing the same thing.

While they spoke sarcastic words and wore sinister smiles or indifference on their faces, everyone was secretly activating the formation with all their might, constantly strengthening this killing move that had been prepared for half a year.

They acted arrogantly, but deep down they knew better than anyone else that the guy who could traverse half of the Southern Region in one night and kill seventy-four people was someone that they, who relied on lifespan and blood sacrifice to reach the ninth rank, could not withstand head-on.

The only hope lies in this great formation.

Once the formation has fully charged, that single strike will be enough to wipe this mountain valley, along with the surrounding area for hundreds of miles, off the map.

As long as they can hit the target, even if it's just a slight graze, they have a chance.

Yun Yi stood in the middle of the mountain valley, the blue patterns under his feet still climbing and spreading, surging towards his ankles like living things, trying to cling to his body.

He glanced down at the light patterns, then looked up, his gaze sweeping over the ten faces with their varied expressions.

He spoke, his voice low and carrying the chill of the morning:

"Just you guys? Is nobody else here?"

The ten people all froze in their tracks.

The bald man's lips twitched, then he sneered:

"Of course, it's not just us."

He tilted his head slightly towards the exit of the ravine.

A figure slowly walked across the gravel at the mouth of the mountain pass.

She was a woman dressed in a wide, dark purple robe, the hem of which trailed on the ground without picking up a speck of dust. A string of silver bells adorned her waist, but they remained silent with each step she took.

Her face appeared to be between thirty and fifty years old, with long, narrow eyebrows and eyes, skin so white it was almost translucent, and lips of a very light color, like a white flower blooming under the moonlight.

There was no violent fluctuation of qi and blood around her, but wherever she walked, the pebbles slid aside on their own, as if even the stones dared not block her way.

Dark Moon Palace, Moon Goddess.

An existence that is infinitely close to that of Emperor Wu.

She stopped at the entrance of the mountain valley, her gaze falling on Yun Yi, scrutinizing him from head to toe with a scrutinizing look, as if she were estimating the quality and price of an object.

Then she spoke, her voice gentle to the point of being almost distant:

"The new emperor of the Yunming Empire is indeed extraordinary."

"The cultivation technique you possess... I'm willing to exchange it for one condition."

"If you are willing to hand it over, I will immediately withdraw all of Darkmoon Palace's troops and promise never to invade our territory again."

She spoke very politely and adopted a humble attitude, but the subtext of "pretending not to see" was not hard to understand—she felt that she was the one giving face.

Yun Yi looked at her for about two breaths, then looked away and scanned the ten people around him, the nine-layered formation, and the woman at the mountain pass who looked as white as moonlight.

"Is that all?" he said. "Isn't that underestimating me a bit?"

The Moon Goddess's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.

The expressions of the ten reincarnators also froze briefly.

Before anyone could speak, Yun Yi's fist was already raised.

It was a very simple punch.

There were no unnecessary preparatory movements; it was simply a casual, gentle hand gesture forward.

The moment the fist was thrown, all the light patterns in the ravine broke at the same instant.

The nine-layered array—from the outermost sealing array to the innermost killing array—was as if cleaved in two by an invisible giant blade. The dark blue light patterns shattered inch by inch, turning into countless fireflies of light that scattered and flew everywhere.

The core of the killing formation, which had been condensed for half a year, that dark red ball of light, burst silently like a bubble the moment it touched the fist.

Of the ten people, nine turned to ashes at the same moment.

In the blink of an eye, the nine figures vanished from their original spot.

The only one who survived was the one who was furthest away and was wearing a monk's robe.

The moment his fist landed, he triggered all his life-saving trump cards—three layers of his protective golden light shattered, five substitute death talismans burned, and he was thrown away by the aftershock, crashing into a pile of rocks at the edge of the ravine, spitting out a mouthful of black blood.

He had countless broken ribs, but at least he was still alive.

The Moon Goddess stood still.

She didn't move because she wasn't within the attack range.

As the aftershocks of the punch swept past her side, her wide purple robe shattered into countless pieces, a deep bloodstain appeared on her forehead, and blood trickled down her nose, dripping onto the gravel at her feet with a soft pattering sound.

The composed, scrutinizing expression on her face vanished.

Instead, there is a void—a void that only appears when a person is faced with something completely beyond their comprehension.

Yunyi lowered his fist.

His gaze passed over the fragments of array patterns scattered on the ground, past the nine vanished locations, and landed on the monk in his robes who was barely clinging to life.

"He's still alive."

"Okay, I admit you have some ability."