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

Yunling was somewhat surprised: "Your Majesty noticed?"

Yun Yi shook his head: "No, not at all."

"But when he talked about the 'paradise of reincarnation,' his eyes were too calm, almost too calm."

"And he actually said 'the Paradise of Reincarnation,' not some 'bullshit paradise,' nor some 'idiot paradise.'"

"Based on this sentence alone, I have reason to suspect that he is definitely not an authorized person."

Yunling nodded: "That's definitely not it."

"But a ninth-level martial arts practitioner at the age of fifteen, what kind of person do you think could reach that level?"

Yun Yi glanced at Yun Ling: "So, do you think he's a person of great fortune or destined for greatness?"

Yunling didn't speak, but turned to look at Ji Wujiu, who was shivering beside her:

"Come on, tell me."

"You've experienced the most of the world, you should know something about it, right?"

Ji Wujiu swayed back and forth like a roly-poly toy, startled by the sudden question, then jumped up:

"Ah, you mean this? I guess it's someone with great fortune."

Yun Yi looked over: "Are you so sure?"

Ji Wujiu nodded: "Of course I'm sure."

"At this age, if one is not yet a Martial Emperor, one can only be a person of great fortune. One's destiny is not that bad."

"Anyway, in all the minor worlds I've experienced, I've never seen such a terrible destiny."

"So he must be someone with great fortune."

……

When Lin Qingxuan walked out of the imperial study, his steps remained unhurried.

He passed through two palace gates, turned into a secluded corridor, and only stopped in the shadow of the pillars after making sure no one was around.

He leaned against a pillar, closed his eyes, as if trying to calm himself down.

A moment later, an aged, somewhat hoarse voice resounded within him, like bubbles slowly rising from the depths:

"We've been discovered."

Lin Qingxuan's back stiffened slightly. Without opening his eyes, he swallowed hard: "...They figured it out too?"

"Um."

"How did you find out?"

"What you said is incorrect." The voice paused, tinged with a hint of helplessness. "When you said 'Paradise of Reincarnation,' they clearly paused for a moment."

"The problem must lie with these four characters."

Lin Qingxuan was silent for a moment, then slowly exhaled.

He showed neither regret nor fear, but simply whispered, "So what do we do now? Should we run?"

"Why are you running? They won't touch you for now."

Lin Qingxuan opened his eyes, looked down at the silver belt around his waist, and paused for a moment on the plain-colored ornament on the belt buckle: "Master, are you sure? I can't see through any of the methods of those extraterrestrial demons."

"Last time—if it weren't for you, I would have been dead long ago."

When he mentioned "that last time," his voice unconsciously lowered, as if he had mentioned something he shouldn't have.

The voice didn't reply immediately, seemingly considering its words: "Last time we were unlucky; we encountered some of the most elite among the reincarnators."

"But that doesn't mean all those with access rights act that way."

"Then why join them?" Lin Qingxuan asked.

He turned his head, his gaze passing through the eaves of the corridor and looking towards the direction of the Imperial Study. "It's too dangerous to do things under those people's noses."

"It's dangerous," the voice admitted frankly, "but there's nothing we can do."

"Your master is not from this world. I reside in your body to avoid the Heavenly Dao. I have almost exhausted my means. If I cannot find a new refuge, I will not survive this winter."

"They are not from this world either, yet they dare to establish a dynasty in this world—I don't know where they got the guts to do this kind of thing in someone else's world."

"Heaven never shows mercy to such things, but since they dare to do it, they must have a way to evade Heaven."

"What we need to do is join them first, and once the dynasty succeeds, we can use their presence to cover up your existence—or rather, my existence—so that I can continue to hide."

Lin Qingxuan remained silent for a long time after hearing this.

He leaned against a pillar, his gaze fixed on a withered leaf blown down by the wind at his feet. After a long while, he finally spoke: "...Master, are you sure they can succeed?"

"I'm not sure. But do you have a better idea?"

Lin Qingxuan did not answer.

He stood for a while, then straightened up, straightened his robe, and started walking back towards the post station.

A pale figure flashed at the corner of the corridor and disappeared into the boundary where the morning light and shadow intersected.

Within his body, in that small, unseen space, a pair of aged eyes peered through the barrier called "Lin Qingxuan" towards the direction of the Imperial Study, a glint of red light flashing in them.

The news spread faster than expected.

Representatives from the Xuantian Sect and the Wanling Valley met with representatives from the Reincarnators Alliance in an inconspicuous small town in the southern region, and reached an agreement in less than two hours.

Neither side wrote down their conditions in a complicated way; they laid them out one by one on the table, as clean and straightforward as exchanging surrender documents in front of two armies.

Those who are reincarnated should seek methods to prolong their lives.

The two dying Martial Emperors each received a thousand years of lifespan, enough for them to stabilize their realm and recover at least 50% of their combat power.

In exchange, the two Martial Emperors will personally take action on the day of the Yunming Empire's ascension ceremony, heading straight for the imperial city.

The Xuantian Sect and Wanling Valley were responsible for containing the main forces of the Yunming Empire on the border and cutting off the channels for various prefectures to support the imperial city.

The two families have had disciples spread throughout the Southern Region for tens of thousands of years. Their familiarity with the area and the number of their informants far surpasses that of the emerging Yunming Empire.

If they launch riots on the same day, they can at least tie down a large portion of the local garrison, leaving the capital isolated at a critical moment.

After the agreement was signed, the leader of the Reincarnators Alliance—a gaunt-faced man whose age was hard to guess—pushed two pills gleaming with a blood-black light in front of the two Martial Emperor representatives.

The two Martial Emperors glanced at them and immediately recognized that these two pills were formed from the slaughter of hundreds of millions of living beings, with such rich blood and qi that even they, with their cultivation levels, frowned.

One of the reincarnators noticed their concerns and said, "Don't worry, all the creatures killed here are clones; the real ones are very few."

"We're not stupid enough to commit massacres; that would easily attract the attention of those self-proclaimed righteous old monsters."

One of the emperors shook his head:

"It's not that I can't let go, but our requirements also include the method to condense this pill, not just obtaining the pill itself."

The reincarnator was taken aback at first, then a slight smile appeared on his lips: "Don't worry, a thousand years of lifespan, once the matter is accomplished, the method of condensing it will naturally be offered to you with both hands."

The two representatives put away their pills, said nothing more, and got up to leave.

The news reached the capital late at night.

Yunling sat on the windowsill of the Imperial Study, holding the secret report she had just received in her hand. After reading it, she burned it over the candle flame, watching the pages curl, yellow, and turn to ashes. Then she patted the residue off her hands.

"It's settled," she said. "The two emperors will make their move simultaneously on the day of their court ceremonies. One will take the northern route and strike directly at the capital, while the other will take the eastern route to flank and intercept them."

"Disciples from the Xuantian Sect and the Wanling Valley will coordinate to launch a riot that day, covering at least thirty prefectures."

"The leader of the Reincarnators Alliance is a guy called 'Withered Bones,' whose cultivation level is the highest among the Reincarnators. He is at the peak of the ninth level of martial arts, just one step away from becoming a Martial Emperor."

Yun Yi sat behind his desk and read the plan through again from beginning to end, making sure every detail was in place before closing the paper.

"Only at the peak of the ninth level of martial arts? So many years have passed, and not a single Martial Emperor has emerged?"

Yunling shook her head: "This is indeed a bit difficult for those reincarnators."

"The Martial Emperors of this world are not those who can achieve the level of cultivation speed, but those who possess a certain state of mind—a mindset of 'I am invincible'."

"That's precisely what keeps those reincarnators firmly in check."

"But it is precisely because this mindset is required that the gap between Martial Emperors and those below Martial Emperors in this world is so vast."

Yun Yi nodded. He understood this as well, but he didn't expect that this group of reincarnators would be stuck on this. It's true that Bai has reincarnated so many times, but he still hasn't developed an invincible mindset.

He turned to look at Yunling: "Then how did you break through to the Martial Emperor realm? Logically speaking, with me by your side, it should have been very difficult for you to break through."

Yunling was startled when she was suddenly asked this question—I haven't even told him about my breakthrough to Martial Emperor yet, how did he know?

However, she immediately curled her lips into a smile, put her hands on her hips, and said with an air of matter-of-fact:

"That's not difficult."

"Why force yourself to fight someone you absolutely can't beat when it comes to mindset?"

"So I believe that as long as you're not around, I'm invincible."

"And then I broke through."