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

The souls of the two Martial Emperors remained silent for a long time.

"Has your scheming reached such a level?"

Yun Yi did not answer.

His gaze turned toward Lin Qingxuan.

Yunling said that there was a demonic soul from beyond the realm inside the other party's body.

This court ceremony was destined to fail.

To lure out the opponent's true form, the dynasty's fortune must be used as bait.

Therefore, he is not the main figure, but rather Yunling is in charge of this doomed dynasty.

Seeing that he did not speak, the two emperors did not say anything more.

Since he is already dead, there's no point in caring about him anymore.

……

Lin Qingxuan stood atop a border hill, his moon-white robe fluttering slightly in the wind.

Before him stood a Reincarnator at the eighth level of martial arts, who had just escaped from the chaotic battlefield. Covered in blood and with disordered breathing, he was trying to flee to the north.

Lin Qingxuan casually struck out with his palm, causing the other party to stagger backward. He then struck again, pinning the other party to the ground, rendering him unable to move.

Although this person's cultivation level is at the eighth rank, it is obvious that he has artificially increased it by burning his lifespan. His qi and blood are weak and he is already relatively weak compared to others of the same rank, let alone when facing someone like him who has climbed up step by step.

Lin Qingxuan subdued his opponent with minimal effort.

Just as he was preparing to deliver the final blow, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine from behind.

He was very familiar with that aura.

It's so familiar that I have nightmares every time I think about it.

He turned around abruptly, his pupils suddenly contracting.

A figure stood about ten feet behind him.

He was dressed in a dark, tight-fitting outfit, with a sheathless short sword hanging at his waist. The blade was entirely black and did not reflect light, like a solidified shadow.

The person looked young, around fifteen years old, with plain features that made him easy to miss in a crowd.

But when he stood there, the air around him seemed to lose its warmth, and even the wind seemed to avoid him.

It's him.

The access controller who almost killed him last time.

"The extraterrestrial demon." The young man in black spoke, his voice low and carrying a nonchalant indifference, "I've been looking for you for over half a year, and I've finally found you."

"You can really run fast."

He tilted his head and glanced at Lin Qingxuan, as if he were examining a piece of old merchandise in poor condition.

"How did you manage to get the amusement park to offer such a high reward? Something worth a level two access upgrade, and that's it?"

"It doesn't seem very strong. Or is it just a clone?"

Lin Qingxuan's throat tightened.

He tried to back away, but his legs felt like they were nailed to the ground.

The fear that surged from the depths of his bones made his body react a beat slower than his thoughts.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something to buy time, but the other person clearly had no interest in chatting.

The young man in black raised his hand.

There was no build-up of momentum, no preparatory action.

The hand simply rose flat and then shook hands with Lin Qingxuan.

Lin Qingxuan felt as if the entire space was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

The surrounding air, spiritual energy, light, and even sound seemed to be compressed together, collapsing towards him.

He subconsciously and frantically channeled his internal energy, concentrating all his power to form a shield around his body, while simultaneously calling out that voice in his heart:

"Master! Master! He's here—Master, you—"

no respond.

The space within his body, where his "master" resided, was as still as a stagnant pool, without even a ripple.

Lin Qingxuan's heart sank.

He didn't know why his master had suddenly stopped talking, but now was not the time to think about that.

He used every means at his disposal—three layers of his protective golden light shattered, five substitute talismans burned, and his figure flickered seven times in succession.

But the unseen hand still gripped him precisely.

The moment the young man clenched his fist, Lin Qingxuan felt as if he were being gripped in the palm of a giant hand.

His bones creaked under the strain, and countless cracks appeared on his skin, from which blood seeped, staining his moon-white robe a mottled red.

"The reaction speed is alright," said the young man in black, "but that's all."

He added even more force.

Lin Qingxuan felt like he was about to be crushed.

Just as his consciousness was about to be crushed by that pressure, the voice within him finally rang out.

"Okay, don't rush."

The aged voice was much calmer than usual, so calm that Lin Qingxuan felt somewhat unfamiliar with it.

Gone was the hoarseness and weariness of the past; in its place was a calm composure, as if one had let go of all burdens.

Lin Qingxuan's thoughts were still lingering on the joy of "Master finally responded," when he heard the voice continue:

"Give your body to me."

Lin Qingxuan didn't think much of it.

This wasn't the first time; in previous encounters with danger, his master had often taken over his body to deal with powerful enemies.

But later, as his cultivation level improved, he gradually no longer needed his master to do things for him.

But this time, there's no way to refuse.

He relaxed his control over his body, retracted the shattering blood and qi shield, and also withdrew his mental defenses.

However, this time, he sensed something different.

The master took control of the body faster than ever before—so fast that he barely had time to complete the thought of "relaxing control" before the power surged in like a flood, completely submerging the space he had originally occupied.

That power carried a temperature he had never felt before.

It was slightly cool, like an undercurrent deep underground, yet it carried a heavy weight.

Deep within his consciousness, Lin Qingxuan sensed changes occurring in his body.

Cracks, bloodstains, and deformed bones—all are repairing at an astonishing rate.

The moon-white robe became whole again, the wounds on his skin healed completely with each breath, and even the blood and qi in his body circulated in a way never before seen, as if someone were rearranging every route in his meridians.

But these are not the most important things.

The most important thing is that voice.

From the moment his master took over his body, Lin Qingxuan felt all the meridians, dantian, and acupoints in his body vibrating simultaneously.

Those spaces that were originally just "where the master resided" are rapidly expanding, like a palace whose doors have been pushed open by its master, with all the rooms lit up at the same moment.

An aura far exceeding the scope of "Emperor Wu" is gathering.

The aura wasn't infused from the outside, but rather rose layer by layer from the depths of this body—like silt that had been submerged at the bottom of a lake for many years being stirred up and surging to the surface, dyeing the entire lake a different color.

It is weighty and ancient, with a tranquility that is like the first awakening of eyes after hundreds of thousands of years of slumber.

Lin Qingxuan's body spoke.

The voice was completely different from before—neither his own clear and bright voice nor his master's usual hoarse and aged one, but a resonance somewhere in between, as if it were coming from a very distant place and penetrating countless barriers:

"I see."

He looked down at his hands, which were gleaming with a pale golden light.

"The main body has indeed succeeded."

In the distance, the young authority holder dressed in black withdrew his clenched hand, his brows furrowing slightly.

He sensed something was wrong—the great fortune master he was about to crush was recovering in a way he couldn't understand.

Moreover, the recovery speed is getting faster and faster, faster than he could comprehend.

But he didn't panic at all; instead, his eyes lit up, and he said excitedly:

"As expected, this is the real you."

"Only in this way can one be worthy of the appearance of an extraterrestrial demon."

"Instead of the coward who could only run away."