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

Lin Qingxuan's gaze slowly swept over the young authority holder in black robes from top to bottom.

"A Level 2 access holder of the Paradise of Reincarnation?"

The voice was no longer Lin Qingxuan's original clear and bright tone, but carried a strange sense of oppression.

The air around them thickened the moment the words were spoken, as if some invisible weight was pressing down on the entire space.

The young man in black was not affected by the oppressive feeling; instead, he smiled.

"Finally, he's stopped pretending."

He drew the sheathless dagger from his waist.

The jet-black blade did not reflect light in the morning light, resembling a frozen shadow.

"You were hiding inside that kid's body like a turtle, making me search for you for half a year."

He paused, then slowly raised the tip of his knife, pointing it at the figure opposite him. "Now you're willing to come out? Then don't go back."

Before the words were even finished, the person had already moved.

With one stride, he covered nearly a hundred feet, his figure splitting into three afterimages as he moved, slashing at Lin Qingxuan's body from three different angles simultaneously.

The black blade sliced ​​through the air without making a sound; instead, the surrounding space appeared to have been cut by the blade, creating three fine cracks that revealed the grayish-white void behind it.

Lin Qingxuan—or rather, the extraterrestrial demon that had taken over his body—did not dodge.

He didn't even look up.

He simply stood there, his right hand extending from his robe sleeve, fingers slightly spread, and casually pressed down forward.

The three afterimages stopped at the same time.

The blade was still three feet away from his robe, but no matter what he did, it couldn't penetrate even half an inch further, as if it had hit an invisible barrier.

The young man in black clothes frowned slightly.

The three afterimages merged back into one true form in the same instant, the black blade swung horizontally, and thrust fiercely towards the weak point of the invisible barrier.

The moment the blade made contact with the barrier, a piercing sound of metal scraping against ice rang out, and a string of tiny sparks burst into the air.

The barrier wasn't pierced, but a hair-thin crack appeared.

"Interesting." The voice of the extraterrestrial demon rang out again, a hint of scrutiny added to the vast resonance. "The power of the void? I haven't encountered such a method in the void for tens of thousands of years."

His tone was flat, as if he were commenting on a dish that was not bad.

But he didn't stop working.

He withdrew his right hand, changed his gesture, and brought his five fingers together like a knife, making a diagonal slash in the direction of the young man.

The surrounding space was like a piece of cloth torn in the middle, with a straight slit.

A dark gray current surged from the crevice, carrying an aura that instilled fear deep in one's bones.

The young man sheathed his sword and retreated the instant the gray mist enveloped him, his body flying backward several feet before he managed to steady himself with a few quick steps.

He glanced down at his arm—the edge of the cuff had been brushed by the gray mist, and a layer of the dark fabric had disappeared, revealing the skin underneath with a bluish sheen.

A shallow burn mark remained on it, as if it had been corroded by something.

He shook his hand, and the burn marks faded with each breath, his skin regaining its luster.

His lips parted into a wide grin again, this time with an even deeper smile.

"The extraterrestrial demons are indeed something special. They're much more interesting than those useless trash who only know how to burn through their lifespans."

He didn't rush to attack again, but stood still, twirling the black knife in his hand with the tip pointing downwards.

Like a hunter deciding to assess the quality of his prey before taking action.

The extraterrestrial demons did not pursue them.

He stood still, his pale gold vertical pupils slightly narrowed, as if sensing something.

After a moment, he whispered:

"I see."

"That Southern Immortal Dynasty's ascension ceremony was using the nation's fortune as bait to lure out my true form. Since you want to lure me, then I'll let you."

There was no anger or annoyance at being tricked in his voice; instead, there was a calmness that said, "Since you've laid the bait, I'll bite it."

He ignored the young man in black, turned his head, and gazed through the mountains and city walls a hundred miles away, landing precisely on the bright yellow figure in the sky above the imperial city.

The extraterrestrial demon raised his hand and made a fist in that direction.

Yun Yi, standing on the edge of the sea of ​​clouds above the imperial city, sensed a crack appear on the surface of the jade seal on the altar that was gathering the nation's destiny the moment that hand clenched its fist across a hundred miles of void.

The crack ran from the top of the jade seal straight to the bottom, splitting the newly formed golden national fortune in two.

The nation's fortunes, which were still flowing slowly, stopped the moment the cracks appeared, like a river that had been cut off.

Golden light leaked out from the cracks, scattering in all directions and turning into countless tiny specks of light.

Yunling stood atop the altar, still holding the scroll of prayer in her hand.

The last paragraph of the prayer had just been read, and the last word was still echoing in the air.

She sensed the change in the jade seal, glanced down at the widening crack, then looked up and gazed towards a direction a hundred miles away.

Her expression remained calm.

This was part of the plan all along.

If you don't give the other party enough benefits, how can their true form possibly descend?

Just then, she sensed fluctuations in the surrounding space.

Yunling didn't turn around, but she knew who had come.

"Your Majesty, this loss of national fortune is inevitable; otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to hook out that guy's true form."

Yun Yi looked at the fact that the other side had taken away most of the nation's fortune, but he didn't care. He simply said, "It's time to launch Plan Two."

Yunling was slightly taken aback: "Now?"

Yun Yi nodded.

Yunling hesitated for a moment, but after looking at the future of the Heavenly Dao Sand Table, her expression changed, and she looked at Yunyi with a complicated gaze.

Without further hesitation, she decided to start it.

The moment Yun Yi finished speaking, he disappeared from the edge of the sea of ​​clouds.

Above the sky, there was no change for nearly ten breaths.

The clouds gathered again, and the morning light peeked through the gaps, casting a pale golden outline on the city's silhouette.

The jade seal on the altar continued to crack, and golden light of national destiny kept gushing out from the cracks, scattering in the air and turning into tiny specks of light.

The points of light fell on the square, on the officials' court robes, and on the white marble railings, like a silent, golden snowfall.

Then, the sky exploded.

Two consecutive beeps.

Immediately afterwards, a mournful cry echoed through the heavens and earth—a celestial phenomenon that only occurred when a Martial Emperor perished. Two cries followed in quick succession, and everyone understood that two Martial Emperors had fallen.

Just then, a figure fell from the end of the sky.

He passed through the drifting clouds, through the shattered air, traced a downward trajectory, and crashed onto the square in front of the altar.

A dull, loud bang.

The ground was smashed, creating a crater several meters wide, and the white marble slab shattered into countless fragments that flew in all directions.

The shockwave sent the two nearest rows of officials staggering backward; some fell to the ground, while others managed to steady themselves by grabbing onto nearby pillars.

In the center of the depression, Yun Yi knelt on one knee, one hand supporting himself on the ground, the other hanging by his side.

The bright yellow robe was covered with tears and bloodstains, with blood seeping from the shoulders, waist, and arms, staining the robe a dark red.

The crown was askew, and stray hairs fell across her forehead, obscuring half her face.

A line of blood, not yet dried, dripped from the corner of his mouth, running down his chin onto the broken stone slab, spreading into a small patch of dark color.

His breathing was disordered and weak, like a candle flame flickering in the wind, each breath accompanied by a noticeable tremor.

Yun Yi raised his head, his gaze falling on Yun Ling on the altar:

"As expected of the Martial Emperor, his last stand before death severely injured me."

"Yunling—give me the rest of the nation's fortune!"

He took a step toward the altar, his steps unsteady, as if he might collapse at any moment.

On the altar, Yunling held the scroll of prayer and looked down at him.

The corners of her mouth curved slightly, not in a smile, just a slight arc.

Then she spoke: "Your Majesty, you've returned just in time."

She released the prayer from her hand, and the pages scattered in the wind, swirling up like a flock of white butterflies fluttering above the altar.

Then she raised her hand and clenched it in the void—the shattering jade seal reformed into a complete form, all the surface cracks disappeared, and golden light surged within it like flowing water, brighter than ever before.

"I hereby declare that, from this day forward—the Southern Immortal Dynasty shall be ruled by me, Yun Ling!"