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

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire square.

The golden national fortune reversed direction the moment the words fell, converging into a thick pillar of light that surged into her body.

Her aura visibly intensified, each breath stronger than the last.

A pale golden halo appeared on the surface of her skin, and her hair and robes fluttered in the still air.

She stood atop the altar, looking down at the blood-soaked figure at the bottom of the pit, the smile still lingering on her lips.

"Your Majesty, you are too naive."

"You, someone with authority, actually delegate everything to me, someone with authority—don't you think that's a bit too much of a reliance on yourself?"

The voice was neither too loud nor too soft, as if stating something that had been decided long ago.

Her aura was still rising.

An aura belonging to the Martial Emperor level enveloped his entire body, and it was more condensed and stable than that of the two previous old Martial Emperors.

The aura continued to climb upwards, as if it were trying to reach some higher level of ceiling.

At this moment, the expressions of all the various forces and the hidden hunters turned extremely ugly.

They knew that the emperor of the Yunming Empire was very powerful, and they also knew that the regent princess was very capable, but they never expected that the so-called princess with authority would turn against them at this critical juncture.

Leaving aside those reincarnated beings, even the other privileged individuals hiding in the shadows couldn't sit still any longer.

They naturally hoped that the Yunming Empire's attempt to ascend to the throne would fail, but they absolutely did not want to see a being above the Martial Emperor level, with such deep scheming, appear in the Southern Region.

The auras of the Six Paths, clearly a level stronger than those of the Reincarnators, appeared from different directions.

After all, it is an empire founded by those with authority. If it is to establish a dynasty in this world, other those with authority will definitely come and take a look no matter what.

Whether they're taking advantage of the chaos, secretly plotting, or sabotaging other privileged individuals, it's all fine with them.

But this is on the premise that the other party is conducting a normal court ceremony.

This kind of practice of plundering the fortune of an entire continent and forcibly raising one's realm to above the Martial Emperor level is something that other privileged individuals don't understand why the other party would do something so damaging to their foundation—they could have taken it slowly, but instead they insisted on absorbing it all into their body at once. Although they could directly break through to above the Martial Emperor level, their subsequent realms would inevitably be locked, making further breakthroughs extremely difficult.

But no matter what, they will not let the other side have their way.

They are not afraid of a reincarnated being above the Martial Emperor level.

However, if it is someone with authority above the Martial Emperor level, especially someone treacherous and cunning, then one must carefully consider the threat they pose.

Therefore, no matter what, we must not let the other side succeed.

On the other side, Ji Wujiu, who was stopping the local powerhouses from launching a frenzied attack, naturally noticed the commotion at the palace.

When he learned that Yun Yi was seriously injured, he was stunned.

No, who could hurt him?

Then he learned that Yunling had successfully seized power, and he was even more bewildered.

No—huh?

After receiving the message from the palace, all of Ji Wujiu's clones fell into a moment of collective silence due to the sheer volume and amount of information.

In that one second, tens of thousands of clones were lost.

But Ji Wujiu couldn't care less about that at this moment.

He could only think about one question: How dare she?

Who the hell dares to lay a hand on that great ancestor?

The extraterrestrial demon standing on the hillside also noticed this scene, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly, revealing a much more relaxed expression.

"I see," he said softly, his voice carrying a sense of relief. "So many extraterrestrial demons? That's even better."

"With so many extraterrestrial demons as cover, I don't need to worry about the Heavenly Dao discovering me for a while—my plan can be implemented ahead of schedule."

He raised his hand towards a certain direction in the sky, as if establishing a connection with something extremely distant.

"Your true form is now ready to descend."

……

The edge of the world.

It was a place where even light could not reach.

The gray-black void was like a pool of solidified swamp, without up or down, without direction, and even the passage of time became blurred and slow.

Occasionally, dark currents of air surge through the depths of the void, carrying tiny fragments of space. These fragments collide, annihilate, and regenerate within the currents, in an endless cycle.

In the very center of this void, a figure sat cross-legged.

The figure was enormous, so enormous that it could not be measured in "zhang" or "li".

His body resembled a mountain range stretching across the void, the outline of his spine faintly curved in the darkness by a kind of dark golden light, the edges of his shoulder blades extending outwards and merging into the surrounding surging gray air currents.

His skin was bronze in color and covered with fine lines.

His eyes were closed, and his breathing was even and slow, each exhale creating ripples in the surrounding void.

Opposite him, about a thousand feet away, another figure sat cross-legged in the same posture.

The figure was much smaller than the true form of the extraterrestrial demon, so small that it looked like a speck of dust standing in front of that mountain-like body.

But his presence was by no means weak—he exuded an extremely sharp aura, as if he were a blade that had been tempered for millions of years, its blade pointing towards the extraterrestrial demons, not yielding an inch.

He was young, handsome, and looked to be under twenty. He wore a faded blue robe with a cloth belt around his waist, and didn't even have a decent weapon.

He sat cross-legged in the void, facing the massive extraterrestrial demon body, as large as a mountain range, his expression as calm as if he were sunbathing in his own backyard.

The extraterrestrial demon looked at the tiny figure before it, and its aura once again unstablely impacted the world barrier.

He has been here for a full ten thousand years.

Ever since he discovered this world, he had wanted to enter it, but unfortunately, the barriers of this world were too strong.

After knocking for ten thousand years, it only produced a tiny crack.

At this rate, it would take millions of years to get in.

But fifteen years ago, something happened in this world that suddenly weakened the resistance to the outside world.

He took this opportunity to increase his output dramatically.

However, just as the crack was about to widen completely, a figure appeared in front of it.

The figure did not repair the crack.

He would simply throw a punch each time the extraterrestrial demon probed a little into the crack—pure power that would instantly shatter the part of its body that had just been probed in.

From then on, that figure has been guarding this place ever since.

fifteen years.

This guy named Wu Wudi has been guarding this place for fifteen years.

At that moment, the mountain-like figure sitting cross-legged in the void moved slightly.

It was a very slight movement, like the last breath of a giant beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years before turning over.

His eyelids twitched, then slowly opened.

The moment those eyes opened, the entire void lit up for a split second.

"My avatar," the true form of the extraterrestrial demon spoke, its voice deep and resonant, as if emanating from the depths of the earth's crust, "has sent back a message."

That was a small part of his body that he barely managed to send into that continent, at the cost of being severely injured by the other party a few years ago.

At that moment, his clone finally sent back a message.

He turned his head slightly, his dark golden vertical pupils landing on the cyan figure opposite him across a thousand feet of void.

Wu Wudi also opened his eyes.

His face remained calm, but his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly—for the first time in fifteen years, he had seen a sense of relief in the eyes of the extraterrestrial demon, as if he had "achieved his goal."

"What do you want to do?" Wu Wudi asked, his voice not loud, but it carried far in the void.

The extraterrestrial demon chuckled softly.

The laughter echoed in his mountain-like chest, causing the surrounding space fragments to tremble.

"You think I've done nothing while you've kept me here for the past fifteen years?"

"I have been waiting all along."

"And this opportunity, I have finally waited for."