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

He slowly got up.

The mountain-like body rose into the void, dark golden light emanating from the patterns on its surface, illuminating the surrounding gray aura that stretched for thousands of feet.

As the body straightened up, it continuously shrank, condensed, and contracted—from a mountain range to a mountain, from a mountain to a hill, and finally converged into a human-shaped silhouette the size of an average person.

He was a middle-aged man.

His face was so ordinary that he would disappear into a crowd, but his dark golden vertical pupils made him stand out from the crowd.

Wu Wudi also stood up, his green robe fluttering in the air.

He took a step forward, standing between the extraterrestrial demon and the rift, his voice several decibels deeper than before:

"I told you, I won't let you pass."

"Then try and see if you can stop me."

The extraterrestrial demon's lips curled into a slight smile.

He didn't rush forward, nor did he circulate his qi and blood; he simply stood still and softly uttered four words:

"Formless and empty position".

The moment those four words were uttered, Wu Wudi's heart sank.

The figure of the extraterrestrial demon faded in the void for less than a moment.

At the same instant, countless miles away, on a hillside on the southern border of the Tianwu Continent, the extraterrestrial demon avatar standing inside Lin Qingxuan's body smiled slightly.

His body was like grains of sand scattered by the wind, peeling away, drifting, and dissolving from the edges—and in the center of those drifting grains of sand, a figure coalesced and took shape.

That mountain-like body appeared in the sky of the Southern Region in less than the blink of an eye.

On the hillside, only a body was collapsing and a pair of pupils were losing focus.

Lin Qingxuan's body fell towards the ground, but just before it touched the soil, it was supported by an invisible current and gently placed on the grass.

Wu Wudi was less than a breath slower.

He took a step forward, trying to catch up with the dissolving afterimage, but as soon as he lifted his foot, the surrounding space suddenly tightened.

Countless dark golden rays of light appeared out of thin air, intertwining to form a tight cage that sealed him in place.

That was the last action of the extraterrestrial demon avatar before it dissipated—using all its remaining power to create a cage that could only last for a breath or two.

Wu Wudi raised his hand and slashed at the beams of light. The sound of metal clashing rang out where his palm landed. The beams of light trembled violently, and fine cracks began to appear on their surfaces.

He doesn't need a second strike; in a breath, or even half a breath, all those beams of light will shatter.

But that one or two breaths is enough.

The true form of the extraterrestrial demon stood high in the southern sky, looking down at the imperial city below where the grand ceremony of ascending the throne was being held. It sensed the remaining national fortune in the air, the rapidly rising aura of the Martial Emperor in the distance, and the authority holders and reincarnators in the shadows who were still hesitating whether to make a move.

He took a slow, deep breath, like someone who had been holding their breath underwater for too long finally surfacing.

"The Heavenly Martial Continent," he said softly, "I have arrived."

Then he lowered his head and looked at the bright yellow figure and the pale gold figure in the direction of the altar. His gaze swept between them and finally fell on the fragments of national destiny scattered in the air.

"You can fight over what you want."

"Regardless of the outcome, this continent ultimately belongs to me."

"Hahaha--"

The moment the extraterrestrial demon descended, the entire sky over the southern region darkened.

He was too big.

The dark golden vertical pupils hung high in the southern sky, like two newly risen stars, their pupils slightly moving as they swept across the entire continent from east to west.

His body stretched across the clouds, extending from south to north, like a mountain range spanning tens of thousands of miles.

The sea of ​​clouds that once towered high in the sky now only reached his waist, like a sash gathered around his waist, churning and swirling with his breath.

When those dark golden vertical pupils swept across the ground, everyone on earth—whether soldiers engaged in battle, officials watching the battle, authority holders preparing to intervene, or reincarnators who were either in retreat or regrouping—froze.

His voice descended from above, deep and resounding, as if the entire sky were speaking.

"Tianwu Continent—Prepare to welcome your gods."

He raised his hand.

The hand covered half the sky, and from the fingertips to the palm was covered with dark gold patterns. Each pattern seemed to be alive and slowly flowing.

With his palm slightly bent and his five fingers together, he made a grasping motion towards the southern region below.

The entire Southern Region trembled under that single grasp.

The mountains and rivers trembled, and the soldiers fighting on the ground felt as if their life force was being drawn outward, making it difficult for them to even stand.

The martial artist with lower cultivation level collapsed to the ground on the spot, as if all his strength had been drained away.

The expressions of the reincarnators who were fighting changed instantly.

They could feel their life force rapidly draining away.

Their already limited lifespan is being drained from their bodies at a despairing rate.

What does this mean?

This means that it won't be long before these reincarnators run out of lifespan and die.

But what can they do?

In just fifteen years.

They've only been developing for fifteen years, what makes them capable of fighting against such an existence?

Those who had been observing the situation could no longer remain silent.

They had expected the extraterrestrial demons of this world to be very powerful, but they never imagined they would arrive so quickly.

Fifteen years, just fifteen years. They barely had time to develop, and now they've been forced into a corner.

Almost simultaneously, the six auras shifted from their original target, Yun Ling, to the extraterrestrial demon.

The six authorized users rushed into the sky from their respective hiding places.

Their movements varied—some transformed into streaks of blue light, some were enveloped in crimson flames, and some disappeared into the folds of space, leaving only a blurry outline.

But they all rushed in the same direction: the giant hand of the extraterrestrial demon that was making a grasping motion.

The one at the very front, the fastest, was a young man wearing a fiery red robe.

He formed a hand seal, and flames around his body surged into a sea of ​​fire covering several miles, heading towards the area below the palm.

The moment the sea of ​​fire collided with the dark golden aura emanating from that palm, it erupted with blinding white light. The heat wave evaporated all the surrounding clouds, and the air was scorched and distorted.

The second person with authority followed closely behind; he was as short as a dwarf.

His methods were even more bizarre—he flicked out a string of fine talismans from his sleeve, which arranged themselves in mid-air to form a complex array that wrapped around the extraterrestrial demon's wrist.

The third, the fourth, and the fifth.

The six authorized users each used their most powerful techniques—attack and killing methods, binding techniques, and the power to disrupt space.

Six completely different forces simultaneously landed on that palm, forcefully pulling back the wrist that was about to be gripped.

The six forces cooperated and intertwined to form layers of barriers, like six thick chains binding the wrists of the extraterrestrial demon.

The extraterrestrial demon paused for a moment.