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

"An extraterrestrial demon." The gray-robed elder's voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every powerful figure in Zhongzhou. "I have been guarding Zhongzhou for 37,000 years and have never seen such a ferocious extraterrestrial demon."

The towering man beside him said in a deep voice, "Who are those people? The people in that direction—I have never seen their techniques before, but to be able to force out the avatar of the extraterrestrial demon in such a short time, their strength should not be underestimated."

The gray-robed elder paused for a moment: "They are all demons from beyond the heavens, only their purposes differ."

"Never mind that for now, stop those four clones, otherwise it will be too late once they spread to the four continents."

The five figures dispersed, each heading in a different direction, forming a pincer movement with the authorities.

Above the sky, the main body of the extraterrestrial demon, after its split, still hovered high in the southern region.

Its form had shrunk from the size of a mountain range spanning tens of thousands of miles to the size of a human figure, but its pair of dark golden vertical pupils still hung above the clouds, like two undying stars.

He neither left nor joined any of his clones' battles; he simply hovered quietly, as if waiting for something.

……

The edge of the world.

The gray-black crack still hovered in the void, its edges still bearing dark gold patterns, slowly dissolving like a mouth that was slowly closing.

Wu Wudi stood before the crack, his blue robe fluttering in the wind.

A faint golden light and the echoing tremors of the earth emanated from the other side of the crack.

He knew what that light meant—the avatar of the extraterrestrial demon was spreading across the Tianwu Continent, devouring the land he was protecting.

His foot was almost inside the rift; just one last step would allow him to return to that continent, catch up with the extraterrestrial demon, and stop its continued rampage.

But he stopped.

The foot that had been suspended in mid-air fell back into the void.

He turned around, his blue robe drawing a sharp arc, his gaze piercing through layers of gray air currents, looking towards the darkness further away.

There was nothing there.

There was only nothingness, only silence, only an endless surge of gray mist.

But his senses kept telling him:

Something's not right, something's very wrong.

He didn't know where this feeling came from, but it was precisely because of this that he couldn't make up his mind to leave.

Wu Wudi stood there for a long time.

So long that the dark golden light in the distance almost completely engulfed the other side of the crack, so long that his clenched hands went numb, so long that he finally closed his eyes and then opened them again.

He made his choice—to step into the crack.

He had no choice.

If we don't take action soon, the Tianwu Continent will inevitably be destroyed by this extraterrestrial demon.

Even knowing that leaving might lead to disaster, he had to go in.

Wu Wudi took the final step.

The man in green robes drew a clean arc in the void, and his figure disappeared from the edge of the crack.

Then, the sky of the Southern Region unfolded before him.

His gaze pierced through layers of clouds and turbulent currents, precisely locking onto a dark golden figure receding into the distance to the north.

The figure, now only a third the size of its original form, was hurtling rapidly toward the Eastern Wilderness, leaving a dark golden trail behind it, like a shooting star streaking across the sky.

Wu Wudi raised his hand.

It was a very casual punch, without even any build-up, like someone casually tossing something they didn't want into the distance.

But when this punch was thrown, a continuous cracking sound rang out in the sky—air, spiritual energy, space, and even light itself were crushed along the trajectory of this punch.

The dark golden figure suddenly stopped mid-flight, as if caught up from behind. Then, its entire body began to collapse inward from the middle, like a crumpled piece of paper. Within three breaths, it shrank into a dark golden dot the size of a fist, and then completely extinguished, silently dissipating into the air.

In the direction of the Eastern Wilderness, the several authorized individuals who had been desperately pursuing the enemy simultaneously stopped.

They watched as the fist mark, spanning thousands of feet, swept overhead, flattening all the clouds, air currents, and spiritual energy along its path, forming a straight, blank passage across the sky.

Then they saw the figure.

Wu Wudi's figure appeared in the southern sky from where he had fallen through the crack.

He wore a blue robe and a cloth belt, and was empty-handed. His young face held a calm expression that revealed no emotion.

When he stood there, the surging dark golden aura in the entire sky seemed to be held down by an invisible hand, and its flow suddenly slowed down.

Without pausing, he flashed again and appeared in front of the second clone.

The clone was fleeing towards the Western Desert at such a speed that ordinary martial artists couldn't even catch a glimpse of it.

But when Wu Wudi appeared in front of him, the clone seemed to have hit an invisible wall, and its entire body suddenly lurched forward.

He raised his head, and a genuine, undisguised look of astonishment finally surfaced in his dark golden vertical pupils.

Wu Wudi did not give him a chance to speak.

The second punch.

The way that clone shattered was exactly the same as the first one—it collapsed inward from the center, compressed into a dark golden point of light, and then went out.

So fast that the clone couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

The third punch landed on the clone in the direction of the Northern Cold, and the fourth punch landed on the clone in the direction of the Central Plains.

Four clones, four fists, all within ten breaths.

The surging dark golden light in the sky faded rapidly as the clone disappeared, like flames whose fuel had been drained, sinking lower and lower.

The sky over the southern region brightened again, and the morning light peeked through the gaps in the clouds, illuminating the routing army and the solidifying battlefield.

After dealing with the four clones, Wu Wudi did not stop. His gaze turned to the humanoid silhouette floating in the sky above the southern region—the main body of the extraterrestrial demon.

The figure, shrunk to the size of a normal person, had an even more refined aura.

Dark gold patterns flowed endlessly across his body, and the power flowing through each pattern was more concentrated and sharper than when he was in a clone.

Those dark golden vertical pupils contracted slightly the moment they met Wu Wudi's gaze.

Wu Wudi took a step forward, a step that covered hundreds of miles, and appeared in front of the body of the extraterrestrial demon lord.

He raised his hand, spread his fingers, and then clenched them—

One punch.

The force of this punch was greater than the previous four punches combined.

When the fist struck the chest of the Demon Lord from beyond the realm, the dark golden pattern shattered from the center outwards like glass struck by a hammer, with countless cracks instantly covering the entire torso.

The extraterrestrial demon flew backward tens of thousands of feet, leaving a dark golden crack in the sky, and crashed into the top of a distant mountain, scattering rocks like rain.

As he regained his balance, a trace of dark golden liquid spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The astonishment in those vertical pupils had faded, replaced by a somber and rapidly calculating seriousness.

The privileged individuals in the distance had all stopped in their tracks, their gazes fixed on the cyan figure, each with a different expression: the young man in the fiery red robe frowned, the dwarf man shrank into a spatial fold with only one eye showing, and the others also withdrew their attacks, as if assessing the origin of this suddenly appearing terrifying being.

Yun Ling hovered in the air, her gaze rapidly switching between Wu Wudi and the extraterrestrial demon, her lips slightly pursed.

The expressions of the powerful figures who came from Zhongzhou were completely different.

The gray-robed elder, standing closest, widened his eyes upon seeing Wu Wudi's face. He opened his mouth, stunned for a moment, before finally uttering a trembling, low cry, as if confirming something:

"Martial arts... invincible?!"

The towering man was also stunned, staring at the blue figure for several moments, a complex expression of surprise and disbelief appearing on his face:

"Fifteen years... You disappeared for a full fifteen years, we all thought you..."

Wu Wudi turned his head, glanced at the faces of the several powerful figures from Zhongzhou, nodded slightly, but did not say anything more.

His gaze quickly returned to the direction of the extraterrestrial demons, and the calmness in his eyes was replaced by something else—a solemnity, as if he had only become serious after confirming something bad.

"Too weak." He spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of every powerful person present. "As an extraterrestrial demon, you are far weaker than when I encountered you at the edge of the world."

Without waiting for the extraterrestrial demon's reply, he stated his deduction: "Avatars. They are all avatars. Even this main body is one."

His voice trailed off slightly as he spoke the last sentence.

The powerful figures around them, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, froze again, as if they had been dragged from a warm room into an ice cellar.

Wu Wudi's gaze pierced through the clouds of the Southern Region, through the barrier of the Tianwu Continent, through the slowly closing crack, and looked towards that deeper void beyond which even light could not reach—

There, in a place farther than the edge of the world, darker than the void, a pair of eyes are slowly opening.

Those eyes were exactly the same as the pair of dark golden vertical pupils in the sky above the Southern Region, but they were more than a hundred times larger.

So large that when those eyes opened, the entire void trembled.

His body was enveloped in the power of the void accumulated over billions of years, his form hidden behind countless layers of spatial folds, and his breath stirred up the undercurrents beyond the world.

He has always been there.

He has been there ever since the moment He discovered this world ten thousand years ago.

The will of Heaven has always been watching Him, observing His every move as He attempts to tear through the barrier and enter the world.

Therefore, He never truly entered that world—what entered that world was always the power He had divided out, a part of His body, a part of His soul, a part of His existence that He had given up.

The "extraterrestrial demon" that Wu Wudi guarded at the edge of the world for fifteen years was merely bait that He deliberately placed there.

What is the purpose?

Because the will of Heaven will always keep its attention on "He".

In order to wait for an opportunity—to wait for the person guarding the crack to leave on their own.

Now, that person has finally left.