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

The towering man let out a deep, muffled growl, as if squeezed from the depths of his chest.

He took a step forward, about to rush towards Zhongzhou, but was stopped by Wu Wudi.

Wu Wudi's hand pressed on his shoulder, not with much force, but the tower-like man found that he couldn't take even half a step forward.

"Going there won't do you any good," Wu Wudi said, his voice not loud, but more composed than before, like a stone that had been pressed down for too long finally settling down. "That's a time law higher than this world. If you go there, you'll only grow old and die there."

The towering man struggled for a moment, then finally stopped.

His fists were clenched so tightly they turned white, and blood seeped from between his fingers, but he didn't move again.

……

the other side.

Yunling fell from the sky, her aura still maintaining the state of projecting the future ten years from now, but the starlight in her pupils had faded a bit compared to before.

After landing, she didn't say anything, but simply stood to Yun Yi's left.

Ji Wujiu also withdrew from the ground battlefield.

He recalled all the clones he had scattered. Although his cultivation level had not yet broken through to the Martial Emperor realm, the combined power of his various mixed cultivations made him no weaker than a Martial Emperor.

Neither of them chose to go to Zhongzhou to accelerate their growth. Instead, they glanced at the direction of Zhongzhou with some pity—especially at the authority holder who had directed the strongmen of Zhongzhou towards Yun Yi, hoping to make him draw their fire.

Those powerful figures from the Central Plains have lost their last shred of reason.

The old man in the gray robe stood still, his aged eyes reflecting the bloody light from the direction of Zhongzhou, his lips moving silently as if he were chanting something.

After being stopped by Wu Wudi, the tower-like man stopped charging forward, but his breathing became heavier and heavier, as if a ferocious beast was trapped in his chest, frantically pounding against his ribs.

Then, they turned around at the same time.

Their gazes fell on Yun Yi—the young emperor standing atop the altar, dressed in a blood-stained robe, with Yun Ling and Ji Wujiu on either side of him.

They are demons from beyond the heavens.

They are accomplices.

They came from the same place as those authorities who stormed into Central State and slaughtered billions of lives.

The old man in the gray robe didn't need any more evidence.

The rage over the destruction of Zhongzhou has shattered all rational judgment.

He only wanted all these people from outside the world who brought destruction to disappear.

"kill."

He only said one word.

The five figures moved simultaneously.

The gray-robed old man, the burly man with the iron tower, the slender woman, and two other powerful figures from the Central Plains each activated their qi and blood, transforming into five streams of light that converged on the three people on the altar from five different directions.

The auras of five Martial Emperors were released simultaneously, and the air above the entire imperial city seemed to be compressed into an iron plate.

Wu Wudi has already left.

Because the real extraterrestrial demons have already entered, he must stop them.

The old man in the gray robe had already raised his hand, his five fingers spread, and a ball of grayish-white light condensed in his palm.

The terrifying aura emanating from the orb of light was completely at odds with his gaunt physique.

Yun Yi remained standing on the altar.

He raised his head and looked at the powerful figure from Zhongzhou who was charging towards him.

Then he moved.

He raised his hand, spread his fingers, and gently punched the old man in the gray robe.

The movements were casual, like brushing aside branches blocking the way.

But the moment the punch landed, the gray-robed old man's pupils suddenly contracted.

Then, he disappeared.

The gray-robed old man's consciousness remained for an extremely brief moment.

In that brief moment, he felt an almost absurd calm—he had lived for 37,000 years, experienced countless battles, and witnessed countless ways of dying, but he had never imagined that he would die so simply and quietly, like a candle whose oil had run out and was gently blown out by the wind.

His body fell from the sky and vanished completely before even touching the ground.

A towering man followed closely behind.

He witnessed the entire process of the gray-robed old man disappearing, but he did not stop.

His face was covered with red veins, and his eyes burned with irrational rage as he charged at Yun Yi with all his might.

As his fist fell, the wind from it created a series of booming sounds in the air, as if the entire space was mourning the blow.

Before Yun Yi could retract his hand, he threw another punch.

The towering man is gone too.

The slender, bamboo-like woman and the gloomy-faced middle-aged man both froze in mid-air.

They were still a hundred feet away from Yun Yi, but in that instant, they all felt it—a chill that surged from the depths of their bones, a numbness that only occurs when facing an incomprehensible being, something they had only encountered once or twice in their lives.

Their gazes fell upon that figure.

Yun Yi raised his head and glanced at the three powerful figures from Zhongzhou who were still suspended in mid-air.

"Zhongzhou is gone. I can only apologize."

His voice was neither loud nor soft, as if he were stating something that had nothing to do with him: "This really has nothing to do with me."

"But since you've taken action, you have to bear the consequences."

He took a step forward.

Almost simultaneously, the three made the exact same choice—turning around, retreating at full speed, and fleeing in three different directions.

The anger over the destruction of Zhongzhou had driven them to madness, but the fear of death brought them back to their senses in an instant.

They are very fast.

But no matter how fast it is, it can't outpace Yun Yi's punch.

A punch was thrown.

The force of the punch spread outwards like ripples on water after a pebble has been thrown in, radiating outwards from Yun Yi's fist. The speed was so fast that the three figures only had time to glance back at each other.

Then, the ripples caught up, covered, and swallowed it.

The moment the ripples swept over their bodies, the three of them stopped moving simultaneously—still in their fleeing posture, looking back with expressions of dismay—and then, like three sand sculptures weathered for too long, they began to crumble, peel away, and scatter from the edges.

The square fell silent.

Yun Yi withdrew his hand and stood at the edge of the shattered stone pit, his gaze not lingering on the directions in which the stones had disappeared.

His gaze pierced through the clouds of the southern region, past the scattered armies and the bewildered faces looking up, finally landing in the direction of the Central Plains.

That part of the sky was completely covered by blood-red light.

The eighteen beams of light continued to rotate, expand, and converge toward the center.

He could sense that the laws of time there were being forcibly distorted, stretched, and compressed, as if someone were simultaneously grasping the source and the mouth of a river and then tightening it forcefully.

"You dare use me as a target."

Yun Yi took a step forward.

His figure vanished from the altar in the Southern Region, passing through layers of spatial folds, through dissipating clouds and broken air currents, through the blood-soaked sky on the outskirts of the Central Continent, and landed directly in the center of the eighteen pillars of light.

The flow of time inside the formation is completely different from that outside.

The moment he stepped into that invisible boundary, everything around him began to move at a speed tens of thousands of times faster than normal—the flow of blood light, the surge of spiritual energy, the rotation of the pillar of light—all seemed to be fast-forwarded.

In the center of this distorted time field, seven figures hovered at different heights, each with their eyes closed, their auras rising at a visible speed.

Some were nearing completion, their auras condensed like iron, their spiritual energy stabilizing, as if they were about to break free from this acceleration field.

Some are still climbing, each breath stronger than the last.

The young man in the fiery red robe hovered at a relatively low position. His aura had not yet completed its most fundamental transformation, but the process was already more than halfway complete.

He sensed Yun Yi's arrival, slightly opened one eye, and when he saw the bright yellow figure appear in the center of the formation, his expression did not change much, only the corner of his mouth curved almost imperceptibly, as if he were saying "You've come too."

Then he closed his eyes again and refocused his attention on his breakthrough process.

The others were similar.

Some people didn't even open their eyes, while others only sensed a new aura entering the formation and then stopped paying attention.

They didn't think Yun Yi would make a move here.

After all, all those with authority are doing the same thing right now—using this time acceleration field obtained through sacrifice to plunder growth.

No one would give up an opportunity to accelerate their growth just because of something as trivial as being used as a target.

That would be incredibly stupid.

But Yunyi didn't think that way.

His gaze swept across the closed faces, finally settling on the young man in the fiery red robe.

The person who said, "Please help us block this for us," is now fully utilizing his cultivation technique, embedding himself into this distorted time law, and greedily absorbing it.

Yun Yi glanced at him for a moment, then looked at the other indifferent privilege holders.

Then he smiled.

Then, he raised his hand.