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

This punch was far more powerful than the ones he had used against the Reincarnators and the powerful figures from the Central Plains.

Because the other party is the authorized user.

Those who dare to come into this world with him must possess a trump card to protect their lives, leaving no room for leniency.

He broke the tenth seal.

This seal was completely different from the previous one—the moment it was released, the surrounding space slowed down for a split second.

The fist pierced through the accelerated time field and the layers of blood and qi barriers hastily erected in front of the young man in the fiery red robe.

The first barrier shatters upon contact, the second shatters immediately afterward, and the third follows closely behind.

The shattering sound was as fine as the cracking of glass, but it was made strange and sluggish by the distorted flow of time, making it difficult to hear clearly.

The young man in the fiery red robe finally realized what was happening.

His eyes snapped open, and a burst of crimson light exploded deep within his pupils.

All his trump cards were revealed in an instant—a fragment of a protective mirror flew out first, followed by a jade pendant engraved with runes at his waist shattering, and a dark red substitute talisman behind him exploding into a blurry phantom, blocking the way between him and Yun Yi.

The phantom materialized, emanating an ancient and powerful aura, like the remnant will of a supreme being.

It tried to stop the fist.

The illusion shattered in less than half a breath.

Next came the fragments of the jade pendant, the heart-protecting mirror that had been shattered, and then the fist that had been weakened layer by layer.

The young man in the fiery red robe finally realized that something irresistible was pressing down on him.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but before the words could even leave his mouth, they were crushed by the force of the punch, and the words didn't even have time to form.

His aura, his skills, all his meticulously prepared backup plans—all shattered before that fist.

Also shattered were the blood-red pillar of light that had gathered around him and the blood-soaked ground beneath his feet.

When the fist landed completely, the spot where he was standing was empty.

All cards were shattered.

He was completely shattered.

There was a moment of silence inside the formation.

The eight privileged individuals, whose power was rapidly increasing, all opened their eyes simultaneously.

Their gazes fell on Yun Yi, just as he was retracting his fist.

His expression shifted from bewilderment at "What happened?" to disbelief at "What did you do?", and finally froze into speechlessness at "How can you be so strong?"

No one asked, "Why did you do that?"—that punch had already written the answer.

No one asked, "How can you be so strong?"—that punch itself made the answer clear.

That power was completely beyond anything that could be reached within this time acceleration field.

To reach such a level solely through one's own accumulation without experiencing the acceleration of the time field—this was something that simply did not exist in their past understanding.

But right now, it's right there in front of me.

Yun Yi looked at the eight authority holders, then looked down at the blood-red ground beneath his feet.

After a moment of silence, under the extremely vigilant gaze of the other eight people, he withdrew.

Five of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

However, the young man in black robes and the two people with the authority to activate the formation suddenly felt alarm bells ringing in their hearts.

Before the five relaxed auras had fully dissipated, three distinct auras, filled with alertness and a sense of crisis, exploded simultaneously.

The young man in black moved the instant Yun Yi withdrew.

The movement was so fast that it was as if all the techniques of the body were compressed into a single step—as the figure retreated rapidly, the left hand reached into the chest and tightly gripped a crystal.

That's the return to crystal.

His countless experiences in reincarnation told him that this time, it was truly a matter of certain death, and something extremely terrifying was approaching.

The other two individuals authorized to maintain the grand formation made the exact same choice.

A man and a woman, their faces blurred in the bloody light, but the fluctuations in their auras were enough to prove that they were the two beings who "had never appeared on the Southern Battlefield," and were the true masterminds behind this blood sacrifice.

Their reaction was faster than the young man in black robes. The moment Yun Yi's gaze swept over them, the crystal was already firmly grasped in their palms.

Returning to crystal, it awaits only to be crushed.

However, Yun Yi's fist was faster than their reaction.

Because after he came out, he had already broken the thirtieth layer of the seal.

After the thirtieth seal was broken, his control over power had reached another level.

He stood above the Central Plains Formation, raised his hand, and threw a punch downwards.

The moment the fist landed, the entire Central Plains resounded with a deafening roar, like the dying cry of a wild beast.

The eighteen rotating crimson beams of light shattered simultaneously from their tops.

The speed at which they shattered was countless times faster than when they rose, like a whole swarm of dominoes being pushed down at once.

The beam of light shattered, turning into countless fine, blood-red crystalline dust particles that scattered across the sky.

Each grain of crystal dust was once a fragment condensed from the lifeblood of a sacrificed being. Now, under the crushing force of the fist, it continues to shatter and decompose until it turns into nothingness.

The earth cracked open.

Starting from the very center of Zhongzhou, bottomless cracks spread wildly in all directions, like a spider web torn apart by violence.

Wherever the crack passed, mountains collapsed, rivers dried up, and cities turned to dust.

Those places, once home to the most prosperous capital of Zhongzhou, are now just a smooth, almost flattened rock layer.

The rock surface reflected the lingering dark red light from the sky, like a huge, broken mirror.

The formation was completely destroyed.

Along with the three figures enveloped in milky white light who were about to escape, they shattered together.

At the last moment before returning, the young man in black robes let out a short, lingering sound—that sound was then twisted and crushed into fragments by the force of the punch, catching up with him, covering him, and engulfing him.

The same applies to the two authorities who presided over the blood sacrifice.

In the instant before the return crystal was about to be crushed, it was completely erased.

Along with their aura, their trump cards, and the blood-fiend array they painstakingly set up.

Zhongzhou is gone.

It's truly gone.

The vast land that originally occupied the center of the Tianwu Continent has now been transformed into a smooth, slightly sunken giant basin.

The basin's edge is composed of jagged, fractured rock layers, while its bottom is so flat that it doesn't resemble a natural landscape; rather, it looks like a giant bowl that has been forcefully pressed into the earth's surface.

The remaining crimson dust still drifted, reflecting faint glimmers in the morning light, like someone had sprinkled a handful of dark red salt on the ruins.

Yun Yi stood above the edge of this shattered, sunken land.

He glanced down at his right hand, which had just finished throwing a punch. A warm white halo emanated from his fingertips, the lingering power from the release of the thirtieth seal.

He didn't immediately retract his fist; he waited until he was sure the auras below had completely disappeared before slowly lowering his hand.

Then, he looked up.

The sky had turned completely dark red.

The dark red color pressed down from the top of the dome, like a giant, upside-down sea slowly sinking, with huge, slow whirlpools churning on its surface.

At the center of the vortex, two figures are locked in battle.