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

Before that sigh had even faded, the sky over the Southern Region had become completely clear.

The dark red sky, like the receding tide, faded layer by layer, revealing the long-hidden azure blue.

Morning light poured down through the gaps in the clouds, bathing the entire imperial city in a bright and warm hue, while the remaining snowflakes shimmered with tiny golden fragments in the light.

The people on the ground were still looking up.

Some people had their mouths open, some were gripping their weapons and forgot to let go, and some were kneeling on the ground, unable to stand up for a long time.

The remaining soldiers from all sides began to lay down their weapons in droves, while the local strongmen who had rushed from afar stood suspended in mid-air, caught in a dilemma.

But Yun Yi didn't look at them.

After confirming that the aura of the extraterrestrial demon had disappeared, he withdrew his gaze from the dark golden powder.

Then, the figure disappeared from the spot.

……

Beyond the world.

It was still a gray, black, boundless void.

Time and space do not exist here, or rather, they exist in an extremely thin way, as thin as a sheet of paper that can be punctured at any moment.

The surging gray airflow flowed silently in the void, occasionally carrying a few fragments of space away to an unknown distance, and sometimes bringing back fragments from even further away.

A figure stood in the center of the gray air current.

It was the silhouette of a middle-aged man, with features so ordinary that he would hardly be noticed in a crowd, but his dark golden vertical pupils made his face anything but ordinary.

At this moment, however, the light in those vertical pupils had dimmed considerably, like an oil lamp teetering on the verge of collapse in the wind, with only a faint ember still clinging to life.

He stood in the void, and the void power that had once entangled and filled him was dissipating at a visible speed, like liquid leaking from a broken container.

He looked at the world barrier in the distance that was slowly closing—the barrier that he had spent ten thousand years tearing open a crack in, and then another ten thousand years waiting for an opportunity, which was now closing again at a calm and determined pace.

The cracks burned by his clones are being repaired layer by layer by the will of Heaven, like someone stitching up a torn wound with needle and thread, each stitch firmly placed and each thread pulled extremely tight.

"This world..." he began, his voice hoarse, carrying a complex mix of emotion and regret, "How could there be such outrageous extraterrestrial beings?"

He looked down at his right arm, which was slowly fading away.

The arm began to turn transparent from the fingertips, as if something was drawing it out from the inside.

That was the backlash after all the power he had invested into the world was destroyed; the losses were so great that they were irreparable.

He can no longer reclaim those powers.

The power he had poured into the world as his "true form," along with nearly half of his divine soul and accumulated power, was all crushed by that young man's punch.

What stands here now is less than half of its original body.

He stood silently for a long time, watching the world barrier that was closing in.

A complex light flashed in those dark golden vertical pupils—resentment, regret, and a sense of resignation, a conclusion reached after long calculations: "I really can't beat them."

"This world has abundant origins, but its strength isn't that great. Logically, it should be easy to take down."

He muttered to himself, "If I give up this time, I don't know when I'll encounter such a good opportunity again."

He slowly turned around and walked into the deeper void.

The movements were slow, and each step was consuming the little strength that remained.

With each step, his figure faded a little, as if he were being peeled away and detached from this void, retreating to a deeper and farther place.

Then, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

The hand wasn't very warm; the fingertips had a coolness that matched the temperature of the void.

But the moment it landed on the shoulder of the extraterrestrial demon, its dark golden vertical pupils suddenly contracted.

He froze on the spot.

The hand resting on the shoulder had no force; it was just gently placed there, like a pat on the shoulder when acquaintances meet.

But he felt a heavy presence emanating from his fingertips, as if the entire void was collapsing in that direction.

He slowly, extremely slowly, turned his head.

Yun Yi was standing behind him, still wearing that bright yellow robe, but without any bloodstains or cracks.

But his expression was calm, so calm that no emotional fluctuations could be seen, as natural as standing in this void where there is nothing at all, basking in the sun.

The extraterrestrial demon's ordinary-looking middle-aged face froze on the spot.

His mouth opened and closed briefly, the dark golden light in his pupils flickering violently, as if someone had stirred a pot of water inside his head.

He clearly sensed that the young man should still be on the battlefield inside the world.

He clearly saw with his own eyes that the person punched and destroyed his clone.

How could it possibly be here?

"You..." the extraterrestrial demon began, his voice even hoarser than before, as if his throat were filled with sand, "How could you..."

Yun Yi tightened his grip slightly on his shoulder.

"I have to say, you're really good at hiding your true colors."

Yun Yi said in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, "Even in this state, we still don't dare to put the main body inside."

"So the one fighting in the world just now wasn't you at all."

The extraterrestrial demon paused for a moment.

"Wait, wait a minute, I—"

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but Yun Yi did not give him a chance to speak.

The hand that had been resting on her shoulder was now withdrawn and clenched into a fist.

"But it's okay, as long as we can find it."

The moment he finished speaking, all the seals on his body were released.

There are no layers, and no buffer space is reserved.

The seals he had built up layer by layer over the past decade loosened, collapsed, and disappeared in the same instant, like a giant tower whose supports were simultaneously removed, collapsing in a very short time.

The power that had been suppressed for more than a decade surged out at this moment, instantly breaking through the surrounding spatial barrier and pushing the surging gray airflow in all directions, forming an area centered on him, as if separated by an invisible wall.

The moment the extraterrestrial demon's body surged forth, it began to retreat.

His reaction was incredibly fast; the instant the hand moved away from his shoulder, he made the decision to flee—his figure transformed into a dark golden streak of light, hurtling towards the deeper, darker, and more elusive area of ​​the void.

His speed was so fast that he was just a fading afterimage.

He was unaware that his millennia-long experience in escaping was now being unleashed without reservation.

It changes direction every time it advances a certain distance, and each time it changes direction, it sends out a disruptive afterimage of energy flying in the opposite direction.

escape!

Damn it, how could such an outrageous extraterrestrial being appear in such an ordinary little world?

And what exactly is this "Reincarnation Paradise"?

How could he possibly be qualified to have such an outrageous guy kill him?

All he can do now is gamble.

He was betting that the young man couldn't catch up with him, betting that the young man couldn't pinpoint his location in such a void where there was no direction, no markers, and even time and space were blurred.