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

The clone stared at him, its expression unusually serious.

He slowly exhaled, raised his right hand, brought his five fingers together, and slowly clenched it into a fist.

This punch had no fancy opening move; it was simply a slight retraction of the arm before being thrust forward.

The fist wasn't aimed at anyone in front of it, but instead smashed straight into the void.

When the force of the punch hit him, Wu Wudi truly felt it.

It was a premonition of death surging from the deepest part of my bones—more direct and more naked than when I faced the extraterrestrial demons.

The extraterrestrial demons waged a war of attrition, sealing, and patiently peeling away layers, but this punch contained nothing superfluous; it was pure, utter destruction.

It was as if the entire sky had been compressed to the size of a fist and was crashing down on him.

His body instinctively wanted to back away, but his feet were firmly planted on the ground.

Because his name is Wu Wudi (Invincible Warrior).

He was born invincible.

From the day he embarked on the path of cultivation at the age of six, he has never taken a step back.

He did not retreat when facing a powerful enemy several realms above him; he did not retreat when facing an extraterrestrial demon on the edge of the world, which was larger than a mountain range; and he will not retreat now when facing this punch coming straight at him.

In that instant, all the vital energy in his body burned up, and the seal patterns that were originally fading were forcibly shattered by his will.

A purer power than ever before emanated from his fist.

He charged forward, facing the force of the punch.

The moment the two forces collided, Wu Wudi felt as if he had crashed into an entire world.

The bones emitted a dense cracking sound, and countless fine bloody cuts appeared on the surface of the skin. The blood and qi were as if they were being gripped by a pair of invisible giant hands, surging wildly.

He felt his body being pushed to its limit inch by inch by that force, every acupoint was vibrating violently, and every meridian was on the verge of collapse.

Consciousness was racing through the torrent of destruction.

He remembered the autumn of when he was sixteen.

At that time, he was only at the ninth level of martial arts. Standing on the highest mountain in Zhongzhou, looking down at the vast land below, and seeing the Martial Emperor whose Dao heart had been shattered by his punch, he had only one thought in his mind—I was born invincible.

So why did I feel like I might die when I faced this punch today?

Should I... become stronger?

Is he strong enough to withstand this punch?

A sudden explosion rang in my mind, as if something had been shattered and then reassembled in that instant.

Those bottlenecks that he had been unable to break through despite thousands of years of cultivation, and those paths that he had vaguely sensed but could never confirm, all became clear in that instant.

His understanding of martial arts is rapidly increasing, reaching new heights almost every breath.

The will of Heaven has been broken.

Instead of directly blocking the punch for him, it gently infused his mind with a primordial power.

That force neither enhanced his strength nor healed his injuries; it merely amplified his comprehension countless times in that instant, enabling him to see things that would normally be impossible to see under the extreme pressure of that punch.

One's own true self, one's own path, and where one should go next.

A light shone in Wu Wudi's eyes.

The light was so bright that his figure became blurred in its reflection.

He faced the force of the punch, the overwhelming sense of destruction, and his own shattering bones and meridians—and withstood it all.

He didn't pull his fist back.

He didn't take a single step back.

With that punch, half of his bones shattered, but his spine remained straight, like an iron pillar nailed between heaven and earth.

When the force of the punch dissipated, the entire mountaintop was completely unrecognizable.

The mountain peak had been cut away by more than half of its length, leaving a smooth, mirror-like surface, as if it had been sliced ​​open by an invisible giant blade.

Wu Wudi stood at the edge of the broken section, his knees slightly bent, one arm hanging down at his side, blood dripping from his fingertips onto the ground with a soft, crackling sound.

No part of his body was intact; most of his bones were broken, more than half of his meridians were severed, and even his breathing was accompanied by a heart-stopping noise.

But he stood there.

He did not fall.

His eyes were so bright they were almost unbelievable, as if he had just seen something of paramount importance.

The power of Heaven has been withdrawn.

After the primordial power that enveloped Wu Wudi's sea of ​​consciousness subsided, the layer that originally covered the entire sky like a transparent veil also peeled away and dissipated layer by layer, returning to its original location.

Even the world's energy level has dropped several notches.

That is a sign of excessive depletion of the world's fundamental resources.

Yun Yi's clone stood in mid-air, looking down at Wu Wudi on the mountain's cross-section.

That punch he just threw was definitely a serious one.

But after seeing that the other party had managed to catch it with the help of the heavens and their own will, he nodded slightly.

"You did it," the clone said. "I keep my word."

"I'll protect this world."

Wu Wudi remained standing at the edge of the cross-section, without uttering a word.

His injuries were so severe that every bone in his body was protesting, but the light in his eyes never shone through.

After the clone finished speaking and confirmed that the other party was still alive, it turned and left.

……

Return to the Cloud Nether Empire.

When the clone passed through the sky of the Southern Region and landed back in the Imperial City Square, most of the rubble around the altar had been cleared away.

The fallen flags were raised again, the broken white marble slabs were removed, and new slabs were being laid one by one.

Although not fully restored to its original state, the main road leading from the palace gate to the altar has been leveled again, the bloodstains have been washed away, and the lingering bloody aura in the air is gradually dissipating.

Yunling stood on the steps to the side of the altar, giving instructions to several officials from the Imperial Household Department.

Her aura had largely subsided from the state of "borrowing the next ten years," stabilizing at a level between the peak of Martial Emperor and above, like a precision machine operating at reduced power.

Seeing her approach, Yunling stopped speaking, waved to the group to let them go about their business, then turned around and scanned the clone up and down with her gaze.

"You're back," she said.

"Um."

Yunling remained silent for a moment, seemingly processing the information, then a slight smile curved her lips: "So, how long do you plan to stay?"

"It won't be long, let's use up the time first."

He did not intend to reveal that he was not the original entity.

Yunling nodded, without asking for further details.

She turned around and refocused her attention on the imperial city, which was under reconstruction.

"So, should we handle things here, you or me?"

"You can come."

"OK."

Yunling answered crisply and decisively, as if she had already anticipated this answer.

For some time afterward, the clone spent most of its time in the Imperial Study, handling matters that Yunling couldn't keep up with.

His work efficiency was almost the same as his own; he reviewed memorials quickly and accurately, and he never refused any documents that required his signature and seal.

The reconstruction work is proceeding in an orderly manner.

The routed invaders were either incorporated into the army or repatriated. After confirming that "the emperor is still alive," the remaining forces from all sides sent letters of surrender and apologies.

Although the territory of the Southern Immortal Dynasty did not expand further, its internal integration and restoration were more profound than during the war.

Damaged cities, farmland, and roads were repaired in the shortest possible time, displaced people were resettled, and granaries and military supply depots in various places were replenished one after another, gradually restoring them to pre-war reserve levels.

One evening a month later, the clone sat on the windowsill of the Imperial Study, holding a memorial that had already been reviewed, his gaze fixed on the sky outside the window.

As Ji Wujiu strolled into the courtyard, his clone was leaping down from the windowsill.

"It's all done."

He placed the memorial on the table and left the imperial study.

Yunling was waiting in the corridor outside the courtyard gate, wearing a pale yellow palace dress with a thin belt around her waist. She looked much more relaxed than she had a month ago, as if she had completely recovered from that intense battle.

"Are you leaving?" she asked.

"Um."

Yunling nodded without saying anything more.

"Okay," she said, "then I'll prepare too. Anyway, the conditions for this world's return have already been met."

She didn't say "see you next time" or "we'll work together again in the future," but simply said, "I'll get ready too," as if confirming a routine schedule.

The clone looked at her and nodded slightly.

Knowing that they stayed behind and dealt with these things, they were actually trying to increase his favorability.

Although the original entity might not know these things either, it still nodded.

Then he turned and walked through the corridor toward the inner palace.

Consort Rou still lives in the original courtyard.

She never left during the war. Yunling arranged for guards with considerable cultivation to stand outside the courtyard walls, and the intruders were never able to get close to the courtyard.

After the war, she did not move to a more magnificent palace, but remained in this somewhat remote old courtyard with an old tree growing in the middle.

When the clone pushed open the door, Consort Rou was sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard, holding a bowl of tea, looking at a cluster of unknown flowers that had just bloomed in the corner of the wall.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up, her gaze lingering on the clone for a moment—she was probably one of the few people in the world who could tell at a glance that the person in front of her was "not quite the same".

The difference was so subtle that only people who had lived together for over a decade could perceive it.

But she was his mother, so she could sense it.

She didn't ask any further questions, nor did she show any surprise. She simply placed the teacup on the stone table and waved to him.

"Come and sit down."

The clone sat down opposite her.

Consort Rou looked at him for a long time, then reached out and straightened his collar.

Will he come back?

"I don't know."

Consort Rou nodded and withdrew her hand, placing it on her knee.

She didn't cry, nor did she show much reluctance. She just sat there quietly, just as she had been doing for the past ten years—paving the way for him when he needed her, packing his bags when he went far away, and waiting in the same place when he turned back.

“Then Mother will stay here,” she said. “If he comes back, please tell him for me not to forget to come back and visit.”

The clone remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Yes."

He stood up and bowed to her.

Consort Rou smiled, waved to him, and indicated that he could leave.

As the clone turned and stepped out of the courtyard gate, the soft sound of Consort Rou picking up her teacup and taking a sip came from the courtyard behind her.

……

Cycle space.

It was still the familiar pure white space, and still that big sphere of light.

Yun Yi sighed.

This trip to beyond the world was not only to deal with the real extraterrestrial demon, but more importantly—he was genuinely curious about what the world beyond was like.

Unfortunately, there was nothing there.

It was a void, with no direction to be discerned.

It seems I can't be so reckless next time I go out.

He composed himself and looked at the settlement page.

[Reincarnator: Yun Yi]

[Rating: SSS+]

[Slayed Reincarnators: ...a total of 311, including 8 with higher authority.]

[Score Calculation: Base kills 311,000 points, Authorized Kills 8,000,000 points, Severe Injury and Heavenly Dao Bonus +9,000,000 points, World Faith +1,000,000 points, Extraterrestrial Demon Kills +20,000,000 points, SSS+ Rating Reward 1,000,000 points.]

[It has been detected that Reincarnator Yun Yi has completed the kill of an extraterrestrial demon. You may choose to complete one Level 3 privilege upgrade task.]

[Level 2 access points are tripled, and SSS+ rating points are quadrupled.]

[Killing 311 Reincarnators grants an additional +1,863,280 points]

[Killing eight authorized users will grant an additional +39,658,000 points]

Total points earned: 316,698,280.

Yun Yi's gaze swept over the string of numbers.

When I saw the list of authorized users, I was a little surprised—there was one person missing—but I didn't pay much attention to it.

This time, he didn't complain, but simply nodded silently, and then said without hesitation, "I choose to use that task for the upgrade quest to kill the Chosen One."

The large ball of light flashed.

[Yun Yi, the Reincarnator, has completed the killing of the Chosen One of the Lesser Thousand Worlds, and has completed the second part of the Level 3 Authority Upgrade quest.]

Yun Yi nodded and spoke again: "Teleport back."

As soon as he finished speaking, the perspective shifted, and he quickly returned to the original room.

Little White was still curled up in its nest, fast asleep.

Yun Yi glanced at it, and then his figure disappeared from the room.

The next moment, he appeared on an unknown planet and began to swing his fist.

……

Three days later.

Yunyi has returned once again.

This time, however, his strength was clearly a notch higher.

Moreover, he discovered that because he possessed an innate seed of enlightenment, he could perfectly control the power he unleashed with every punch.

After a brief refining, he returned—this time with important business to attend to.

Upon returning, he addressed the void:

"Teleport me to the Hall of Reincarnation."

The perspective shifted again, and he appeared in the pure white room of the Reincarnation Hall, with nothing but a silver-white window.

Pushing open the silver-white door, one sees people dressed in all sorts of strange costumes moving about in the hall.

However, compared to when they first came, this group of people has clearly changed.

After looking at it for a while, one can't help but feel a bit emotional.

"Brother? You're still alive!"

Just as I was feeling sentimental, a voice rang out from the side.

Yun Yi turned his head and saw a man in a suit looking at him with some surprise.

He pondered for a moment, then said, "You're the one who sells information."

The man in the suit's lips twitched noticeably, and he coughed twice: "Brother, my name is Qian Tu. You've already forgotten me after only four worlds?"

"That makes sense, though. Nobody knows how long each world will last, so it's normal not to remember. I didn't expect you to still be alive, brother—the survival rate among newcomers isn't high."

Yun Yi nodded, he still remembered this person.

After all, he was the first person I encountered in this cycle hall, and the one who had given me information for free.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Qian Tu didn't care and continued, "Brother, being able to survive four worlds means your strength is definitely not bad."

"I haven't seen you the last few times, you must have been busy improving your strength, right? What brings you to the Hall of Reincarnation this time, or are you looking to gather some new information? Whatever it is, you can't go wrong by coming to me."

"However, this isn't the first time. It's free, but we'll have to charge a small fee from now on."

Upon hearing this, Yun Yi glanced at him and asked, "Are you sure you'll do anything?"

Qian Tu's lips curled slightly: "Of course. Don't underestimate me just because I've only experienced a few worlds; I'm now a sixth-tier reincarnator."

"While I wouldn't say that everything can be done in this Reincarnation Hall, for a newcomer like you, as long as you have enough points, you can handle anything."

"Even if I'm not good enough, I still have the Blood Wheel Guild behind me."

"In the Hall of Reincarnation, there is nothing we cannot accomplish."

Yun Yi nodded and calmly said, "In that case, could you please help me call back all the reincarnators who aren't in the Reincarnation Hall?"