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

That's right, it's about calling back all the reincarnators who aren't in the Reincarnation Hall.

This thought had already been formed the moment Yun Yi stepped into this place.

He knew very well that his current authority was enough for him to act without restraint in the Hall of Reincarnation, but the prerequisite was that the other party had to be here.

If the person isn't even in this hall, but scattered across countless different reincarnation worlds, it's impossible for him to hunt them down in each and every one of them.

This is what's giving him the biggest headache right now.

He was not afraid of how strong the reincarnators in the Reincarnation Hall were.

He was afraid they weren't even here.

If no one is here, what is there to talk about submission?

What's the point of talking about killing?

After Yun Yi finished speaking, Qian Tu's expression went blank for about three seconds.

He stared at Yun Yi's expressionless face with his mouth agape, as if trying to confirm whether the other had just been driven mad from some high-difficulty world.

Then he blinked, then blinked again, and finally raised his hand to rub the back of his head, letting out a dry laugh.

"Ha...haha...brother, you're really joking."

"Call back all the reincarnators who aren't in the Reincarnation Hall? There are tens of thousands of people in the hall, scattered in countless worlds. Who knows where they are, what they're doing, or when they'll return?"

"Don't even mention me, even those old monsters who have reincarnated a hundred times can't do this."

He paused, then added, his tone tentatively teasing: "Besides, why did you call them back? To catch up?"

Yun Yi looked at him, his tone still calm:

"Make them submit."

Qian Tu's smile froze completely on his face.

He looked Yun Yi over again, scrutinizing him inch by inch, and after a few breaths he finally confirmed that this man was not joking.

"...Brother," Qian Tu lowered his voice, as if afraid someone would overhear something terribly wrong, "have you been in reincarnation for too long, accumulating too much pressure? Why don't you go to the rest area and have a cup of tea to calm down?"

Yun Yi didn't respond to that.

He turned to the side, his gaze passing over the reincarnators coming and going, landing on the most empty area in the center of the hall.

There stands a white jade pillar about three zhang tall, with a flat circular platform at the top. People occasionally stand on it to post tasks or temporarily gather teams, making it a natural "gathering point".

He lifted his foot and walked in that direction.

Qian Tu paused for a moment, then quickly followed, "Hey, bro, where are you going?"

Yun Yi did not answer.

He walked to the white jade pillar, stepped onto it, and landed steadily at the top of the platform, just half a meter above the line of sight of everyone in the hall.

The air above the platform trembled slightly, as if some dormant mechanism had been activated—it was the hall's built-in "broadcast," allowing anyone standing in this position to have their voice clearly heard throughout the entire hall without missing a single person.

The reincarnators who were walking, talking, and bargaining in the hall gradually looked up.

Some people had just exchanged their items, some were squatting in a corner wiping their weapons, and some were leaning against the wall with their eyes closed, resting.

But almost at the same time, their gazes converged on the young man standing atop the white jade pillar.

None of the reincarnators who have lived through several worlds are dull-witted.

They could tell at a glance that anyone who dared to stand in that position was either an organization leader with a major mission in hand, or a hothead who wasn't quite right in the head.

Judging from the unfamiliar young appearance of the other party, the latter is obviously much more likely.

Yun Yi's gaze slowly swept over the upturned faces before he spoke.

The sound wasn't loud, but with the support of the hall, it was clearly transmitted to every corner.

"I have something to announce here."

"Submit to me."

"Those who are willing, stand on the left."

"Those who don't want to, stand on the right."

He spoke with extreme brevity, so much so that it seemed as if he was stingy with any superfluous embellishment.

After he finished speaking, he stood there quietly, waiting for the people below to react.

The hall was quiet for about two breaths.

Then, someone laughed.

The laughter came from the throat of a bald man in leather armor in the corner. It was deep and rough, with a mocking tone that said, "These days, all sorts of monsters and demons exist."

Then the second person laughed, the third, the fourth... Laughter rang out one after another from all directions, like firecrackers being lit, crackling and popping together.

"Funny, funny, fucking hilarious!"

"How many is this now?" someone shouted, their tone full of mockery.

"Every month or two, a few arrogant newcomers will emerge, attempting to soar to the sky and directly skip the reincarnation stage to reach the threshold of those with authority."

"This is even more direct—they don't even announce their names, yet they expect people to submit right away. Where does their confidence come from?"

"He's a newbie, isn't he? He thinks he's invincible after just a few small worlds. He's obviously only been through small worlds. If you throw him into a medium-sized world, he'll probably behave himself in half a day."

The murmurs spread out like ripples on the water.

Some people laughed, shook their heads, and turned to leave, too lazy to watch any longer; some stood there with their arms crossed, simply enjoying the spectacle; and others raised their voices and shouted at the platform, "You tell us first, what makes you think you can make us submit?"

Yun Yi stood on the platform, listening quietly to the laughter and discussions without saying a word.

Then, a voice from the crowd drowned out everyone else.

"Ignore him."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a calmness honed by time, like the natural effect of someone accustomed to being the center of attention attracting the attention of those around them when they speak.

"I've seen plenty of these clowns; they'll quiet down on their own after a couple of lifetimes."

The person speaking was standing towards the back of the crowd.

He was tall and wore a silver-gray robe with intricate dark patterns embroidered on the hem. He looked to be around thirty years old, with regular features and a composure that came from being in a position of power for a long time.

He was surrounded by five or six people, who seemed to be followers or subordinates.

Someone recognized him, their voice tinged with apprehension: "It's 'Silver-Robed Yama' Wang Zhongchen! The one who rose to the ninth rank of Reincarnation in just twenty worlds!"

"What's this guy doing here?"

"I don't know, but since he's spoken up, this newcomer is probably in for trouble."

Wang Zhongchen felt the gazes directed at him from all around, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly, seemingly quite pleased with the attention he was receiving.

He took two steps forward, stood in front of the crowd, looked up at Yun Yi on the platform, and spoke with a condescending casualness.

"You're a newbie, right? I understand your desire to take shortcuts. After all, a Level 1 Authority user needs the submission of 90% of the Reincarnators to meet that condition, which is indeed very tempting."

"But have you ever thought about this—"

He spread his hands, looked around, and his voice was filled with undisguised mockery.

"What gives you the right?"

"Which of you reincarnators here hasn't crawled out of the brink of death? You think you can make everyone submit with just a few words? Do you think you're the ruler of the Paradise of Reincarnation?"

A low murmur of agreement rippled through the hall.

Some nodded, some chuckled, and some stared at Yun Yi on the platform with amusement.

Yun Yi glanced at Wang Chenzhong.

There was no response.

He simply shifted his gaze from the silver-gray figure and scanned the entire room once more.

His voice remained calm, but it was half a degree lower than before, as if the last bit of warmth had been drawn from his tone.

"I'll say it one last time. Either surrender, or—"

Before he could finish speaking, the silver-gray figure below the platform raised his hand and pointed at him.

Wang's deep voice carried a confident air of control: "You have no idea how many people in this hall are stronger than you. Someone like you—"

That's where the conversation ended.

Then, he exploded.