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

There was no warning whatsoever.

The tall figure in the silver-gray robe exploded into a cloud of blood mist from the spot where he was standing without warning.

The people around him, half of their bodies stained crimson with blood, their expressions frozen in that "watching the show" frame, before they could even switch to "horror," were gone.

All the laughter and chatter in the hall were abruptly cut off at the same moment, like a phonograph being turned off its power.

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

All eyes were focused on the spot where Wang Zhongchen had just been standing.

The place is now empty, with only a cloud of blood mist slowly sinking down.

Several people standing next to him instinctively took several steps back.

The expression on his face changed from astonishment to blankness, and then from blankness to something deeper, something that could not be described in words.

They weren't unfamiliar with the powerful killing people.

But they had never seen anyone kill in the Hall of Reincarnation.

The rules of the hall are ironclad.

No matter how high one's cultivation level, how deep one's background, or how many worlds one has experienced—once one makes a move in the Hall of Reincarnation, one will be immediately punished.

At best, their points will be wiped out; at worst, they will be thrown into a higher-level reincarnation world as cannon fodder; and in some cases, they will be completely erased.

But at that moment, the person on the platform simply had a thought, and then disappeared.

There was no response from the lobby.

The rule was not triggered.

That can only mean one thing—the other party is not bound by the rules at all.

Some people have already realized it.

Those reincarnators who had experienced more worlds and had some understanding of the system of those with authority were the first to change their expressions.

They knew what this meant.

Level 1 user.

Within the Hall of Reincarnation, they possess completely unrestricted rights of action; only those with the authority can do this.

The young man standing before them was actually an authority holder.

How is that possible?

"Now," Yun Yi's voice rang out again, still neither too loud nor too soft, "those who are willing to submit, stand on the left."

There was silence in the hall for about three breaths.

Then, the first person moved.

He was a man wearing brown leather armor and with a scar across his face.

He strode to the left side of the hall, stopped, and turned to face the others with a tense expression, as if he was afraid that if he slowed down even a step, he would be wiped out on the spot.

His actions seemed to open a floodgate.

The footsteps of the second person, the third person, the fourth person... began to increase.

Some people walked quickly, some walked with stiff steps, and some walked briskly through the crowd with their heads down.

But some people haven't moved yet.

About half of the people were standing on the left.

There were still quite a few people standing on the right side and in the middle.

Those who didn't move had various expressions.

Some frowned, some hesitated, and some stood still, as if waiting for something.

Just then, a figure emerged from the shadows deep within the hall.

He was a man who looked to be over fifty years old, wearing a faded gray cloth long gown, with a thin face and gray hair, looking like an ordinary accountant who was about to retire.

When he came out, the people who had been standing near him unconsciously made way for him.

He walked to the front of the crowd, stopped, and looked up at Yun Yi on the platform.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a composure befitting his age.

"I know that Level 1 users do have the authority to take action in the Reincarnation Hall."

"But I also know something else—a Level 1 access user can only take action once."

His voice carried clearly through the silent hall.

Those who were hesitating before slowed down noticeably after hearing this.

Some people stopped in their tracks, some turned to look at the old man in the gray cloth robe, and some whispered among themselves.

"Who is that old man?"

"It seems to be the 'Gray-Robed Old Ghost,' a powerful figure who has reincarnated a hundred times."

"A hundred lifetimes of reincarnation? Wow... Is it really possible for someone to reincarnate so many times?"

"I don't know, anyway, I've been here almost thirty times. When I arrived, the other party was already a very famous figure."

"A Level 1 access user can only act once? He already used his limit, so he can't do anything to us now?"

Whispers began again.

Although it has become much more restrained than before, the confidence that was quietly gathering is slowly returning.

The gray-robed old ghost looked at Yun Yi on the platform, a faint smile appearing on his lips, as if he had seen through some kind of rule.

"So, you no longer have a second chance."

"We will not agree to your conditions."

Those behind him who hadn't stood on the left regained their footing.

Some people straightened their backs, some crossed their arms, and some put on an "I see" expression.

Yun Yi looked at the old man in gray robes.

Then he spoke.

"Who told you that?"

The old man in the gray robe froze for a moment.

But he quickly regained his composure and spoke again, his voice still calm: "You don't need to bomb me. I dare to stand up because I have confidence."

Yun Yi nodded, his tone as calm as if he were stating a basic common sense statement.

"You're right, a Level 1 user can only take action once."

After hearing this, the old man in the gray robe finally broke into a full smile, and the heavy burden in his heart was lifted.

But before he could finish exhaling, Yun Yi spoke again.

"It refreshes with each cycle."

The old man in the gray robe froze once again.

However, he quickly regained his composure and said in a deep voice, "So what? Are you going to come and kill me again when the game refreshes? Even if you kill me, it won't make anyone else submit, because you've already used up your next chance."

"The Hall of Reincarnation holds tens of thousands of people; how many times can you possibly use it?"

Yun Yi's lips curled up slightly, as if he had finally waited for a question worth answering.

"That is indeed quite troublesome."

He paused, and something deeper surfaced beneath the indifference in his eyes.

"But I don't need to go through that trouble."

The moment the words fell—

boom.

A supporter next to the gray-robed old man suddenly erupted in anger.

Crimson blood splattered out, staining half of the gray-robed old man's body crimson.

The gray-robed old man froze on the spot, then suddenly looked up at the young man on the platform who was completely unmoved and unharmed.

Gudong.

Gudong.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently twice, and his hands began to tremble slightly.

Yun Yi spoke again, his voice neither hurried nor slow.

"Who told you I have Level 1 access?"

Upon hearing this, the crowd fell into a deathly silence, followed by a wave of shock.

In their minds, obtaining Level 1 access is already incredibly difficult, and that must be the absolute limit.

But from what the other party is saying—level one access is not the end.

Yun Yi stood on the white jade platform, looking down at the upturned faces below.

Blood was still dripping from half of the old ghost's body, and his faded gray cloth robe had been completely stained dark red.

Those people behind him, who had been standing upright, now seemed to have had their bones removed, frozen in place, motionless.

No one spoke anymore.

No one dared to speak again.

Yun Yi suddenly felt a little bored.

His purpose in coming here was simple—to make everyone submit, thus fulfilling the conditions for a Level 3 authority mission.

But he had already said it three times, demonstrated it twice, and killed two people.

Below, some people are still standing still.

Not everyone deserves a third chance.

So he raised his right hand.

The movement was very light, like brushing a speck of dust off a sleeve.

Then—the reincarnators on the right and in the middle of the hall all exploded at the same moment.

No sound.

There were no screams.

Those who were standing—including the old ghost in the gray robe—were as if gently wiped from the world by an invisible hand, their clothes and weapons turning into a vast expanse of scarlet mist.

Blood mist filled the air above the hall, thick as a giant red flower blooming silently.

A moment later, the right side and the middle of the hall were completely empty.

There wasn't even a trace left on the ground, as if those people had never existed in the first place.

Among the reincarnators standing on the left, one of them suddenly collapsed to his knees and knelt on the ground.

Some people were trembling all over, but they clenched their teeth and dared not make a sound.

Some people lowered their heads, staring at their toes, not even having the courage to look up.