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

The scarred man stared at the words in front of him, stunned.

Yun Yi looked at him silently, and after confirming it several times, he finally understood.

This person is illiterate.

That's normal.

He had dug these words out of the memories of those few believers; expecting a brute who had been crawling around in the wasteland to understand them was wishful thinking.

He used energy to directly simulate sound and read the words aloud.

The scarred man paused for a moment upon hearing the voice.

Then, almost reflexively, his body stiffened, and he roared:

"yes!"

He turned around and yelled at his still-stunned subordinates, "What are you all standing there for! Didn't you hear what the leader said?!"

leader.

Yun Yi pondered the word in his mind.

They changed their tune quite quickly.

He was too lazy to correct him.

There's something else we need to figure out—why hasn't the effect of the phrase "冥蜕希夷·万死归道" been working yet?

He closed his eyes, his senses spreading outwards.

Then he felt it.

A thin, grayish-white mist swirled around the corpses of the dead believers, which, in his perception, coalesced into blurry human-shaped outlines.

They were pinned to the spot by some force, unable to drift away or move.

Ghosts.

The entry description is clear: Within a ten-meter radius of oneself, all those who die will be transformed into ghosts.

But Yunyi noticed a problem—the ghosts had appeared, but they just floated there quietly, without any aggression, like a row of puppets waiting for instructions.

As for the "granting five kinds of true death" mentioned in the description, there is not even a trace of it.

I don't know what the triggering condition is.

But at least one thing is certain: these ghosts obey him.

Yun Yi's mind stirred.

In the corner of the morgue, above the corpse of a cultist with a hole pierced between its eyebrows, the gray-white mist suddenly solidified.

A blurry human figure was peeled off the corpse—the facial features were indistinct, and the outlines of the limbs were slightly distorted in the air, like a wisp of kneaded smoke, with only two points of eerie green light shining from the eye sockets.

It floated there, waiting for his command.

Yun Yi thought for a moment and pointed to the living person closest to him in the room.

Tieshan.

The scarred man's name is that; as for how he knows it—just flip through your memory.

With his current strength, reading memories without harming the other party is as easy as flipping through a book.

If he hadn't seen the memories, he wouldn't have accepted the position of leader so readily.

The evil spirit has moved.

A grayish-white humanoid figure flashed by and was already attached to Tieshan's back in the next instant.

Tieshan, oblivious to everything, was bending down to pick up the weapons dropped by the cultists, muttering to himself:

"This Holy Light Pulse Gun still works, brothers, find all the magazines."

He was unaware that a ghost was standing behind him, nor that a blurry hand was reaching for the back of his neck.

The moment his fingertips touched his skin, Tieshan's internal energy and blood began to circulate on their own.

That was pure flesh and blood power.

His blood and qi surged and circulated within his body, like a pot of boiling molten iron.

When the ghost's fingers touched this flow of qi and blood, it was like an ice cube being thrown into boiling oil.

laugh--

A faint, almost inaudible crackling sound.

The fingers vaporized instantly.

Tieshan then felt a bit of heat on his back, reached out and scratched it, muttering, "Why is this damn place still a bit cold?", before continuing to pick up the gun.

He had no idea what had just happened.

Yunyi stood beside the cart, silent for a long time.

He knew the Yin Ghost was weak, but he didn't expect it to be this weak.

He could roughly judge Tieshan's strength—his physical tempering level was roughly equivalent to the third level of body refinement.

Even so, the ghosts couldn't even touch them.

That's ridiculously weak.

He remained silent for a while, then sighed softly.

Forget it.

Since the entry description mentions a growth effect such as "the domain expands by one meter for each additional Yin Ghost added," it suggests that the real potential lies in the accumulation of numbers.

It's normal that these few ghosts can't exert much power.

Besides, he doesn't need the help of this one entry now.

With "Gods and Demons Devouring the Heavens" in hand, and the energy density of this world being ridiculously high, it's more than enough to push through with sheer strength.

I was just a little disappointed.

At least it carries the title of "myth," but compared to the previous ones, it's far inferior.

He stopped dwelling on it and turned to look at Tieshan and his group.

In just a short while, Tieshan and his men had thoroughly searched the morgue for anything usable.

Weapons and ammunition were piled up in three separate piles, intact energy magazines were bundled together with strips of cloth, and even the corpses that had been killed by a single finger were not spared—someone was peeling off the bulletproof lining, someone was removing tactical attachments, and a tall, thin young man took off the boots of each corpse and tried them on, putting on the ones that fit on the spot.

Their movements were skillful and efficient, driven by a survival instinct born of someone accustomed to poverty.

Tieshan pulled a cloth bag from the pile of supplies and presented it to Yunyi with both hands.

"Chief, these are all the usable things we have here. Also, we've found the clothes."

Inside the cloth bag was a piece of clothing.

Strictly speaking, it wasn't clothing; it was cotton underwear stripped from the corpse of a religious believer, cut to the appropriate size with a knife, and tied around the waist with tactical bandages as a belt, barely qualifying as an infant robe.

The material was clean, probably spare clothing worn under the armor, and hadn't yet been stained with blood.

Yunyi took it and put it on.

The fabric was wrapped around his small body, the collar was a bit too big, and his shoulders were loose.

He folded the excess fabric and tightened it with bandages.

It doesn't look good, but it's better than being naked.

"Let's go," he said.

Tieshan was taken aback: "Where to?"

"Shelter." Yun Yi looked up at him. "Didn't you come looking for me? Found it. Lead the way."

Tieshan opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He wanted to ask—Chief, I haven't even mentioned the shelter yet, how did you know?

But he swallowed the words back down his throat.

This is their savior. It doesn't seem wrong that the savior knows these things.

So he simply said two words: "Yes, sir."

The way back was much quieter than the way there.

The three purification mechs outside remained kneeling, their cockpit openings smooth as mirrors, gleaming faintly with metallic sheen in the dim light.

Several corpses of Holy Church members were scattered around, all of them infantrymen who had charged in with the mechs, and had been cleared away by Tieshan and his men.

Tieshan paused as he passed the mechs, glanced up at the three steel remains, and then looked down at the baby sitting on his shoulder.

Yun Yi closed his eyes, as if he were sleeping.

But Tieshan could feel a huge energy pulsating on his shoulder—the "Gods and Demons Devouring Heaven" was operating on its own, and energy particles in the surrounding air were being drawn in by an invisible vortex, slowly and continuously flowing into that small body.

It wasn't fast, not as ferocious as when it devoured flames in the morgue, but it was relentless.

Under this continuous nourishment, Yun Yi's cultivation level silently advanced.

In just a short while, he has already reached the sixth level of Qi Refining.