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

According to the entry, the mechanism of the domain is: those who die within the domain are transformed into ghosts, and the ghosts cause the domain to continue to expand. After the domain expands, it can transform corpses in an even larger area.

This is a chain reaction.

In theory, given enough time and a constant supply of corpses, he could turn the entire world into his necromantic domain.

The problem is that, apart from this passive conversion function, the 150,000 Yin Ghosts don't seem to have any other use.

Attack power?

Initially, even the Iron Mountain could burn away the Yin Ghost.

Later, as the territory expanded, the number of Yin Ghosts increased, but the strength of each one seemed to remain unchanged.

No matter how many ghosts increase in number, they are always the lowest level of spiritual entities, not even as good as the living souls of ordinary people.

The only good thing is that you won't die.

That's right, you won't die.

Once these ghosts reach a certain level of power, they can be seen, but Yun Yi has never paid attention to them, so many of them have been killed.

But the result was that not long after being killed, they would randomly respawn somewhere.

At first, Yun Yi thought that the "fivefold true death" that was given to him was what allowed the Yin ghosts to revive, but the fivefold true death did not disappear and still hung above the heads of every Yin ghost.

Of course, it's not entirely without its advantages.

Yun Yi discovered that these ghosts were moving at an absurdly fast speed.

As if completely disregarding the constraints of the laws of physics, he could instantly reach any point within the domain with just a thought.

The attack power of a single Yin Ghost is not even enough to kill an ordinary person.

But just one hundred of them would be enough to kill an ordinary person within ten minutes due to extreme hypothermia.

Now, with 150,000 Yin Ghosts, Yun Yi has tried it; even a third-tier martial artist can be frozen to death by the Yin energy.

The fourth level is still a bit of a stretch.

Yun Yi had initially thought that the five levels of true death could only be triggered by "truly killing" the Yin ghost; ordinary killing methods were ineffective.

But even though he had killed it himself, the ghost soon revived, as if it were impossible to kill.

This made Yun Yi wonder if he had misunderstood.

He once stared at the two characters "Xi Yi" on the entry and pondered whether the five real deaths corresponded to the pattern of "when a person dies, he becomes a ghost; when a ghost dies, he becomes a ling; when a ling dies, he becomes hope; when hope dies, he becomes Yi".

But after several experiments, it turned out that this ghost was truly unkillable.

Or have I misunderstood?

He was too lazy to think about it anymore.

Fifteen thousand Yin ghosts—not too many, not too few.

If thrown onto a real battlefield, countless enemies below the fourth rank would die. But against truly high-end combat power, this amount of Yin energy wouldn't even be enough to tickle them.

As for the "fivefold true death," the triggering conditions have not yet been figured out, so we'll just leave it for now.

Anyway, if a real fight breaks out, his evil spirits will only increase, not decrease.

Although the key is still unclear, when their numbers are stacked up, they still become a terrifying force.

He turned his gaze back to the map on the table.

That was hand-drawn by Tieshan himself, marking the distribution of all forces within a thousand miles around Youdu—the parish of the True Bishop, the area where the Black Tide spreads, several large survivor settlements, and some gray areas marked as "areas of unknown forces activity".

Several areas circled in red on the edge of the map are areas where the reconnaissance team recently discovered unusual activity.

Yunyi lightly touched one of the red circles with his fingertip.

Regardless of whether the true bishop's target is himself or not, he should not be underestimated.

After all, strictly speaking, he doesn't yet know the exact strength of that evil god in this world.

Don't blindly type in terms of terms before you understand them.

He raised his hand, his fingers slightly spread, and a thin wisp of true energy shot out from his fingertips, silently disappearing into the wall.

That was one of the sensing array nodes he had set up in key locations throughout Youdu.

Through this formation, he could sense the energy flow of the entire Youdu City without leaving his house—whether the defensive cannons on the city walls were fully charged, whether the martial artists on the training grounds were circulating their qi and blood normally, and even whether the energy reactor deep underground in the city was operating stably.

everything is normal.

Yun Yi withdrew the true essence threads, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.

……

At the same moment, thousands of miles away.

The Holy City of True Bishops—The New Jerusalem.

This city is completely different from Youdu.

Youdu is a military fortress built of steel and concrete, every inch of which exudes a cold, pragmatic atmosphere.

The New Jerusalem is a holy city built with faith.

In the heart of the city, a white spire soars into the clouds, its entire structure made of some unknown white stone, gleaming with a soft, milky glow in the sunlight.

Atop the spire floats an eternal, inextinguishable golden flame—the sacred fire of the true bishop, said to be a fragment of divinity left behind by God when He departed from the mortal realm.

Centered on the spire, white buildings radiate outwards in concentric circles.

All the buildings are of the same style: white stone walls, golden domes, and stained glass windows, each depicting a scene of God's descent into the world.

The streets are wide and clean, with a small statue of God every ten steps, the base of which is inscribed with sacred words.

The pedestrians were all dressed in white robes with a golden holy emblem hanging on their chests. Their faces were filled with pious and calm expressions. They walked slowly and spoke softly, as if afraid of disturbing some sacred being.

This city lacks the hustle and bustle and ruggedness of Youdu, and the bullet holes and bloodstains that can be seen everywhere in the wasteland.

It is clean, solemn, and dignified, like a temple that has been transported directly from heaven to earth.

But deep within this holy city, on the highest level of that white spire, there is a room whose atmosphere is completely at odds with the city's sanctity.

The spacious room has pure white walls, and the ceiling is painted with a mural of God creating the world—God stands in chaos, stretching out his right hand to separate light from darkness.

The mural, painted with gold paint, shimmered with a warm glow under the candlelight.

There was only one person in the room.

He was a boy who looked to be no more than ten years old.

He sat cross-legged on a pure white futon in the center of the room, wearing a white robe with gold trim, the hem of which spread out on the ground like a blooming white lotus.

Her skin was extremely white, and her features were so exquisite that she seemed almost unreal. Her golden hair shone softly in the candlelight, and her pair of azure eyes reflected the mural on the dome.

He looked no more than ten years old, but his blue eyes showed no trace of the innocence or childishness a child should have.

Those eyes were calm and deep, carrying a composure and calculation completely out of character for their age—like the soul of an adult stuffed into the body of a child.

He is the son of the true bishop.

He was also one of the nine reincarnators.

His name is Shen Ye.

Ten years ago, at the moment he was born into this world, he found himself lying in a golden cradle covered with velvet, with a jewel-encrusted dome above him, and cardinals and Templars kneeling all around him, all worshipping him.

His "mother"—a holy woman who was said to have been favored by God in a dream—was lying on the bed, pale-faced, but looking at him with a smile of relief.

At that moment, Shen Ye realized something.

My status is too high.

It's ridiculously high.

The Holy Son—the legal successor of the true bishop, the spiritual leader of hundreds of millions of believers worldwide, and God's spokesperson on earth.

In any ordinary reincarnation world, this identity would be enough to put the reincarnator at the top of the food chain from the start, with resources, manpower, and intelligence at their disposal.

But this is the Paradise of Reincarnation.

The rules of the Reincarnation Paradise are simple—the higher your initial status, the weaker the Paradise judges you to be, and the more external resources you need to make up for the gap.

Conversely, if your initial status is so low as to be insignificant, it means that Paradise believes you are strong enough to crush most of the beings in this world.

Shen Ye knew this rule all too well.

In addition, Paradise himself said that he was just cannon fodder.

He then realized that he had most likely stumbled into a battlefield that was not his own.

Therefore, he knew very well that in order to survive, he had the greatest advantage only in the early stages.

Therefore, when he learned from the cardinal that in the past ten years, a force called "Youdu" had risen in the wasteland thousands of miles away from the Holy City, and that its city lord was a boy of the same age as him named Yun Yi, whose initial identity was merely the posthumous child of a female leader of a sanctuary—an infant who crawled out of a dead person's belly—Shen Ye's eyes suddenly lit up.

A baby that crawled out of a dead person's belly.

This status is as low as it can possibly be.

With no family background, no powerful protection, no initial resources, and even the most basic means of survival—his mother—had been lost before he was born.

Yet this infant, starting from scratch, spent ten years building a military city with 80,000 soldiers and training more than 20,000 martial artists, its influence radiating across thousands of miles.

This is very telling.

Shen Ye was almost certain that the person named Yun Yi was most likely an authorized user.

We must eliminate him swiftly and decisively before he fully matures.

Otherwise, if the game drags on to the later stages, you will lose all your advantages.