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

Holy light is what counters demons.

Ke-ni is the product of a ghost after it dies.

You are dealing with ghosts, what does that have to do with me?

Standing ten thousand meters in the air, Yun Yi looked at all of this, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He has figured out a lot of things.

The full name of this entry is "冥蜕希夷·万死归道".

Previously, he always focused on the first half of the phrase, "冥蜕希夷," which was profound and difficult to understand, and he could never figure it out.

Only now do I understand that the real core lies in the second half of the sentence—"All deaths return to the Dao."

Only death is the true meaning.

When a person dies, they become a ghost; when a ghost dies, it becomes a ling.

But ghosts are already dead, so how can ghosts die?

Being burned to death by holy light is not death, being blasted apart by energy weapons is not death, being scattered and then reassembled is not death—those are merely temporary dissipation of form, not true death.

Because ghosts are already in a state of death.

How could he possibly die again?

The true meaning of "death by ghost" is when even resurrection loses its meaning; it is dying to the point of forgetting that you are a ghost, forgetting that you were once a human, forgetting everything, abandoning everything, losing everything—until in the end, the word "death" itself no longer has any meaning.

"Ten thousand deaths" is not a rhetorical exaggeration, but a condition.

A ghost must experience enough real deaths, struggling repeatedly on the edge of death, and gradually losing itself in a long process before it can complete this transformation.

When a ghost dies, it becomes a ghost.

The 聻 is a killing god among ghosts.

Humans fear ghosts, ghosts fear the yin, but the yin—fears nothing.

Yun Yi slowly exhaled.

I've finally figured out the correct way to access this entry.

To his surprise, the souls devoured by the yin energy slowly transformed into yin ghosts.

He originally thought that he would be unable to transform after his soul was devoured, but he didn't expect that he still could.

……

There is never a chance to catch your breath on the battlefield.

After devouring hundreds of souls, the vengeful spirit had swelled to nearly three meters tall.

It stood in the center of the battlefield, with dozens of Holy Light mechs torn to pieces scattered at its feet.

The golden rays of the blazing sun shone upon it, making it appear even more eerie, and even faintly revealing some indescribable charm.

The beams of the Sacred Flame Cannon poured down from the sky, passing through its body and striking the ground behind it, blasting out lava craters—it remained completely still, as if the beams had pierced through the air.

Then it raised its head, its dark red eyes locking onto the blazing sun in the sky that continued to emit light.

The next second, it disappeared.

When it reappeared, it was already crouching on the outer shell of the blazing sun.

The suspended metal sphere was over twenty meters in diameter, its surface covered with a sanctified energy amplification array, and all twelve metal petals were fully unfolded, each one trembling violently.

Inside the sphere, the Holy Light Reactor, compressed to its limit, is outputting at maximum power, releasing enough light to permanently blind an ordinary person ten kilometers away.

The vengeful spirit crouched at the top, its gray-black claws digging into the metal shell, then tearing at it frantically.

The light of the blazing sun dimmed for a moment.

With each attack from the Soul-Eating Beast, the metal petals began to tremble violently, and the sanctified runes on their surface burst one after another, emitting a crisp sound like firecrackers.

The moment the sun's rays went out, everyone on the battlefield heard a muffled explosion—the massive metal sphere burst open from the inside, its fragments scattering in all directions, trailing black smoke.

The vengeful spirit leaped out of the flames of the explosion and landed on the bridge of a holy light warship.

That was the flagship of the three warships, and the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bridge command room faced the battlefield.

Shen Ye stood behind the porthole.

He saw a dark red claw reach in through the porthole—the silver-plated armored glass was more fragile than paper before that claw, shattering into countless fragments with a crash.

The claws pierced through the control panel in the command room, through the chest of an adjutant who had no time to dodge, and stopped less than two meters away from Shen Ye.

Shen Ye did not move.

The spear of judgment in his hand emitted a deep hum, and the golden flames on the spear suddenly surged.

The vengeful spirit's claws stopped two meters away.

It let out a hoarse growl, its voice carrying a hint of wariness for the first time.

It retracted its claws, leaped off the bridge, and landed back on the ground.

The spear of judgment can make even the most vengeful spirits tremble.

Shen Ye stood behind the broken porthole, his long golden hair flying backward in the gale that rushed into the bridge.

There was no fear on his face, only a chilling calm.

He watched as the monster destroyed the sun's light, devoured the souls of thousands of elite soldiers in three minutes, and nearly reached its claws into his command room—but he never moved an inch.

His gaze passed over the souls, over the Youdu warriors and Holy Cult soldiers fighting madly on the battlefield, and landed on the churning sea of ​​clouds above Youdu City.

He knew Yun Yi was there.

Yun Yi was also looking at him.

Two boys of the same age gaze at each other from afar, separated by the entire battlefield.

Shen Ye's fingers tightened slightly as he gripped the Spear of Judgment, causing the golden flames on the spear to flicker.

He knew that the authority holder named Yun Yi was more troublesome than he had anticipated, but he still believed he had a chance of winning.

On the east side of the battlefield, on the old-fashioned television tower that had been half-shaved off by missiles, the wasteland merchant in a black trench coat had already re-set up the tripod of his observation equipment.

His hands were trembling.

In his 25 years in the industry, he has documented the direct conflict between the Black Tide and the Holy Church, filmed large-scale battles between wasteland city-states, and even ventured deep into the Black Tide-infested areas to capture images of bizarre creatures.

But all of that combined doesn't compare to the excitement of the first hour of today's battle.

An undead, eerie legion; warriors capable of taking on ten thousand men single-handedly; and this indescribable monster—it dismantled the Holy Church's strategic weapon, the Blazing Sun, with its bare hands in three minutes, nearly blowing up the Holy Son's command center.

The traveling merchant adjusted his focus, continuously reporting everything in front of him into the communicator.

He had already drafted the intelligence title in his mind—"Netherworld VS True Bishop: The Wasteland Power Structure May Be Completely Reshuffled," and added a small note: "It is recommended that all city-state leaders purchase immediately, and double the price."

In the shadow of the ruins behind him, another group of people were also observing the battlefield.

On the screen of the energy detector in the hand of the middle-aged man in the lead, the data had stopped changing—clearly, the instrument was unable to detect the strange creature at all.

He silently turned off the detector.

"The Radiant Sun has been destroyed, the Holy Flame Cannon is ineffective, the Holy Light Main Cannon is ineffective, the Holy Light Chains are ineffective... all known holy attribute attacks are ineffective against this monster."

His voice was calm, but the young assistant beside him could hear the suppressed emotion within it. "What on earth is this thing?"

His gaze was fixed on the gray-black figure on the battlefield, his eyes shining with a light that only appeared when discovering a brand-new research subject—that was the most instinctive thing of the members of the Dark Technology Society, a thirst for the unknown.

"Notify headquarters," he said, "we need a capture team."

The assistant was taken aback: "Capture? Captain, that's on a battlefield with a million-strong army—"

"I'm talking about capturing."

The middle-aged man interrupted him, his tone leaving no room for argument, "The combat statistics of this creature are unprecedented."

"The headquarters has always wanted to use scientific methods to replicate the Holy Light purification effect of the Holy Church, but it has always lacked a control sample that can be completely immune to the Holy Light."

"This monster—not only is it immune to Holy Light, it can even devour it."

"If we can capture it, headquarters will have even more to study, and it will be more helpful in investigating the truth behind why the world split and perished."

He paused, then glanced again at the gray-black figures charging across the battlefield.

Those dark red eyes held no rationality whatsoever, only the most primal and pure hunger and madness.

Even if this creature only brings back a small tissue sample, it would be enough to make him jump three levels in status within the Dark Technology Society.

He turned on the communication channel and began to report to headquarters in a low voice.

On the southern edge of the rift valley, the little girl in the black dress no longer swung her legs.

She stood on the edge of the cliff, her skirt billowing in the wind, her dark eyes fixed intently on the ghost on the battlefield.

For the first time, the nonchalant smile on his face disappeared, replaced by an unusual seriousness.

She has Level 4 access.

She has traveled to too many worlds and seen too many systems.

So she recognizes this thing.

"The Ghost and God System - Yin God Rank"

Her voice was very soft, as if she were talking to herself, but it carried an undisguised shock: "How is this possible? Yin spirits... those are the most difficult things to condense in the ghost and god system, without exception."

She's right.

Even among the many systems she knew, the system of ghosts and gods was of the highest quality.

And the Yin spirit is one of the most powerful branches on this path.

Yet it is precisely the path that almost everyone who enters the realm of ghosts and gods avoids at all costs, because embarking on this path often means inevitably getting lost.

Those who are able to embark on this path would never choose an option that would lead to self-destruction.

Even for her, condensing a Yin God would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

"Luck?" The woman frowned, a sour feeling welling up inside her for some reason.

As she pondered this, a deformed piece of flesh quietly bulged out from behind her.

In the blink of an eye, a face exactly like hers grew out.

"Hehe, I've found you... I've found you..."

"Hehehe..."

The woman was completely unaware of all this.