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

The Pope then felt the feedback from the Sacred Chains of Heaven—the nine chains were breaking simultaneously from both ends.

One end is the expanding power of Yun Yi's Law of Heaven and Earth, and the other end is the counter-force of the true essence sealed within Yun Yi's body that bursts forth the moment the space thaws.

With the two forces acting simultaneously, cracks spread from both ends of the chains toward the middle at a visible speed, and each chain emitted a shriek as if it were about to break.

The Pope did not hesitate.

He didn't even wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth before raising his hands again.

The holy light threads on his ten fingers lit up again—this time, he was burning not decades or hundreds of years of his lifespan, but all that he had left.

The holy light power accumulated over three hundred years, along with all the remaining life force in this old body, was injected into the Holy Sky-Locking Chains.

The Pope's body rapidly withered away in the holy light.

Her once plump skin became dry and papery, her once clear eyes became cloudy and pale, and her head of white hair began to fall out in clumps.

But at that moment, the shattering chains also lit up with a blinding white light again.

Each link of the chain grew thicker and stronger under the infusion of white light, and the shattered runes repaired themselves in the light, even extending into new runes after the repair—the Pope was using his life to reinforce the seal.

Yun Yi felt the change in pressure from the chains and frowned slightly.

The power of confinement has indeed become stronger.

Or rather, it was the Pope who was using human lives to fill the gap, forcibly raising the upper limit of the Holy Chains of Heaven's seal.

But the number of lives the Pope can fill is limited.

Six seconds later, the first chain broke.

Seven seconds, second one.

Eight seconds later, the third and fourth bars broke simultaneously.

Before the broken chain fragments could even fly away, they were pulverized by the energy overflowing from the Heavenly Law.

In ten seconds, all nine chains shattered.

The countless white light fragments were crushed into fine dust under the pressure of the Dharma image, scattering across the sea of ​​clouds like a quiet star shower.

On the holy mountain, the Pope's body lost all support and, like a piece of withered wood drained of moisture, slowly fell backward.

His eyes were still open, his pupils reflecting the colossal, sky-covering image of the Buddha. His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he no longer had the strength to utter a sound.

In the end, this true bishop pope, who had lived for three hundred years, quietly fell on the rocky ground at the edge of the Holy Mountain Rift Valley, his eyes never closing.

The last thing he saw was the gaze of that towering Buddha statue looking down from the sky.

That look was completely different from the "heretic demon" he had imagined—there was no anger, no murderous intent, not even a hint of concern.

The only person he cared about was the holy son who had sacrificed his life.

The instant Yun Yi broke the chains, Shen Ye also completed his sacrifice.

On the battlefield, the last batch of parish garrison soldiers, still turning to dust, had completely vanished.

The golden dust that filled the sky was like a reversed galaxy, all converging on the spear of judgment in Shen Ye's hand.

The holy light energy of a million-strong army was compressed into a spear less than two meters long. The golden light film on the surface of the spear was so thin that it was almost invisible, but a point of light shone on the tip of the spear.

That point of light was quiet, neither flickering nor shimmering, but simply hovering silently at the tip of the spear.

But anyone who sees that glimmer of light will immediately feel a chill from the depths of their soul—it is the embodiment of the laws of judgment, a phenomenon that only appears when the power capable of destroying a nation is compressed to its extreme.

Shen Ye threw out the spear of judgment.

The moment it flew out, the Spear of Judgment crossed space and appeared in front of Yun Yi's chest.

The golden light on the spear tip suddenly exploded, and the Judgment Domain was released from the spear tip, dragging Yun Yi into an independent space completely composed of the Judgment Laws, centered on his location.

Yun Yi's perspective underwent a dramatic transformation the moment it unfolded in the realm of judgment.

The sea of ​​clouds at an altitude of 10,000 meters disappeared, the battlefield beneath his feet disappeared, the distant Youdu City disappeared, and even the 10,000-foot-tall Dharma Image behind him was forcibly severed at the edge of the Judgment Domain.

He stood in a space so white it seemed unreal.

Beneath my feet was an endless expanse of white marble floor, and above my head was an equally endless white dome.

There were no walls on any side, yet the boundaries of the space were crystal clear—an insurmountable boundary of law.

Hundreds of meters away from Yun Yi, rows of neat seats floated in the air, stretching from the ground to an unseen height.

Countless blurry figures sat in those seats, each face shrouded in a soft white halo, their features indistinct, yet their gazes were palpable—countless eyes were cast down from all directions, landing on Yun Yi, like countless judges scrutinizing the same defendant.

This is the realm of trials.

The most core divine art in the millennia-old tradition of the True Bishops is said to be a fragment of the law left behind by the "Supreme God" before leaving the mortal world. It can pull the soul of the target into a consciousness space composed of pure laws of judgment.

In this space, all the sins of the person being judged will be magnified infinitely until their soul is completely destroyed.

At that moment, a judge in white robes was standing directly in front of Yun Yi.

He stood on the white platform before the judge's bench, looking down at Yun Yi, holding a golden scepter formed from pure judicial laws.

Then, the trial began.

Countless figures rose from their seats, each holding a book, turning the pages, and reading aloud—

"Yun Yi, Lord of Youdu City, first of his crimes: slaughtering believers of the true God."

"Yun Yi, Lord of Youdu City, second charge: protecting heretics and rejecting the glory of God."

"Yun Yi, Lord of Youdu City, third charge: stealing holy light and practicing demonic arts."

"Yun Yi, Lord of Youdu City, fourth charge..."

Countless accusations resounded like a tidal wave across the judicial arena, each one weighing heavily on the laws of the law.

Yun Yi stood in the center of that unreal white trial area, his own shadow reflected on the marble floor beneath his feet, the dome above his head seemingly endless, and the blurry figures around him still loudly proclaiming one charge after another.

The voices of accusations echoed and overlapped in the empty space, each syllable carrying the weight of the laws of judgment, pressing down on his soul and weakening his strength layer by layer.

When the fifth judgment fell, he clearly felt his cultivation level drop from the Nascent Soul stage to the Spirit Transformation stage.

The true essence within the body seemed to have lost some kind of core support, and the energy flow that was originally surging like a river became scattered and weak.

But he didn't panic—falling from the Nascent Soul stage to the Divine Transformation stage wasn't fatal for him.

Once he leaves this judicial arena, he has plenty of ways to recover.

He also possesses a third divine power of heaven and earth.

As a being who reincarnates, living is the most important thing.

This was also the one that took him the longest to condense his divine powers of heaven and earth; it was not an offensive one, but a life-saving divine power.

He raised his hand, just as he was about to unleash his attack.

Then, his hand stopped in mid-air.

Yun Yi was stunned for a moment.

A hint of confusion even appeared in his eyes.

His third supernatural power... what was it again?

He tried to use it, only to find that he had completely forgotten it.

It was as if that supernatural power had never existed.

Yunyi tried again.

His divine sense sank into the depths of his consciousness, sweeping through all his memories, all his abilities, and all his trump cards, trying to find any trace left by that third divine power of heaven and earth.

No.

There was nothing there.

He doesn't even remember its name, its effects, or its trigger conditions.

He remembered that he had condensed it, but he had forgotten what it was.

This contradictory feeling was extremely eerie, as if someone had precisely erased a line of text in his mind with an eraser, while all the surrounding text remained intact.

Yun Yi slowly lowered his hand.

The laws of the Judgment Realm continued to oppress him, and his soul power and cultivation were still being stripped away, but his attention was no longer entirely focused on that.

……