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

Inside Youdu City, the surviving inhabitants still look up at the sky and pray for their city lord.

A mother holding her child knelt before the altar, her lips moving as she recited Yun Yi's name, her palms sweaty.

She was truly praying, sincerely praying.

Then, she heard a sound.

The sound of something crawling on the city wall.

She looked up.

A dark red hue was seeping from the top of the city wall, slowly spreading downwards.

It wasn't fast, but with each inch it spread, the bricks were covered with a layer of wet, slightly pulsating fleshy membrane.

Tiny eyeballs then grow on the surface of the flesh membrane, one after another, slowly rotating.

She screamed, picked up the child, and ran.

It's too late.

Ripples of flesh and blood surged from the top of the city walls, cracks, and drains, like a long-planned underground river finally finding its way to the surface, converging on the city from all directions.

As the woman ran, something tripped her leg—a fleshy tentacle emerged from a crack in the ground and wrapped around her calf.

On the surface of her whiskers, countless tiny mouths opened simultaneously, leaving dense, fine teeth marks on her skin.

In the instant she fell, she shielded the child above her chest, covering the child with her own body.

The moment her back touched the ground, she felt a damp warmth.

That's not blood.

The ground was covered with a thin, slowly pulsating flesh-colored fungal carpet.

Countless fine, hair-like threads of flesh and blood extended from the surface of the fungal carpet, quickly and violently slipping into the hem of her clothes, into her cuffs, into her collar, and into the gaps between her hair.

The child in her arms burst into tears.

The cries echoed over the ruins of Youdu City, mingling with the wails of other people in the distance, forming a desperate elegy rising from the depths of hell on earth.

Less than ten breaths.

All the people in the entire city of Youdu perished.

The corpse was wrapped in the fungal carpet and pulled underground, merging with the rubble of the city walls, the ruins of the streets, and all the memories accumulated by the city over the past decade into a huge, writhing mass of flesh and blood that emitted a hoarse laugh.

The evil god of fleshy ecstasy has arrived.

It used the lives of the people of Youdu as the first altar for its arrival in this world.

……

Meanwhile, the battle in the sky was also coming to an end.

The white light grew weaker and weaker under the continued suppression of the golden holy light.

Yun Yi's divine body was covered with cracks, the range of his divine domain shrank to less than 100 meters, and the effectiveness of his divine words was compressed to the limit under the relentless onslaught of the true god.

One of his divine pronouncements could distort the spatial rules surrounding God, directly negating a sea of ​​holy light and fire with a diameter of a thousand meters as if it had never existed.

But God will release an even greater amount of holy light energy in the next instant, forcibly restoring the distorted rules.

Each collision between the two tore open new spatial rifts in the sky.

The void winds blowing from the cracks turned the wasteland within a hundred miles below into a lifeless wasteland.

But the gap is ultimately too large.

Allah extended his right hand to Yun Yi, who was chained and suspended in mid-air, with his five fingers spread and his palm facing Yun Yi's chest.

A thin, almost invisible golden ray shot out from the palm of his hand.

The light pierced through Yun Yi's chest.

The light membrane on the surface of the divine body, which could withstand the direct impact of the holy light and sea of ​​fire, was easily penetrated like paper in front of it.

The cracks started from a small wound on his chest and spread outwards.

The spread was so slow that the progression of each crack was clearly visible.

Wherever the cracks passed, the light of the divine body began to fade, like the last star in the night sky slowly dimming before dawn.

Finally, the divine body exploded, turning into countless tiny golden fragments that scattered in all directions.

Allah stood still.

Its vertical pupils held no joy of victory, only the indifferent calm that comes with completing a mission.

Just as it was about to retract Shen Ye's body, a voice came from the void.

It seemed to come from all directions at once.

The voice only said two words.

"God—rebellion!"

Things that God does not allow to happen are all reversed.

God denied the death.

The third divine power of heaven and earth was automatically activated the moment the divine body shattered.

The scattered golden fragments stopped in mid-air.

They paused in the void for a moment, then, like a reversed image, flew back along their original trajectory, converging again from all directions to the center of the explosion, piecing themselves together piece by piece.

The cracks faded from the fragments, and the golden film shone brightly again.

The spatial rift torn open by the chains silently closed, the pierced chest repaired itself automatically, and even the tattered robe was restored to its original state.

God does not allow His own death, so death never occurs.

Yun Yi stood in the center of the restored divine body, clenched his fist, and felt that familiar power return to his control.

For the first time, a look that could be interpreted as "surprise" appeared in God's vertical pupils.

It tilted its head.

An even greater power began to pour down from the void.

If killing once isn't enough, then kill twice.

If two attempts aren't enough, keep killing until you can't revive anymore.

The moment Shen Ye's body received this surge of power, it emitted a low, cracking sound.

This body is already unable to withstand it, but God doesn't care.

More chains of holy light grew from the void.

This time the chains were thicker, longer, and more numerous than before, and each chain was covered with densely packed sacred runes.

The runes shimmered with a liquid golden light under the holy light.

These chains are no longer just a constraint.

The moment they appeared, they began to burn Yun Yi's divine sense—the sacred runes on the chains actually possessed the ability to directly attack memories and consciousness.

Yun Yi sensed something was wrong the moment he was bound by chains.

Something is being ripped from my mind.

First it was blurry, then it was blank in segments, and finally, whole pieces of memory were erased.

He forgot the moves he had used just a second ago, forgot his third divine power, forgot the battle strategy he had devised, and even forgot why he was standing here facing this enemy.

Allah killed him a second time.

This time, they not only killed his body, but also erased his ability to return.

In the instant his memory was completely erased, Yun Yi even forgot himself.

The divine body exploded for the second time.

Golden fragments scattered and flew everywhere.

This time, the fragments did not reform.

As God watched the fragments dissipate in the void, the surprise in his vertical pupils faded, and he returned to his previous indifference.

It checked again—the energy fluctuations had disappeared, the vital signs had disappeared, and the domain perception could not detect any trace of Yun Yi's presence.

This troublesome heresy has finally been completely eradicated.