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

He raised his hand and held it in front of his eyes.

The hand was still the same hand, but it no longer had any flesh or blood; its entire body was like a spirit.

Through his translucent skin, one could see grayish-white mist slowly surging beneath, flowing quietly through his blood vessels, like countless miniature rivers of the underworld, circulating endlessly within his body.

He sat up, his movements as natural as if he had just woken from a long sleep.

Gravel slid off him and crashed to the ground, echoing hollowly in the empty ruins.

Yun Yi looked down at the spot where he had been lying.

It was a broken stone slab, its surface covered in dust, with faintly visible engraved lines outlining a blurry pattern.

He reached out and wiped away the ashes, and the pattern gradually became clear—it was a floor plan of Youdu City.

Every section of the city wall, every watchtower, and every main road was meticulously carved.

Even the stone tablet in the city center square was on it, its outline only the size of a fingernail, but the inscription was completely intact—

"Now that I'm here, I will save this world."

This stone slab was carved by Tieshan himself.

Ten years ago, when Youdu City was first built, Tieshan, who was illiterate, learned these characters stroke by stroke and insisted on carving them.

He is now dead.

This stone slab became his tombstone.

Not all.

Only parts of his human body died; his demonic body continued to fight.

"It actually works."

He said in a low voice.

He had thought about this problem a long time ago.

The description of "Ming Tui Xi Yi · Wan Si Gui Dao" states that within a ten-meter radius of oneself, all the dead will be transformed into ghosts.

"All the dead".

It did not say "apart from itself".

Does he count as a "person"?

If we consider this, will they also become ghosts after death?

If one transforms into a ghost, can one still retain their consciousness and memories?

How is it different from other ghosts?

These questions had lingered in his mind for a long time, but he had never had the chance to verify them—after all, the prerequisite for verification was that he himself had to die first.

The cost is too high.

I haven't tried it yet.

until today.

Or rather, until that Level 4 access user appears.

When the woman appeared and mentioned the evil god of flesh and the sacrifices of the reincarnated, he understood that he had no other choice.

He didn't believe that a Level 4 access user was really just seeking refuge.

If it's just for refuge, there's no need to show up at all.

Furthermore, if that divine son can sacrifice himself to summon an evil god, then what about this holy son?

If he could, with his current abilities, face two evil gods at the same time.

Even if it's not the real person.

At ten years old, he was still too powerless.

Unless, of course, you flee like a stray dog.

But he didn't.

Therefore, at the moment the spear of judgment fell and the human body self-destructed, he voluntarily relinquished his own will, allowing himself to completely fall into death and letting the will of the newborn body take over.

In this way, it has the ability to both delay variables with a divine body and gamble on the word.

He never believed from the beginning that his entry was really that weak.

Fortunately, the gamble paid off.

He died and turned into a ghost.

Even more so than when he was alive, he could now sense the movement of every wisp of mist, the position of every speck of dust in this space, and even every moving ghost on the battlefield—all of which seemed to be part of his body.

He closed his eyes, his consciousness extending outward.

He saw the entire battlefield.

Within a radius of hundreds of miles, all the ghosts stopped moving at the same time, then turned in the same direction and raised their heads.

The cold green flames flickering in their eye sockets suddenly brightened a bit.

They sensed it.

They sensed their king slowly opening his eyes deep underground.

That feeling is indescribable.

Like the millions of roots of a great tree simultaneously receiving signals from the canopy, like every drop of water in the ocean simultaneously sensing the pull of the moon.

To these mindless ghosts, Yun Yi's existence is the absolute, unique, and unquestionable core—like gravity to a planet, irresistible.

Yun Yi opened his eyes.

He stood up.

As he stood up, the gray mist of the entire underground space surged toward him, as if countless fine threads were gathered into an invisible needle tip.

The mist surged, swirled, and condensed around him, eventually transforming into a robe.

A deeper, purer black robe.

The hem trailed behind her like a constantly churning, flowing gray-black mist, as if a miniature storm cloud had been draped over her shoulders.

He raised his hand and lightly tapped the air with his fingertips.

A water mirror appeared out of thin air, shimmering and reflecting his current appearance.

The person in the mirror still has his face, but the details are completely different.

Her skin was paler than before she was born, like porcelain bathed in moonlight, with an unhealthy yet exquisite luster.

His pupils turned silver-gray, with a very thin golden halo around the edge of his iris, glowing faintly in the dark, like the sliver of light that refuses to go out at the edge of the moon during a solar eclipse.

The black hair was a bit longer than before, reaching down to the shoulder blades. The ends of the hair constantly dissipated into fine mist, which would drift away a short distance before disappearing into the air, and then new mist would grow from the cut ends.

She appeared slightly thinner than when she was alive.

He examined himself in the mirror for a moment, and a thought suddenly occurred to him, and a stream of information naturally flowed into his mind.

[Mythological Entry: Metamorphosis of the Netherworld and the Return of All Deaths to the Dao - Metamorphosis Completed]

[Current Rank: Netherworld Overlord]

[Path of Transformation: Mortal Body Perishes, Ghostly Origin (First Stage of Netherworld Demise)]

[Form Change: Abandoning the flesh and blood of mortals, transforming into the innate ghost body of the ruler of the underworld.]

It retains its appearance and complete consciousness, surrounded by a faint black mist.

Immunity is protected against mundane attacks such as hunger, thirst, injury, and disease; the soul is protected against spiritual erosion such as soul-searching, possession, and curses.

It has absolute control over all Yin energy within its domain.

While being immune to death, it also gains corresponding strength based on the scope of its domain.

Each time a Yin Ghost is devoured, a true death is gained. The user can unconditionally read and manipulate the consciousness and thoughts of all Yin Ghosts, and can restore the memories of any Yin Ghost from its previous life at any time.

[Current Transformation Stage: First Stage]

[A total of six deaths]

Yun Yi read the information on the panel word by word, his gaze falling on the last sentence.

First level.

"First Death" is the name of this first transformation, while the description states that there are "six deaths in total".

His transformation has six stages, which are triggered by each death, and each stage's form and abilities will further evolve.

The current state is only the first level; there are five more levels to come.

Ok?

wrong.

His brow twitched slightly.

Each time a Yin Ghost is devoured, one gains a true death?

His goal is to perish, but how should he die?

What is meant by "immune death"?

Yun Yi remained silent for a moment, then simply stopped thinking about it.

That's it.

Let's talk about it when someone can kill me someday.

Given the current performance of this entry, it's practically impossible for it to fail.