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

The seven-day, seven-night battle had etched an indelible fear into the hearts of these two evil gods—every time they killed him, he would return in a completely new form, stronger, more bizarre, and more despairing for the gods.

Kill once, transform once; transform once, become stronger once; become stronger once, and become even harder to kill; become even harder to kill, and have to use even stronger power; and stronger power will then give rise to the next even more unsolvable resurrection.

This is a closed loop with no solution.

God waited a long time, but the lava lake remained as still as death, without even a ripple.

Its molten gold vertical pupils contracted slightly with extreme caution.

It dared not let its guard down.

The previous resurrections occurred in intervals of only a few breaths.

It has learned a profound truth—nothing in this person is a given.

The flesh-epileptic evil god was also tense.

Countless fleshy tentacles curled up, wrapping themselves into an airtight defensive sphere. The dark green core throbbed rapidly in the center, probing every energy anomaly at the bottom of the lake in its own unique way.

Another long, deathly silence followed.

God finally descended slowly, controlling Shen Ye's broken body, with his left hand still intact, and his five fingers spread out towards the lava lake.

A highly condensed beam of holy light shot out like a probe, easily penetrating the thick magma and reaching the bottom of the lake.

The holy light touched only fragments of the "divine and demonic body".

They lay motionless at the bottom of the lake, their surfaces covered with fine cracks. There was no energy leakage, no sign of self-repair, and no tendency to aggregate or recombine.

Like a pile of completely scrapped parts, it can never be pieced back together to restore the once roaring machine.

Allah withdrew His holy light and silently shook His head at the mad god of flesh.

The two evil gods began to retreat simultaneously, slowly increasing the distance between themselves and this ominous place.

This seven-day, seven-night battle, while not physically or mentally devastating for them, was truly exhausting because their opponent was someone like Yun Yi, who defied all logic.

Allah raised his remaining left hand and began to extract his remaining will from Shen Ye's body, preparing to leave this tattered vessel and return to the void.

The tentacles of the flesh-evil god began to slowly retract, and the dark green core, wrapped in layers, quietly moved towards the area where the black tide was spreading.

Just then, a round of applause broke out.

Pop, pop, pop.

Only three times.

It was light and slow, with a leisurely, nonchalant rhythm.

The movements of God and the flesh-eating evil god froze instantly.

Allah suddenly bowed his head and looked toward the ruins of Youdu.

A phantom figure appeared there at some unknown time.

It was none other than the Yin Ghost Yun Yi.

The moment he saw Yun Yi reappear, a look that could be interpreted as "panic" flashed across Allah's unchanging vertical pupils for the first time.

The fleshy tentacles of the fleshy demon god exploded with a "boom," and its dark green core spun wildly, emitting a low-frequency hiss that was sharp to the point of crying—its closest reaction to fear.

Seeing the two evil gods filled with fear at his appearance, Yun Yi slowly curved a smile onto his lips.

Then, he took a step forward.

first step.

An invisible ripple spread through the void, and the dense, almost tangible, yin energy surged forth from beneath his feet like a raging tide.

Wherever it passed, shattered rocks, solidified lava, and scorched earth were swept away layer after layer by the shockwave—all the materials that made up the ruins were stained with bluish-gray, and then silently disintegrated, merging into that ever-expanding absolute nothingness.

With a single step, the ruins spanning a thousand miles vanished.

All that remains is a pure, dark place shrouded in yin energy.

The second step.

Yun Yi's figure solidified amidst the surging Yin energy, his black robes fluttering, and his silver-gray pupils calmly gazing ahead.

The yin energy beneath their feet suddenly surged, as if some enormous creature was rising from the deepest part of the earth.

Then, Youdu began to "grow".

This is neither restoration nor reconstruction, but rather something that is directly conceived from the yin energy.

The city wall rose from the surging darkness, solidifying as it climbed.

The liquid bluish-gray, in the instant it takes shape, outlines the texture of the city wall, the gaps between the bricks and stones, and even the outline of every rivet on the city gate.

The ghostly lamps on the wall ignited themselves the moment they took shape, their eerie green flames burning silently, one after another, stretching into the darkness into the distance, outlining the imposing skeleton of this ghost city.

third step.

Yun Yi stepped into Youdu and landed right in the center of the city's central square.

The yin energy beneath their feet dissipated, and a straight main road instantly appeared.

The houses on both sides condensed from the mist, first the foundations, then the walls, then the roofs, and finally the doors and windows.

Each building is not "built," but rather "cast" directly from an invisible mold.

One by one, wooden stakes rose from the ground in the training field, and the furnace in the workshop area ignited with a ghostly green flame the moment it was formed.

Step 4.

Yun Yi stood in the center of the square, and the last wisp of surging yin energy gathered at his feet and returned to silence.

Youdu was completed.

The entire city possesses a peculiar quality that lies between reality and illusion. Every brick and tile is meticulously detailed, yet it is shrouded in a thin layer of bluish-gray luster, as if draped in a light veil woven from a misty haze.

They are real, more real than any brick and stone building, because their very existence is a manifestation of the laws of the underworld.

Even if it is destroyed again, it will instantly regenerate within the area of ​​the domain.

This is an immortal ghost city formed from yin energy.

As Youdu was completed, countless gray-white wisps of mist emerged from the cracks in the stone slabs of the plaza, the brick seams of the city walls, and the flickering wicks of the ghostly lamps, and then began to condense and take shape.

His people should return.

During the great war, they died and came back to life, came back to life and died again.

Because this time all memories need to be returned, the resurrection process will take a little longer.

But it doesn't matter, as long as I can come back to life, that's all that matters.

The memories of the nearly 24,000 surviving warriors of Youdu were the first to be returned.

Tieshan's burly figure rose from the ruins of the north city wall. He looked down at his hands, then looked around blankly.

My previous memories were hazy and confused. I only vaguely knew that I had become a ghost created by the boss and had been in a state of constant death and rebirth.

Only at this moment, when all his memories returned in an instant, did he fully realize the truth.

In his view, Youdu City was rapidly recovering—the cracks in the city walls were closing automatically, the wreckage of buildings was being pieced back together, and even the ghostly lamps that had been shattered on the walls were lighting up again one by one.

"Did the boss bring us all back to life?" Tieshan murmured.

He looked down at his palm and could clearly see the rubble behind him through his palm.

"Is this what it feels like to be a ghost?"