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

A massive, grayish-white barrier, so large it blotted out the entire sky, suddenly unfolded, centered on Youdu City.

The edges of the barrier curled upwards, like a giant hand slowly closing, trying to grasp the two detached wills back into its palm.

The barrier touched the golden specks of light that were drifting towards the sky—the specks of light suddenly slowed down, as if they were trapped in viscous amber, struggling and trembling but unable to advance any further.

The barrier also touched the evaporating green mist of the Flesh-Eccentric Evil God.

The mist was forced to recondense within the barrier, as if pressed down by an invisible hand, rolling and contracting back.

But an evil god is still an evil god.

After a brief pause, God's golden light spontaneously combusted without warning.

Without hesitation or lingering attachment, those points of light carrying the remnants of faith in this world exploded into billions of tiny golden rays in the same instant, and then quickly dimmed—He chose to directly abandon the remaining faith in this world.

The Flesh-Induced Evil God adopted the same strategy, even more arbitrarily.

After all, this world has no faith in it, so abandoning it is all the more convenient.

The green mist shuddered suddenly, then disintegrated on its own, transforming into countless tiny green rays that vanished into the gray-white barrier.

Yun Yi watched as the two evil gods abandoned this world without hesitation, but did not give chase.

"They run pretty fast."

He muttered something to himself.

His gaze shifted from the horizon to the True Bishops' Shadows still kneeling on the ground.

Hundreds of thousands of Christian believers knelt on the ruins, looking up at the fading golden light in the sky.

Their prayers ceased, their holy light vanished, and their God departed without even glancing down at them.

The cardinal kneeling at the front maintained the posture of stretching his arms towards the sky.

His pale gray lips were slightly parted, like a frozen statue.

His eyes flickered with eerie green flames, devoid of anger or sorrow, only a blankness—like a machine desperately processing contradictory information, all logical circuits burned out, leaving only a buzzing, empty whirring sound.

The hundreds of thousands of ghosts behind him were all in similar condition.

Their Lord has abandoned them.

Yun Yi stood on the city wall, looking down at these abandoned souls.

His voice wasn't loud, but every word clearly reached the senses of every ghost.

"Your God has departed."

"Your holy son has sacrificed you."

"The Holy Light you have believed in your whole life did not guide you anywhere at the last moment."

He paused, his tone as flat as if stating a perfectly ordinary fact.

"Whom are you kneeling before, still kneeling?"

No one answered.

The cardinal's lips moved, but no sound came out.

He slowly lowered his hands, which were raised to the sky, his movements stiff as a rusty machine.

One by one, the followers behind him lowered their arms, the eerie green flames flickering uneasily in their eye sockets like candles flickering in the wind.

Yun Yi didn't look at them again.

He turned around and faced the martial arts ghosts that were slowly gathering in Youdu City.

Tieshan, Zhao Mang, Qin Lie, along with the twenty-one sixth-level martial artists, seven thousand fifth-level martial artists, and fifteen thousand fourth-level martial artists—they all stood on the plaza below the city wall, looking up at him.

These people also had eerie green flames flickering in their eye sockets, but their flames were completely different from those of the True Bishop's ghosts.

Their flames were steady and bright, carrying an inexplicable sense of belonging, like rows of lights that never go out.

"It's good that everyone is alive."

Tieshan grinned.

When he laughed, the scars on his face twisted, making his already fierce face even more hideous and terrifying. "It's just a little strange—not being able to breathe anymore makes me feel like I've forgotten something I haven't done."

Yun Yi nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to the True Bishop Shadow Ghosts that were slowly gathering around the square.

The warriors of Youdu and the followers of the True Bishop, these two factions fought to the death while alive, but after death they became the same thing.

However, the warriors of Youdu seem to have accepted their new identities, while the followers of the True Bishop are still trembling in the aftershocks of their faith collapse.

"The True Bishop's men," Yun Yi spoke, his voice not loud, but every word clearly reached the perception of each Yin Ghost, "You have two choices."

A million true bishops and ghosts raised their heads simultaneously.

"First, I will devour them and transform them into my power."

Upon hearing this, the True Bishop's Shadow Demon clearly became agitated.

Several people with wavering faith immediately jumped out.

"I choose option two! I choose option two!"

"Lord Ghost Emperor! I was once blinded by that evil god, True God, but now I have felt your radiance, and I truly wish to become a member of Youdu!"

"Yes, yes, that's what I think too. Please accept my offer, Your Majesty the Ghost Emperor!"

As these individuals stepped forward, more and more Christian Christians rushed to express their views.

Those with unwavering faith did not hesitate to hurl insults at these people.

"Traitor! Heretic! Those who betray the Holy Light will be judged!"

"Shameless! You betrayed the Holy Light with just a threat? I'd rather die than change my faith!"

The person being insulted also fought back without backing down.

"How can this be considered betrayal? It was clearly God who betrayed us first! The Holy Son sacrificed us, and then God abandoned us. Isn't it a wise choice for us to follow Lord Ghost Emperor now?"

"You, you...you're unreasonable!"

Yun Yi looked at the True Bishop believers arguing below and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Second," his voice boomed, drowning out all the noise, "is now to be devoured by me, to become my power."

The square fell silent instantly.

A deathly silence.

Especially those True Bishops who had just jumped out and chosen betrayal, choosing "second place," were frozen in place, staring wide-eyed in disbelief.

Yun Yi's voice rang out again, unhurriedly:

"I have resurrected you only so that you may serve as witnesses and be the audience for my performance."

"I never said I would let my enemies go."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and aimed them at the million true bishop ghosts.

In the palm of his hand, a tiny grayish-white vortex began to form.

The vortex spun faster and faster, and the yin energy at its edge was stretched into fine threads. These threads coiled and intertwined in the air, rapidly expanding into a huge vortex several meters in diameter.

The Yin energy of those kneeling ghosts was drawn from their bodies by an invisible force, turning into fine, grayish-white threads that flowed towards the center of the vortex.

The scene of millions of Yin spirits having their Yin energy simultaneously drained was extremely spectacular.

Countless fine, grayish-white threads were peeled from the surface of each ghost's body, weaving in the air into a giant net that covered the entire square.

At the center of the giant net was the black vortex in Yun Yi's palm.

With each wisp of yin energy it devours, the vortex grows larger; with each larger vortex, its suction becomes stronger; and this stronger suction draws even more yin energy from the bodies of more distant yin spirits.

The ghosts began to scream in agony.

But their mouths were sealed shut, so they could only let out silent roars in their minds.

Some people were begging for mercy in their minds, some were cursing, some were calling out the name of God, and some were repeatedly reciting scriptures in the holy book until the very end—as if those scriptures could become a shield to block the vortex that was swallowing them up.

Yun Yi ignored these voices.

He even found it a bit noisy, and with a thought, he directly muted the consciousness channels of the millions of Yin ghosts.