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

The million Yin ghosts were completely refined within thirty breaths.

Yun Yi clenched his fist, feeling the power surging within his body.

The million True Bishop Yin Ghosts actually boosted his current strength the moment they were devoured.

He immediately understood—devouring the Yin Ghost not only grants a real death, but also amplifies its power.

This discovery made Yun Yi's lips curl into a slight smile.

The followers of the True Bishop mostly rely on the Holy Light, plus they receive too many injections of drugs, so the quality of their individual members is not very strong.

But with a million deaths, plus seven days and seven nights of continuous deaths, that's equivalent to a million souls.

Having absorbed everything, his strength has increased by at least 30%.

Even the scope of the domain has expanded by 30%.

The warriors of Youdu stood on the other side of the plaza and witnessed everything from beginning to end.

Tieshan crossed his arms, looked at the spot where the million Yin Ghosts had vanished, and clicked his tongue:

"Hmph! Good riddance to those bastards of the True Bishop! Good riddance to our leader! Good riddance indeed!"

Zhao Mang rolled his eyes from the side: "You're doing it again."

He said that, but his eyes were glued to Yun Yi's right hand, which had just devoured a million True Bishops. "That move looks cool. I wonder if the boss will teach it to me."

Just then, two strange gray lights appeared almost simultaneously on two ruins at the edge of the Youdu battlefield.

Two beams of light, one on the left and one on the right, were separated by dozens of miles, but they lit up at the same time, as if they were two ghostly lamps lit at the same time by the same unseen hand.

The light was not dazzling, but its color was different from the light emanating from all the other ghosts on the battlefield.

These two beams of light were clearly deeper.

Two beams of light began to coalesce and take shape.

The process is much longer than with other ghosts.

The beam of light on the left was the first to condense.

A little girl in a black dress walked out of the ball of light.

Her skirt swayed gently at her ankles, her long black hair fell to her waist, and a pair of black eyes under her bangs blinked twice before suddenly widening.

She looked down at her hands—skin that was translucent and had a faint gray sheen, through which she could see the rubble and ashes behind her.

"I... I'm dead? How is that possible? With so many life-saving tricks up my sleeve, how could none of them have worked?"

She muttered something to herself, then looked up.

Her gaze swept over the dense horde of ghosts on the battlefield, over the slowly rebuilding walls of Youdu, and over the grayish-white mist still drifting in the air, finally landing on the boy in black robes atop the walls.

Yun Yi was also looking at her.

"Oh, a Level 4 access user." Yun Yi's voice rang out directly in her mind, carrying an undisguised hint of mockery. "Didn't expect an avatar to count as a person?"

The girl was taken aback by these words, and then blurted out:

"Wait, am I a clone? My original body isn't dead?"

Yun Yi looked at the little girl in the black dress who walked out of the gray light, and a slight, ambiguous smile appeared on his lips.

"Of course your original body didn't die." His voice rang directly in the little girl's consciousness. "I'm just quite curious—can your clone also transform into my ghost?"

At this point, Yun Yi looked up at the center of Youdu.

There was another figure gathering there, which made him even happier, because it meant that he had gained another great general.

The little girl paused for a moment.

Just a moment.

Then a look of relief flashed in her large, dark eyes—the original body wasn't dead, that was good.

As long as the original body is still alive, what does it matter if the clone dies once?

If all else fails, I can just make another one later.

She's a Level 4 user; what kind of storms hasn't she seen?

The death of a clone is nothing to worry about.

Her expression visibly returned to its arrogant nature. She placed her hands on her hips, raised her chin slightly, and let her black ponytail sway behind her. She then began to speak:

"Hmph, you scared me! I thought I was really dead."

"Since my main body is alright, I won't keep you company any longer. Goodbye—"

She was halfway through her sentence when she noticed what Yun Yi was holding in his hand.

To be precise, it was a wisp of grayish-white mist that appeared out of thin air at the tiger's mouth of Yun Yi's right hand, and inside the mist was a plump white worm.

The white worm was about half a foot long, its body as white as jade, and its round body resembled a swollen silkworm. It had two pairs of transparent wings as thin as cicada wings on its back, and it was desperately flapping its wings, trying to break free from the mist's hold.

But those grayish-white threads of yin energy were tougher than any steel wire, and no matter how much it struggled, it remained unmoved.

The white worm raised its head, revealing a pair of small, black bean-like eyes filled with terror and disbelief.

The pair of black bean eyes met the little girl's eyes for a moment, and then both of them froze.

Yun Yi looked down at the white worm he was holding, then looked up at the little girl standing frozen on the city wall with her hands on her hips. His tone became even more teasing:

"I didn't expect your true form to be so cute—chubby and feels nice to the touch."

The arrogant expression on the little girl's face froze for several seconds, as if it had been frozen in place.

Then she suddenly took a step back, her big black eyes wide open, and pointed a finger at the white worm in Yun Yi's hand, her voice cracking:

"You...you...you...how did you find me?! I was hiding a million meters underground! A million meters! That place even had a triple cognitive interference barrier I set up! Even the Flesh-Destroying Evil God couldn't find me! How could you possibly—"

"Cognitive interference?" Yun Yi raised an eyebrow. "So the barrier you set up was a cognitive interference barrier. No wonder I didn't notice it."

As he spoke, he pinched the plump body of the white worm in his hand.

The white insect emitted a soft, trembling squeaking sound, and its pair of transparent wings flapped even faster. Several tiny scales fell from its wings, shimmering faintly in the air.

That big white worm was completely ruined.

"When did you find me?" The girl forced herself to calm down, but her voice still trembled slightly.

"It's not early," Yun Yi said. "We just discovered it."

"Oh, right, speaking of which, I have to thank you—after all, you're my ghost now, so your memories are naturally my memories too."

"Finding your true form through your memories is naturally not difficult."

"Otherwise, I might not be able to find your true form."

The girl froze instantly.

She never imagined that it would be because of this that she was exposed.

Yun Yi tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over her clone, then over the large white worm in his hand that was frantically flapping its wings, his tone carrying a deeper meaning:

"Instead of that, let's settle the score for bringing the Flesh-Eccentric Evil God here."

The little girl's expression froze.

"You're the one who brought that flesh-eating evil god here."

Yun Yi's tone remained calm, but there was a chilling coldness in it that sent shivers down one's spine: "Although I don't deny that I brought the Reincarnators, it was because of you that all my people died."

"How should this debt be settled?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dark mist on the city wall began to surge silently.

The surrounding air temperature dropped sharply, and a thin layer of grayish-white frost formed on the ground.

The little girl stood still.

Her lips were pressed into a thin line, and a hint of annoyance at being exposed flashed in her large, dark eyes, but it was quickly replaced by another, more complex emotion.

She paused for a few seconds, then spoke, her voice much lower than before, but her tone still retained its fearless edge:

"So what? You're going to kill me now?"

I'm giving you two choices.

Yun Yi held up two fingers. "First, those I kill will become my ghosts."

"I will grant you full sanity and immortality, and you will become a member of my Netherworld Kingdom, serving me forever."

"Second—" He paused, the white worm between his fingers wriggling uneasily, "You can try using the Return Crystal, or gamble on whether your trump card can save you from me."

Choose.