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

The atmosphere on the city wall suddenly froze.

The little girl fell silent.

Return crystals cannot be used.

That thing has a delay—a very short one, but in a standoff of this magnitude, that delay is the difference between life and death.

She certainly has many cards up her sleeve.

But no matter how many there are, it all depends on who the opponent is.

She raised her head, her gaze passing over the city wall, looking towards the boundless gray-white wasteland outside Youdu City.

On the wasteland, countless gray-black figures stood densely packed together.

That was Yun Yi's army of Yin ghosts.

But compared to seven days ago, it is no longer the same army.

Seven days ago, his army of ghosts was mainly composed of ordinary ghosts—grayish-white humanoid shadows with blurred features and weak yin energy.

Their individual combat strength is pitifully weak; their only advantages are their numbers and resurrection ability. Their individual strength is negligible.

What stands on the wasteland now can no longer be called a "ghost".

Each one possesses a clear outline that allows one to recognize its appearance in life: grayish-black skin, jagged bones, a mouth split to the roots of its ears, and dark red light cores burning in its eye sockets.

Each one's aura was many times stronger than it had been seven days ago.

This means that even the lowest-ranking member of this army has reached the Yin God level.

Of course, the girl understood the supernatural system.

She knew very well what the Yin God rank meant—it was a top-tier combat power that even old monsters who specialized in the path of ghosts and gods might not be able to condense.

In other systems of spirits and deities, the Yin spirit is the ultimate goal.

Here, the Yin spirit is merely the starting point.

Because she saw things further away.

Even now that she is also a ghost, she still can't see clearly what it is.

A higher rank than Yin Shen (陰神).

The database of ghost and spirit systems she knew contained records of: formless and soundless, inaudible and undetectable, a strange existence that could not be seen, heard, or even perceived.

Something that is said to be above the rank of the Yin Gods.

Even though she wasn't a specialist in the supernatural system, she knew how terrifying this thing was.

Even within the system of ghosts and gods, this is a legendary existence.

But now, there are at least tens of thousands of them here, undergoing metamorphosis.

Is it open yet?

Even if Yun Yi were to say now that he is the founder of the ghost and god system, she would believe it without a doubt.

Faced with such an existence, are her remaining trump cards still effective?

And then there's the amusement park—if you're going to send a new couple here, then do it properly. What's the point of sending this thing?

With that thought in mind, the girl resigned herself to her fate.

The plump white worm beside him also suddenly went limp.

The choice has been made.

Yun Yi looked at the large white worm in his hand, which had completely given up struggling and lay limp in the cage of yin energy, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

"A wise choice."

As soon as he finished speaking, his five fingers suddenly tightened.

The grayish-white cage of yin energy suddenly squeezed inward.

The plump white worm didn't even have time to utter a squeak before it was crushed into a cloud of blood mist.

The blood mist lingered in the air for about three breaths.

Then, a new ghostly figure began to coalesce.

A dark gray light burst forth from the fog.

The little girl in the black dress reappeared in the same spot.

Unlike the previous clones.

This time, her body no longer had a translucent texture, but was as solid as a living person—her skin was so white it glowed, and her long black hair hung down to her waist.

Beneath her bangs, her eyes slowly opened, and the depths of her pupils were no longer pure black, but rather a very thin silver-gray halo.

The fusion of the main body and the clone was completed in the same instant.

The clone standing on the city wall transformed into a beam of black light and shot into the center of the main body's brow.

The moment the two merged into one, an extremely intricate silver-gray pattern appeared on the little girl's body, flowing along her meridians—spreading from her brow to her neck, from her neck to her limbs, and finally converging on the backs of her hands, forming two symmetrical rune marks resembling open eyes.

The mark lit up for a moment, then slowly disappeared beneath the skin, as if it had never existed.

The little girl looked down at her hands, turned them over to look at her palms, and then turned them back to look at the back of her hands.

Then she raised her head and looked at Yun Yi with an extremely complicated expression.

"Level 4 access user, Mu Baiwei." Yun Yi read her name, a hint of amusement in his voice. "How are you feeling now?"

"How does it feel?" Mu Baiwei moved her fingers and twisted her neck, as if getting used to this brand new body. "It feels like—I, a dignified Level 4 Authority user, am now working for you."

Yun Yi did not respond.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze passing over her shoulder and landing on another gray orb of light outside the walls of Youdu.

That ball of light was dimmer than Mu Baiwei's, and it condensed much slower.

It floated above the ruins, its grayish-white light flickering as if it hesitated to fully take shape.

Within the ball of light, the outline of a boy could be vaguely seen—a figure of about ten years old, with long golden hair, a tattered white holy son robe, and a face that was once so exquisitely beautiful that it seemed otherworldly, but was now as pale as paper.

And most importantly—those eyes, those brilliant golden vertical pupils.

Shen Ye.

The moment Yun Yi saw those vertical pupils, he understood why the other party was condensing them so slowly.

He had been wondering why a hunter could condense slower than an authorized user.

But if the other party has acquired some of God's abilities, then it makes sense.

Indeed, at this moment, Shen Ye—after being offered as a sacrifice and enduring the will of the true god for seven days and seven nights—is, in a sense, already a true god avatar with the memories of a reincarnator.

Yun Yi walked down from the city wall.

He walked very slowly, each step seemingly landing on thin air. A thin layer of grayish-white mist automatically condensed beneath his feet, supporting his weight as if he were descending stairs, allowing him to walk step by step from the city wall into the ruins.

Mu Baiwei followed behind him, her hands behind her back, her face already showing her usual nonchalant expression.

Shen Ye knelt on the ruins.

He still maintained the posture he had when God abandoned him—his tattered white robe, his broken right arm, a huge hole in his chest punched through by the body of a god, and his left leg torn off below the knee, with pale golden light still seeping from the wound.

His body was trembling.

That was the uncontrollable trembling of the ghostly body when facing the king.

Yun Yi stopped in front of him.

Shen Ye did not look up.

He lowered his head, his long golden hair obscuring his face.

His severed right arm hung limply at his side, while his remaining left hand gripped the rubble beneath him so tightly that his knuckles seemed to crush his very soul.

"Should I call you Shen Ye now, or should I call you—God?" Yun Yi asked.

Shen Ye's shoulders trembled violently.

"Raise your head," Yun Yi said.

The body of a ghost cannot disobey the king's command.

Shen Ye raised his head.