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

Upon hearing this, Yun Yi's brows relaxed slightly.

After hearing Mu Baiwei's explanation, the members of the Dark Technology Society looked even more terrified, but none of them dared to utter a sound.

These five years as ghosts allowed them to gradually integrate into the order of Youdu. The more they integrated, the clearer they became about just how terrifying the Ghost Emperor truly was.

The discovery that the aura of the original sin god had been lurking within him was like a bolt from the blue.

They could only kneel there, trembling, awaiting their fate.

Yun Yi nodded: "Now that we have the coordinates, let's set our first target on the World of Original Sin."

Mu Baiwei nodded and turned to face the members of the Dark Technology Society.

She raised her hands, her ten fingers tracing intricate and mysterious paths in the air, silver-gray light pouring out from her fingertips, weaving a huge, constantly rotating sacrificial array in the air.

The edge of the magic circle was covered with concentric rings of fine silver-gray runes, each of which emitted a deep hum. The humming sounds converged in layers, forming a multi-layered harmony that sent chills down one's spine.

"Using your remnant souls as the guide, and the aura of original sin as the key—" Mu Baiwei's voice echoed within the magic circle, carrying an inviolable majesty, "Reverse tracking, lock coordinates, activate!"

A silver-gray beam of light suddenly shot out from the center of the magic circle, piercing precisely between the eyebrows of each member of the Dark Technology Society.

The dark red mist within their bodies was forcibly extracted, flowing upstream along the beam of light and converging at the center of the magic circle.

The wisps of mist swirled, intertwined, and merged at the center, eventually coalescing into a dark red sphere the size of a fist.

Inside the sphere of light, countless tiny runes could be faintly seen flowing endlessly—the coordinates of the world of original sin.

Mu Baiwei suddenly pulled her hands outwards.

The dark red orb exploded with a roar, tearing a huge spatial rift in the sky above Youdu.

The crack was a hundred feet high and about thirty feet wide, with eerie dark red flames burning along its edges.

The flame had no temperature, but it emitted a restless energy that unsettled the mind, seeping continuously from the cracks—it could amplify the various desires hidden deep within a person's heart.

On the other side of the crack, a gloomy world shrouded in a dark red sky can be vaguely seen.

That is the world of original sin.

Yun Yi gazed at the crack, a slight smile curving his lips.

He raised his right hand, and two billion Yin Ghosts, one hundred million Necromancers, and one million Xilings appeared behind him in the instant they received the command.

The entire city of Youdu was instantly submerged by an endless gray-green ocean.

Countless ghostly green flames lit up in the mist, silent yet powerful enough to crush the minds of anyone who looked directly at them.

However, just as Yun Yi was about to give the order to attack, the spatial rift suddenly trembled violently.

On the other side of the rift, something was rushing wildly from the world of original sin. It was moving at incredible speed.

The next second, a figure stumbled and fell out of the crack.

He was a boy of about fifteen years old, wearing a tattered dark brown leather armor, looking extremely disheveled.

Most of his hair was singed, sticking out unevenly on his head, and his face was covered with soot and blood.

He instinctively rolled over the moment he fell out of the crevice, his breathing clearly unsteady.

The moment he raised his head, a pair of bloodshot eyes swept rapidly across the scene before him—the surging dark mist, the army of ghosts that blotted out the sky, the eerie green will-o'-the-wisps, and the boy in black robes standing on the city wall.

He was stunned.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, he almost instinctively shrank back and then ran wildly into the distance without looking back.

He was incredibly fast; each time he stepped into the void, a small ball of dark red flame would burst out, propelling his body at a speed far beyond reason as he sped towards the outskirts of Youdu City.

Yun Yi frowned slightly as he watched the fleeing figure run away.

But he did not intervene.

Because Mu Baiwei has already made a move.

At the same time, from the other end of the crack, came an aura that Yun Yi was very familiar with.

The aura of an evil god.

It has the exact same aura as when Allah descended and the evil god of flesh descended five years ago.

The only difference is that this time the aura is more intense, more violent, and more... aggressive.

A dark red beam of light shot out from the spatial rift, its diameter even larger than the rift itself, forcefully creating countless fine cracks along the rift's edge.

A beam of light descended from the sky and crashed outside Youdu City, exploding into a visible dark red shockwave the moment it hit the ground.

Wherever the shockwave passed, the rocks turned to dust, and tens of thousands of Yin ghosts that couldn't dodge in time were instantly annihilated.

Yun Yi raised his eyelids, glanced at the boy who had been trampled under Mu Baiwei's feet, and then glanced at the dark red pillar of light surging from the crack.

He immediately understood.

The boy who escaped is most likely an authorized user.

This sacrificial pillar of light that summons the original sin god was created by another hunter—the hunter sacrificed himself to summon the will of the original sin god into his own body.

The method used by Shen Ye to summon the true god was exactly the same as it was five years ago.

He was familiar with this scene.

Five years ago, he stood in a similar position, watching Shen Ye sacrifice himself to God, and then God descended.

History always repeats itself, except this time, he is no longer the one forced to fight.

The dark red beam of light slowly receded, revealing the figure within.

The body still resembled that of a fifteen-year-old boy, but it could no longer be called "human".

His body swelled to nearly two meters tall, and his skin was covered with dense, dark red cracks, from which flowed a blazing dark red light, like magma surging in a crack in the earth's crust.

His eyes had turned completely dark red, with vertical pupils, cold and tyrannical, just like the golden vertical pupils that the True Lord had when he possessed Shen Ye five years ago.

His hair turned into burning dark red flames, surging endlessly on his head, each pulse creating ripples of dark red energy in the surrounding air.

The evil god of original sin has descended.

Those dark red vertical pupils swept across the scene before them—the surging nether fog, the boundless army of ghosts, the eerie green will-o'-the-wisps, and the boy standing on the city wall, his black robes fluttering in the wind.

It was clearly taken aback for a moment.

But immediately afterward, its gaze was fixed on Yun Yi.

A fierce, undisguised hatred suddenly ignited in those dark red vertical pupils.

The evil god recognized Yun Yi.

Or rather, it was the hunter within the will of the evil god, which had not yet been completely devoured, that recognized Yun Yi.

The hunter's consciousness was still struggling—the fifteen-year-old reincarnator's willpower was far superior to that of the ten-year-old Shen Ye. Even while being corrupted by the evil god, he was still able to maintain his self-awareness for a longer period of time.

Through the vertical pupils of the God of Original Sin, the remaining consciousness saw the face that was etched into his very being.

He recalled the humiliation of being forced to bow his head in the Hall of Reincarnation fifteen years ago, the indifferent gaze from the high platform that looked down on him like an ant, and the unforgettable shame of being forced to kneel.

Then, his will roared madly in the ear of the God of Original Sin—

Kill him.

kill him!

Kill him!!!