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

The God of Original Sin abandoned his pursuit of the privileged youth and turned his vertical pupils toward Yun Yi.

Hatred and greed burned simultaneously in its eyes, and its dark red claws tore through the air, emitting a piercing shriek.

Yun Yi looked at the evil god who had turned to him, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Wow, they've delivered themselves to my doorstep before I've even made a move.

He raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread.

The power of two billion Yin ghosts' domain converged in his palm—within a domain range of two billion meters, the combined power of all Yin energy was compressed into his semi-transparent grayish-white palm.

How powerful is that force?

Even Yunyi himself didn't know.

Back then, a domain of tens of millions of meters was enough to make two evil gods flee in disarray; now, a domain of two billion meters is completely different.

The claws of the evil god of original sin have just been raised.

A huge grayish-white hand appeared out of thin air around it, and grabbed it, claw and all, into its palm.

The moment he was grabbed, the hatred on the evil god's face froze.

His expression visibly changed—from hatred to confusion, from confusion to shock, and from shock to terror.

It struggled desperately, and dark red light gushed from its body, trying to corrode the hand that was holding it.

But all resistance is like ants trying to shake a tree.

Where the hell did this powerful figure come from?

This thought emerged from the depths of the vertical pupil—not the hunter's thought, but the most instinctive reaction of the evil god.

It has descended upon countless worlds and seen countless beings of its kind, but it has no memory of this person at all.

Moreover, this strength is already no weaker than its original form.

Its true form never descends because its power is too great; it would directly destroy the world.

But how did this guy appear?

Yunyi didn't give it time to think.

Tighten your fingers.

boom.

The body of the original sin god was crushed in the gray-white palm, and its will let out a silent roar.

The hunter's remaining consciousness regained a moment of clarity at the last moment.

Through the crumbling will of the evil god, he saw Yun Yi's face—a calm, expressionless face, with no superfluous emotions in his silver-gray eyes.

There was no anger, no smugness, and he wasn't even considered a memorable opponent.

That look in his eyes was exactly the same as when he was in the Hall of Reincarnation.

It's like looking at a bunch of numbers, a string of data, a number that doesn't even deserve a name in a statistical report.

Then, consciousness completely vanished.

……

In the distance, the privileged youth, who was being trampled under Mu Baiwei's feet, was still struggling.

When he saw the God of Original Sin being crushed by that grayish-white giant hand, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Seeing that Yun Yi had already dealt with the evil god, Mu Baiwei was too lazy to get entangled with the boy any longer, so she grabbed him and took him back.

The boy tried to resist, but all his attacks were ineffective against Mu Baiwei—even powers that transcended the laws of this world were useless.

The boy was completely at a loss.

Of course, he didn't know that Mu Baiwei in front of him had evolved into Yi Yi.

When a person dies, they become a ghost; when a ghost dies, it becomes a ling; when a ling dies, it becomes a hope; and when a hope dies, it becomes a yi.

After learning that she had become Yun Yi's ghost and was virtually immortal, Mu Baiwei embarked on a five-year-long path of endless self-destruction.

She went wherever danger lurked, even venturing beyond the world, triggering a violent upheaval of the laws of the void. She died and was reborn countless times amidst the infinite chaos of the laws of time and space, dying until she herself was forgotten, and even the chaotic laws forgot her.

The advantage is that she directly bypassed the Soul and the Spirit, and arrived at the Soul of the Witch.

Xiling is formless, soundless, and unheard.

Once you detach from your soul form, as long as you don't want to, no living being can detect your existence.

The spirit of Yi Po is invisible to the eye; the Great Dao is vast and boundless.

Completely freed from the constraints of physical form, one can traverse between the real and the virtual, ignoring the restrictions of laws.

If you are unwilling, even the world and the great laws will forget your existence.

When Mu Baiwei transformed into this form, she gasped in shock.

This form is somewhat defying the heavens.

Not to mention Yunyi, who gave her this form.

After realizing her new form, all her ulterior motives vanished completely.

The only downside is that there are no more new ways to die.

……

The boy was brought before Yun Yi.

Yun Yi looked down at him.

At the age of fifteen, he wore tattered leather armor, was covered in wounds, had his hair mostly burned off, and looked extremely tired.

These past few years have indeed been quite tough.

Mu Baiwei stepped on the boy's back, grinding her toes against his shoulder blades.

The boy groaned as half his face was pressed into the cold stone floor of Youdu City.

He was still struggling, his hands were bound behind his back with silver-gray chains of yin energy, and his legs were being pushed back by Mu Baiwei's knees, forcing him to kneel on the ground in an extremely humiliating position.

But he did not bow his head.

He gritted his teeth, tilted his head back, and stared intently at the person in black robes in front of him with bloodshot eyes.

This is the person.

A person who can crush the original sin god as easily as crushing an ant.

A person who can make millions of evil spirits bow down in submission.

The boy gritted his teeth, blood gushing from his mouth, and roared with the last breath in his chest, "Who are you? How can there be experts of your level in this world? With such strength, how could you still be here and not leave?"

His voice was hoarse and rapid, carrying a desperate madness that showed he was still unwilling to give up even when cornered.

Yun Yi looked down at him without answering.

A resolute glint flashed in the boy's eyes.

His lips moved silently.

That was his trump card—his innate divine power—that he had never used in countless near-death experiences.

Reversing fate and exchanging it.

Before becoming a reincarnator, the boy was born in a top-tier cultivation world.

There, he was a servant, an ant, and mud trampled underfoot by the direct descendants of the sect.

His spiritual roots were mixed and his talent was inferior. All his teachers and elders asserted that he had no hope of reaching the Foundation Establishment stage in this lifetime.

But he did not give up.

He spent ten years stripping away the impure spiritual roots, using stolen rare and precious materials to rebuild his meridians, and exchanging countless brushes with death for a slim chance.

In the twenty-sixth year, he finally resigned himself to his fate—no matter how hard he tried, he could never break through with his talent.

In the very year he gave up, he entered a secret realm known as the first forbidden place in the world.

Or perhaps it's because I've offended too many people over the years, leaving me no choice but to go in.

Since my heart is already dead, I have nothing left to hold me back.

He thought he was going to die, but unexpectedly he walked to the very center of the secret realm, swallowed a mysterious fruit, and gained an extremely powerful divine ability - the Reversal of Fate.

The principle is simple: select a person and exchange your destiny with them.

The other party's body, supernatural powers, and strength all belong to him; everything he owns belongs to the other party.

Irreversible, can only be used once in a lifetime.

He once used this supernatural power to exchange for the strongest genius in his world.

He enjoyed his moment of glory, but soon discovered that the so-called strongest prodigy was merely what he had imagined.

That prodigy's potential soon reached its limit, and he simply lacked the talent to surpass it.

Until the invitation from the Paradise of Reincarnation arrived.