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

This supernatural power will be refreshed in every world.

What's truly extraordinary is that even the predetermined fate and karma of the chosen one can be exchanged.

He has gotten to where he is today step by step because of this.

This is his last trump card.

I originally intended to keep it to exchange for an evil god, but now I have no choice but to use it.

But it's alright, this guy in front of me doesn't look any worse than the evil god, so at least I won't lose too much.

Reversing Fate, Activated.

A faint layer of dark red light appeared on the boy's body, traveling along his meridians, rising from his dantian to his chest, passing through his neck, passing through his brow, and finally converging at the top of his head into a fist-sized dark red rune.

The rune spun once, then exploded silently, transforming into thousands of fine, dark red threads that shot out in all directions.

The silk threads pierced through the grayish-white mist, through the ghostly lanterns spinning above Youdu City, through Mu Baiwei's foot stepping on his back, and all shot towards the figure in black robes on the city wall.

Yun Yi, standing on the city wall, looked down at the strange markings that had appeared on his chest. Before he could figure out what was going on, the exchange was complete.

The boy's vision blurred and spun.

One second he was being stepped on on the cold ground, the next he was standing on top of the city wall of Youdu City.

Beneath their feet lay a surging sea of ​​dark mist, and above them stretched a yin-yang canopy of ghostly green flames and golden holy fire.

He placed his hands on the edge of the bastion, his fingertips touching the cold stone, the texture so clear that he almost cried out.

Looking down—a translucent hand, with grayish-white mist flowing beneath the skin, a black robe billowing in the wind, and fine mist constantly escaping from the hem.

This is the body of that powerful individual.

The boy took a deep breath—he didn't need to breathe, but the action made him feel good—and then let his consciousness sink into the new body.

He was stunned.

The three great supernatural powers: divine words, divine domain, and divine reversal.

A divine word, once spoken, becomes the truth.

Without the need for language, every thought, every word, and every minute fluctuation of consciousness automatically translates into instructions for modifying the rules of reality.

The realm of the gods is a space governed entirely by their will, centered on themselves, where everything must abide by their rules.

God's reversal refers to anything that God does not allow to happen.

The three great supernatural powers are all at the top level of the immortal cultivation system. Any one of them would be enough to make the old monsters in the cultivation world fight tooth and nail for it.

And he actually had three at the same time.

Then he perceived more.

Before its death, this body had condensed into an extremely terrifying divine and demonic form. Even after death and transformation into a soul, it still exists within the soul realm.

Then, he sensed the core of this body—the ghost body.

It wasn't an ordinary ghost, nor was it one of those grayish-white spirits that drifted around on the battlefield; it was an existence he couldn't comprehend at all.

He tried to scan the ghost's rank with his divine sense, but his divine sense was like a stone sinking into the sea, without even the slightest feedback.

He could sense that the rank contained within this ghostly body surpassed that of the highest-ranking being known as the "Yin God" in the ghost and god system.

But he couldn't recall the name, because the system of ghosts and gods he knew had no record of a higher rank than the Yin God.

"Hehe...hehehe..."

The boy chuckled softly, the laughter gradually rising in pitch until it became an almost manic roar.

He tilted his head back, his black robes fluttering in the mist, and his silver-gray pupils gleaming with ecstatic light.

That's incredible, absolutely incredible.

This body is in no way inferior to the chosen one of the minor worlds, and may even far surpass him.

The only problem is that the development period is a bit short, but even so, it is already so amazing.

With the body of a god or demon, the three great divine powers of heaven and earth, and absolute command of the hundreds of millions of ghostly armies outside the city—this is the strength to sweep across a world.

No wonder that evil god's clone was crushed with a single slap.

He can be replaced, that's fine too.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

He withdrew his gaze and looked down at the area below the city wall.

There, a boy wearing tattered dark brown leather armor was being trampled under Mu Baiwei's feet.

That face was incredibly familiar—it was the body he had before the swap.

At this moment, the body was looking around with a confused expression, its lips slightly parted, as if it wanted to say something but didn't know what to say.

The boy looked at the familiar body and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Now, he is their leader.

He possessed everything the other party had—strength, army, domain, supernatural powers, and the woman who had just trampled him underfoot.

Even though she had just stepped on him, it didn't matter; she was now his subordinate.

Disobedient subordinates can be crushed.

The first thing to do was to execute the old body that still retained his original consciousness.

To avoid any unforeseen complications, and to prevent the "he" trapped in the old shell from finding an opportunity to retaliate.

After all, he didn't inherit the memories—what he exchanged was precisely the memories.

Although he didn't know how the other party had built this ghostly legion or how they possessed such terrifying cultivation, he didn't need to know.

He only needs to enjoy this power, and then use his wisdom and strategic planning to maximize it, finding and crushing those hunters who once treated him as prey.

He raised his hand, pointed at the boy below the city wall, and spoke in a commanding tone:

"You, execute him immediately."

Mu Baiwei stood below the city wall, one foot still on the boy's back.

She heard the order but did not move.

She simply raised her head and looked at "Yun Yi" who was giving orders on the city wall, a hint of amusement flashing in her dark eyes.

Then she laughed, the corners of her mouth turning up to reveal two small tiger teeth, her tone carrying an extremely obvious sarcastic tone:

"You think you can just execute someone like that? Who do you think you are?"

The boy frowned.

He looked down at his hands—a translucent grayish-white spirit, dressed in black robes, surrounded by swirling nether mist.

Everything was exactly the same as what Yun Yi had just done.

He looked up again at the army of ghosts outside the city—they were still waiting in place, the ghosts were still in an attack posture, and the Netherworld Ghost City was still in operation.

Everything seems normal.

But why did this woman dare to disobey orders?

The boy's mind raced, but his face remained impassive as he prepared to say something to maintain his authority.

Then he heard applause.

*Slap.* *Slap.* *Slap.*

Three times.

It was very light and slow, with a leisurely and unhurried rhythm.

It's like sitting in the audience and watching a wonderful show, expressing heartfelt admiration.

The boy turned his head sharply in the direction of the sound.

On the other side of the city wall, in the swirling mist, a figure leaned against the battlement.

The man's hands were still clapping, his posture relaxed, as if he had been watching there for a long time.

The boy's pupils suddenly contracted.

That face was exactly the same as the face of his current body.

Yun Yi lowered his hand, and a hint of expression finally appeared in his eyes.

It wasn't anger, nor was it murderous intent, but rather a faint, condescending—amused feeling.

He tilted his head slightly, his voice as calm as if stating a fact.

"Are my things any good?"