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

Mu Baiwei withdrew her foot from the back of the fake "Yun Yi" and turned to face the boy who walked out of the void, kneeling down on one knee.

The movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

His demeanor on the city wall, when he spoke sarcastically to the fake Yunyi, was completely different.

"Welcome, Lord of the Underworld."

She lowered her head, all the playfulness and nonchalance in her voice vanished, leaving only pure awe.

Tieshan, Zhao Mang, Qin Lie, all the Youdu warriors on the city wall, the Yin ghosts arrayed in the square, and the two billion Necromancers army on the wasteland outside the city—all knelt down on one knee at the same instant.

All the yin energy receded at the same moment, the eerie green flames subsided at the same moment, and the ghostly lanterns of the entire Youdu City went dark in an instant.

It was as if the entire city was bowing down to its true master.

"Welcome, Lord of the Underworld!"

More than 20,000 voices converged, and two billion souls outside the city simultaneously let out low growls.

The sound waves rolled across the sky above Youdu City, causing the surrounding spatial walls to tremble slightly.

The fake Yunyi on the city wall suddenly turned pale, his face turning ashen.

He looked down at himself, then looked up at the real Yun Yi who had emerged from the void, then at the martial arts ghosts kneeling on the ground beside him, and finally fixed his gaze on Mu Baiwei.

She knelt on one knee, her posture impeccably respectful.

He finally understood.

He switched the wrong person.

This is not the original.

This is just a mere clone.

The supernatural power of his clone made him think he could sweep away everything; the level of his clone made it impossible for him to see through its true strength.

But this is just a clone.

How strong must the true Lord of the Underworld be—the dark-gold-eyed youth who emerged from the void and whose body showed no signs of energy fluctuation?

The fake Yunyi stood frozen in place.

But he did not completely despair.

He took a deep breath and re-immersed his consciousness into this clone, once again sensing the three great divine powers within his body and the sleeping divine and demonic body, as well as the two billion Yin ghosts still waiting outside the city.

Yes, he did indeed target the wrong person.

But the strength of this clone is truly in his hands.

He did not use the three great divine powers of heaven and earth, his divine and demonic body, or his own trump card as an authority holder.

Even if they can't defeat the real Yun Yi in a real fight, there's still a chance of escaping.

Moreover, the strength of this clone may not be much weaker than that of the original.

He also has—

His thoughts came to an abrupt halt at that moment.

Because his knees bent uncontrollably.

His knee slammed onto the cold stone slabs of Youdu with a dull thud.

He knelt down.

He tried desperately to stand up, but his legs wouldn't obey him at all.

His hands were also placed uncontrollably on his thighs, his fingers together, his posture as upright as a servant who had been trained countless times.

His back bent down automatically, his head drooped down automatically, every movement was completely contrary to his will.

He became a puppet controlled by an unseen hand.

His eyes widened, his pupils filled with disbelief and fear.

He struggled desperately, trying to regain control of his body, but it was no use—every joint, every muscle, and every wisp of yin energy in this clone was out of his control.

He tried to speak, but his lips remained motionless.

He wanted to use his trump card to escape, but the moment the thought arose, it was instantly rejected by some force, as if he was not even worthy of having such a thought.

He became a prisoner within this body.

He was conscious and had all his senses intact, but he couldn't even lift a finger.

The real Yun Yi descended from the void.

Each step felt like walking on air, with no condensed mist or light beneath one's feet; the air itself automatically condensed into an invisible staircase.

He walked up to the kneeling fake Yunyi, lowered his eyes, and calmly looked at the face that was exactly the same as his own with his dark golden Tai Chi pupils.

"Reversing Fate to Exchange." Yun Yi uttered the name of this divine ability, a hint of amusement in his tone, "A very good divine ability."

"It can only be used once in a lifetime, forcibly exchanging one's own destiny with that of another, ignoring the difference in cultivation level."

He paused, as if mentioning it casually.

"Am I right, Level 3 access user, Liu San?"

Liu San—the privileged youth trapped in the fake Yun Yi's body—his pupils suddenly contracted.

How is that possible?

He has never said his name, so how did this person know?

Even the effects of the supernatural powers were described in perfect detail.

That's impossible.

Yun Yi raised his right hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

Fake Yunyi shuddered violently.

The shackles that bound his consciousness loosened a crack.

His lips can move again.

But his body remained kneeling on the ground, out of control.

Yun Yi withdrew his hand, put it behind his back, and looked down at the boy kneeling in front of him.

His dark golden pupils were calm as still water, and his tone was as if he were dealing with a trivial matter.

"I won't kill you. You know that in your heart."

"You exchanged your innate divine power for my clone, so your destiny now belongs entirely to me."

"The power and strength of this clone are so great that it would be a pity to kill it."

"I am planning to conquer the world of original sin and need a few generals."

"Since you are an authority holder, you can't be too bad. You're just right for that world of original sin."

He looked into the boy's eyes and delivered his final verdict.

"Since you have already given your life to me, then serve me, be the vanguard of the army, and expand my territory."

"Perfect timing, you can also get revenge for being hunted down by the Cult of Original Sin for ten years in the world of Original Sin."

After saying that, Yun Yi snapped his fingers again.

Liu San's stiff body trembled suddenly, and his knees, which were kneeling on the ground, once again felt the coldness of the stone slab.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the "clone" on the city wall who had swapped bodies with him.

He accepted his fate.

"Liu San is willing to serve the Lord of the Underworld."

Yun Yi didn't look at him much, turned around, and faced the spatial rift that was still burning with dark red flames.

On the other side of the rift, the sky of the world of original sin was still dark red like blood, and the aura of the evil god of original sin continued to seep in. However, after what had just happened, the eerie energy that had been unsettling now seemed weak and futile.

He raised his right hand and pointed to the crack.

"Set off for war."

The war ended faster than anyone expected.

The moment Yun Yi's true form stepped into the world of original sin, the Netherworld Domain, covering an area of ​​two billion meters, spread out in all directions from the point of impact of the spatial rift, like an invisible giant net.

The sky above the world of original sin is dark red, and the air is filled with the aura of original sin, which amplifies the seven emotions and six desires. The earth is dotted with churches and gathering places of believers of the original sin cult, and seven huge dark red temples float in the sky—the temples of the seven deadly sins: pride, envy, wrath, sloth, greed, gluttony, and lust.

Each hall exudes a power of law that can distort the minds of ordinary cultivators. Together, the seven halls form the foundation of the laws of this world: the Seven Deadly Sins.