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

Yun Yi stood atop the Netherworld Temple, the Netherworld Mist churning beneath his feet like a silent sea.

His gaze pierced through the dome, through the boundaries of the underworld, through one world after another that he trampled under his feet, and into the unknown depths of the endless void.

Just then, he sensed that five distinct auras were rapidly approaching from the void, heading straight for his Netherworld Temple.

Each aura was extremely powerful, far surpassing any of the evil god clones he had crushed in the past five years, and even more refined than the will of the original sin evil god that he had destroyed with a single palm strike five years ago.

But compared to himself, he is still far behind.

"They've finally arrived."

Yun Yi withdrew his gaze from the distance, a barely perceptible smile curving his lips.

A moment later, five figures appeared in the main hall at the same time.

Three men and two women.

Their auras were distinctly different—some wore armor interwoven with energy, with starlight flowing around them; some were wrapped in ethereal cloaks, their figures appearing and disappearing; and there was a woman whose body was wrapped in countless fine threads of fate, each thread like a fragment drawn from the river of time.

Yun Yi did not prepare a throne or any ceremonial regalia.

He simply stood alone in the center of the hall, hands behind his back, turned around, and calmly glanced at the five guests.

"Five authorized users." His voice wasn't loud, but every word carried a heavy weight into their ears. "What brings you to me?"

The tallest man among the five took a step forward.

He was clad in silver armor that shimmered with starlight, his face resolute. He nodded slightly to Yun Yi and got straight to the point:

"Lord of the Underworld, we five have come here presumptuously to seek an alliance with you."

"An alliance?"

"Yes, an alliance." The silver-armored man raised his head and looked directly into Yun Yi's eyes. "You should know our purpose in coming to this world—to kill the evil god and plunder points."

"Therefore, we would like to ask you to be the main force in the battle to slay the gods."

Yun Yi did not answer immediately.

He walked slowly through the hall with his hands behind his back, the hem of his robe trailing on the swirling misty ground, making a soft rustling sound.

A moment later, he stopped, turned around, and spoke with undisguised disdain:

"Oh, you guys?"

The silver-armored man frowned slightly, but showed no anger, and calmly replied:

"With our current strength, we are indeed no match for the true form of the evil god."

"But if you're included, we're at least 70% sure."

Yun Yi stared at him expressionlessly, his silver-gray pupils narrowing slightly: "Since you yourself said you can't beat them, why should I help you?"

The man in silver armor seemed to have anticipated this.

He took out a fist-sized crystal ball from his pocket. Inside the ball floated an extremely intricate star map, with countless tiny points of light flowing slowly in the sea of ​​stars, each point of light representing a world.

Deep within the star map, there are several coordinates marked in scarlet.

"Because we have the exact location of the evil god's true form."

He spoke calmly, yet with a firm confidence.

Yun Yi stopped in his tracks.

His gaze fell on the crystal ball, and deep within his dark golden pupils, the Tai Chi diagram began to slowly accelerate its rotation.

Over ten years of conquest, across hundreds of worlds, he destroyed no fewer than ten avatars of evil gods, and even once slapped the true form of an evil god so hard that it fled in panic.

But those are ultimately just clones or projections of will; none of them are the true original.

The true form of an evil god never descends upon any world easily; they hide in the deepest part of the endless void. The reason he constantly conquers worlds to accumulate power is not because he doesn't want to kill them, but because he can't find them.

"Give me this, and I'll agree to your terms."

Yun Yi's gaze swept over the five people, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

Although the silver-armored man frowned slightly under the scrutinizing gaze, he did not cause any trouble. He spread his fingers slightly, and the star map crystal ball floated up from his palm and slowly drifted towards Yun Yi.

The movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest intention of haggling.

Yun Yi took the crystal ball, probed it with his divine sense, and scanned the vast sea of ​​stars.

A moment later, he looked up again:

"Very good. When should we set the time?"

"Three months from now," the silver-armored man said. "We need time to assemble our forces and make final preparations for the battle."

"Can."

……

Three months passed in the blink of an eye.

The final battle took place in the depths of the endless void, a desolate land shrouded in an eternal dark red blood mist.

This void does not belong to any world; it is an independent space forcibly torn out of the void by an evil god, specifically used to hide the true body.

The outer edge of the void was covered with densely packed flesh and blood barriers, each layer containing a twisted will powerful enough to drive an ordinary cultivator mad instantly.

Yun Yi's army of Yin ghosts completely surrounded the void in just a few breaths.

Billions of grayish-white ghosts were densely arrayed in the void, their eerie green flames dancing in their eye sockets, converging into a boundless sea of ​​ghostly stars.

A billion souls lined up in formation at the forefront, their gray-black bodies appearing and disappearing in the void. Behind them stood tens of millions of spirits, their imposing aura overwhelming the heavens.

When the "planet" at the very core of the void slowly opened one eye, Yun Yi finally saw the full form of the Flesh Madness Evil God—it was not a planet, but a massive aggregate of flesh and blood, comparable to an entire world.

There is no ocean, no land, no atmosphere on the surface, only layers upon layers of constantly writhing dark red flesh.

Countless deformed mouths opened and closed on the surface of flesh, emitting different kinds of laughter: sharp, deep, like the crying of an infant, like the roar of an old man.

All the laughter overlapped, transforming into that signature, chilling sound:

"Hehe...hehehe...we meet again...hehehe..."

Some of the ghosts behind Yun Yi began to tremble involuntarily, and fine flesh and blood textures appeared on their grayish-white spiritual bodies, and real flesh and blood began to grow.

The flesh and blood spread across the ghost's spirit as if it were alive, from its fingertips to its arms and then to its chest.

The ghost covered in flesh and blood let out the same laugh as the flesh-crazed evil god, then turned around madly and tore at its companions beside it.

Mu Baiwei raised her hand and instantly killed those mutated Yin ghosts on the spot.

Yun Yi withdrew his gaze from the flesh-and-blood planet and turned to the five authority holders behind him.

The silver-armored man and his four companions stood on the deck of a huge silver-white warship, with hundreds of millions of allied troops under their command behind them.

But those allied forces were too weak—Yun Yi made that judgment with just a glance.

These people are more like sacrifices, or rather, consumables used to complete certain powerful evil spells.

As for the strength of these five authority holders, at most they are equivalent to Shen Ye when he was possessed by the True God. If they were to be classified, they would probably be stuck at the demigod level.

But for this lump of flesh and blood, which is larger than the world itself, there is little difference between a demigod and a mortal.