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

Centered on the true form of the flesh-evil god, a dark red shockwave suddenly exploded outwards.

The ripples were so thick they were almost liquid, like millions of tons of blood plasma being compressed into a ring and then released in an instant.

Wherever the ripples passed, the void itself began to undergo a change that sent shivers down one's spine—fine textures of flesh and blood appeared on the originally dark and empty void walls.

Those textures were breathing, wriggling, as if someone had coated the entire interior of the space with a living membrane in an instant.

The void is no longer the void.

Space is no longer space.

Time is no longer time in the ordinary sense.

In an instant, the entire battlefield was transformed into a domain composed of pure flesh and blood laws—the Unparalleled Flesh and Blood Demon Prison.

In this realm, all matter, all energy, and all laws are forcibly assigned the same destination.

Blood vessels sprouted from the dust in the void, and free energy particles turned into floating blood cells. On the star fragments scattered in the void, dark red buds broke through their shells like spring grass, writhing silently in the vacuum.

Then, the true form of the Flesh-Eccentric Evil God was revealed.

It is not some aggregate of flesh and blood, nor some deformed planet covered with giant mouths.

His essence is this very realm.

The void is His body, and flesh and blood are His will.

Those overwhelming dark red mucous membranes are His skin, those billions of giant mouths that open and close within the mucous membranes are His senses, and the time and space that are assimilated into flesh and blood are His attacks.

Among the hundreds of billions of Yin ghosts, the weakest ordinary Yin ghosts were the first to mutate.

Dark red blood vessels appeared on the grayish-white surface of the spirit. These blood vessels traveled along the spirit's meridians, took root, and then multiplied outwards wildly.

The infected ghosts all let out the same laughter as the flesh-epileptic evil god, turned around and opened their mouths to bite and swallow their companions.

Then there are the souls.

Finally, there's Xiling.

Xiling is an invisible and silent being, having long since transcended the form of a soul, and possesses near-immunity to most physical and energy attacks.

But even they couldn't completely stop the assimilation of the Heavenly Demon Prison.

At the edges of their blurred outlines, extremely fine flesh textures begin to emerge, as if someone were using an extremely fine red pen tip to trace the outlines of blood vessels and muscles stroke by stroke.

They spread much slower than ordinary ghosts, but they are indeed spreading.

Those five authorized users weren't much better off.

On the bald, muscular man's right arm, a fist-sized, dark red growth was growing wildly, its surface covered with fine teeth, gnawing at his own armor.

Without hesitation, he swung his sword, slicing away the fleshy buds and large patches of surrounding flesh.

Before the blood gushing from the wound could even disperse, it condensed into dark red ice crystals in the void.

The cloaked woman's web of fate had shrunk to less than three feet around her. The silver threads were breaking continuously under the dark red corrosive influence, and each break of a thread made her body tremble slightly.

The silent woman's soul shockwave was compressed to maintain only a thin layer of light on her body surface. The maniacal laughter pierced through the light membrane and penetrated into the depths of her consciousness, causing her soul to tremble slightly.

The sinister man's six-armed avatar had been partially eroded by flesh and blood, and the dark purple runes were being covered layer by layer by dark red flesh and blood patterns, like vines climbing over an ancient wall.

The man in silver armor was in the best condition among the five.

His Starlight Armor has a certain degree of resistance to the Law of Flesh and Blood, but the starlight on the surface of the armor has dimmed by more than half.

He took a deep breath, turned around, and clasped his hands in a fist salute towards Yun Yi. His voice, transmitted through the void in a special way, carried a suppressed solemnity:

"Lord of the Underworld, I'm sorry."

"We underestimated the power of this evil god. With our current preparations, we are afraid we cannot defeat it."

His tone was calm, as if he were stating something obvious.

"The five of us are all clones. We have gathered enough information during this probing. We will take our leave now and discuss this further at another time."

The loss of the clones was nothing more than losing a piece of equipment that could be reforged at any time.

He turned around, just about to disappear.

Then, his movements froze.

The body did not dissipate.

Instead, the entity he believed to be the original body vanished in that instant.

He frowned and tried a few more times, but each time his backup plan dissipated, while his body remained completely still.

His expression finally changed.

All our backup plans are gone.

This means that this body is not a clone.

It is the true form, the real form that has truly descended here.

He suddenly turned his head to look at the other four people.

The other four also unleashed their own counterattacks at the same time, and then all four faces lost their color.

All means have failed, all spatial teleportation has been blocked, and all means of communication with the outside world have been cut off.

They didn't come as clones.

Their perceptions have been distorted—what they thought was the original body has been changed into an avatar, and what they thought was an avatar has been changed into the original body.

The silver-armored man's face was even paler than his star-studded armor.

He struggled to lift his head and looked in a certain direction in the void.

There, a little girl in a black dress floated slowly from the depths of the void, her feet dangling in the air.

Her lips curled up slightly, revealing two small tiger teeth; her smile was sweet yet dangerous.

"Everyone, since you're already here, why are you leaving so soon?"

Mu Baiwei's voice rang out in the void, light and cheerful as if inviting a guest to sit a little longer, "My master hasn't had enough fun yet."

The cloaked woman suddenly raised her head and stared intently at Mu Baiwei's face.

She finally remembered—this face, this aura, this smile.

In the previous world, she encountered an extremely difficult opponent. His direct combat strength was not top-notch, but his ability to manipulate cognition caused her a lot of trouble.

She used countless methods to verify the plan repeatedly, and finally, through a chance encounter with a flaw, she saw through the opponent's scheme and barely escaped.

That name is Mu Baiwei.

The little girl in the black dress in front of me is exactly the same as the opponent who gave me countless nightmares, both in aura and appearance.

The only difference is that she is now standing behind Yun Yi.

A powerful Level 4 authority user, a top expert who can arbitrarily alter perceptions, is actually willing to become someone else's subordinate.

The moment this thought exploded in her mind, it shocked her even more than seeing the evil god in its true form.

The silver-armored man remained silent for a long time before slowly exhaling: "Impressive."

He only said those three words.

There was no cursing, no accusation that Yun Yi was breaking the rules, and no attempt to intimidate him by invoking the name of the Alliance of Authorities.

Because he had done that kind of thing himself.

Testing, scheming, setting traps, and being set traps—these are all commonplace for those with authority.

Today they tried to trick Yunyi, but Yunyi tricked them instead. Who can they blame?

You can only blame yourself for not being able to see clearly enough.