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

Yun Yi stood in the center of the encirclement, his dark golden pupils scanning the ancient beings of various shapes one by one.

The holy light of God, the sevenfold halo of original sin, the deathly silence of nothingness, the myriad faces of the universe, the decay of the swamp, and the frenzied flesh beneath our feet that is still desperately regenerating but can never catch up with the speed of destruction.

The six distinct laws intertwined and collided in the void, creating a suffocating sense of oppression.

He sighed softly.

"Only six came?"

His voice carried undisguised disappointment, as if he had been waiting for a grand feast but had only received a few appetizers.

Yun Yi shook his head, dismissing his disappointment.

Fine, six it is. Let's take this one and find the rest later.

In an instant, his thoughts connected with all the hundreds of worlds he had conquered, penetrating the laws and barriers of each world, the walls of each city, and the core of the souls of every living person and every ghost.

A brief will resounded simultaneously from the depths of the consciousness of all the Netherworld people—

"From this moment forward, all living beings may choose to join the Netherworld through death."

"Those who voluntarily sacrifice themselves for the Netherworld Kingdom will receive an additional reward of 100,000 Ghost Coins."

All living people in hundreds of worlds stopped what they were doing at the same instant.

The farmers in the fields were stunned, the craftsmen in the workshops stopped hammering, and the customers and shopkeepers haggling in the shops all turned to look at each other—everyone's eyes were filled with unbelievable ecstasy.

In the world ruled by Yun Yi, "death" is no longer something to fear.

All the living people have witnessed their deceased parents and prematurely deceased siblings return to their homes as ghosts. Apart from being semi-transparent, having no shadows, and not needing to eat or sleep, they are no different from when they were alive.

They retain all their memories, all their emotions, all their personalities, and are even healthier than before—no longer tormented by illness, no longer fearing aging, and no longer struggling to make a living.

The only cost is the inability to have children at one's own discretion, but this problem has long been solved by the birth subsidy policy.

Having more children while alive to receive subsidies, and then peacefully living as a ghost to enjoy eternal life after death—it's a win-win situation no matter how you look at it.

For a time, a wave of suicides swept through the entire underworld.

Every day, hundreds of millions of living people line up to jump off buildings, drown themselves, or take poison. Some businesses have even launched "professional painless suicide services," which has become a booming emerging industry.

Until Yun Yi issued the ironclad rule: "Those who commit suicide without cause will be banished to the Netherworld forever, will not be registered in the household register after death, will not be issued Netherworld Coins, and will be permanently stripped of their status as citizens of the Netherworld."

Once this ironclad rule was enacted, the suicide trend came to an abrupt halt.

Death is not scary; being driven out of Youdu is truly terrifying.

They were all people who had lived in purgatory.

Youdu, a name that sounds like hell, is more perfect than heaven to them.

If you were sent back to hell, that would be worse than death—no, you could even become an adult ghost after you die.

But now, the Ghost Emperor himself has loosened this ironclad rule.

Not only were restrictions lifted, but rewards were also given.

Ten thousand ghost coins—that's the savings you'd accumulate through countless years of hard work. Now you can get them with just one suicide, and you can even become an immortal ghost.

Who wouldn't be tempted?

Long lines of people registered for suicide in public squares across major cities. Each person held a freshly filled-out form and wore a festive smile, as if they were going to collect their year-end bonus rather than to die.

The registrars were swamped with work—they themselves were ghosts, and didn't need to sleep or rest, but there were just too many registration forms, piling up like mountains.

At this moment, hundreds of millions of living people truly realized the phrase "rushing to die".

Of course, the younger ones couldn't wait any longer and simply free-fell from the high-rise building—the Ghost Emperor has already spoken, what's the point of registering? Isn't an elbow strike on the concrete ground faster?

Yun Yi stood in the endless void, feeling the Yin energy within his body surge exponentially.

The soul of a suicide victim is captured, transformed, and reshaped by his/her domain at the moment of physical death, turning into one new ghost after another.

Hundreds of billions, hundreds of billions, two hundred billion, three hundred billion—the numbers are jumping upwards at a dizzying speed.

With each leap, the netherworld mist surrounding him thickened, the Tai Chi diagram deep within his pupils spun faster, and the towering, ghostly figure behind him solidified more.

When the souls of the last batch of suicides completed their transformation, Yunyi's total number of Yin Ghosts exceeded 900 billion.

The scope of the field thus covers 900 billion meters.

He withdrew his thoughts and looked again at the six evil gods in front of him.

The six evil gods also noticed that Yun Yi's aura was surging in an extremely strange way, but they did not back down—they came here to kill Yun Yi, and the stronger Yun Yi was, the more justifiable their reason to kill him would be.

Allah struck first.

Six pairs of wings burning with pale holy flames unfurled simultaneously, and countless holy runes poured out from the halo, transforming into a long river of laws that stretched across the void.

Each rune contains God's ultimate understanding of the word "judgment." Wherever the river passes, the void walls automatically crack open, revealing the primordial chaotic energy flowing within. The chaotic energy is forcibly transformed into new holy runes the moment it comes into contact with the holy light, causing the river of laws to expand continuously.

The evil god of original sin followed closely behind.

Seven dark red halos rotated simultaneously, and the seven laws of original sin intertwined in the void to form a huge law cage, which pressed down on Yun Yi.

Within the cage, the Law of Pride caused Yun Yi's self-awareness to swell infinitely, attempting to make him develop the fatal underestimation that "these evil gods are not worth mentioning"; the Law of Jealousy constantly compared his power with that of the evil gods, attempting to plant the seeds of self-doubt; the Law of Anger caused his emotions to gradually spiral out of control, attempting to lure out a weakness.

The attacks of the Deathly Silence God are the most bizarre.

That pure nothingness spread silently, stripping away all the laws of space and time wherever it passed.

The void spread to the space beneath Yun Yi's feet, swallowing a large portion of the edge of his Netherworld Domain. The Yin energy covered by the void lost its connection with Yun Yi and turned into ownerless energy floating in the dead space.

The Thousand-Faced Evil God split into ten thousand, and the ten thousand avatars launched different attacks simultaneously—some released holy light, some ignited the fire of original sin, some opened up a domain of deathly silence, and some sprouted fleshy tentacles.

Each clone possesses combat power at the level of the evil god's true form, while its true form is mixed among the myriad clones, constantly changing positions, making it impossible to distinguish the real from the fake.

The swamp god launched an attack from below.

Dark green, putrid slime spread across the void, forming a corrosive swamp covering thousands of miles.

Countless tentacles formed from the laws of decay extended from the swamp, each tentacle ending in a constantly opening and closing mouth, from which flowed a blackish-green venom powerful enough to corrode the laws themselves.

The combined attack of the five evil gods launched simultaneously from five directions, sealing off all of Yun Yi's escape routes.

Add to that the fleshy, bloody planet beneath their feet—billions of fleshy tentacles regrow from the planet's surface, each tentacle tip gleaming with a dark red, cognitively polluting light—the six evil gods working together are enough to annihilate any top-tier powerhouse in any minor world, and even enough to destroy a complete world without the protection of the Heavenly Dao in a short time.

The three privileged individuals who had just transformed into Yin ghosts were too stunned to react because they died so quickly and were resurrected so suddenly. They could only stare at the scene in disbelief.

"Six evil gods... the true forms of the six evil gods... we all have to die here."

Before he could finish speaking, the law attacks of the six evil gods had already landed on Yun Yi.