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

The holy light of God tore through the dark mist surrounding Yun Yi, and countless holy runes, like red-hot iron nails, were densely driven into the depths of the netherworld.

The sevenfold cage of original sin pressed down from above, slicing Yun Yi's will and emotions into seven pieces that fought each other.

A deathly silence spread from behind, silently devouring the boundaries of the Netherworld.

The myriad clones with a thousand faces launched a saturation bombardment from all directions—the aftershocks of each attack were enough to annihilate a small world.

The corrosive laws of the swamp seep upwards, eroding the foundations of the Netherworld layer by layer.

The six laws were frantically tearing apart Yun Yi's Netherworld Domain, ripping his accumulated Yin energy and domain structure to shreds every second.

Then Yun Yi moved.

"The Netherworld Kingdom unfolds."

The swirling, dark mist around him suddenly stopped.

The flow solidifies into stillness, transforming into a constant and unshakeable state.

The next instant, the solidified mist spread out in all directions from Yun Yi as the center.

The Netherworld Kingdom, spanning nine hundred billion meters, unfolded brazenly in the void.

The grayish-white yin energy transformed into a boundless, pale sea, completely engulfing the six evil gods.

The speed was breathtaking—God, original sin, deathly silence, a thousand faces, swamp of decay, and carnal madness were all enveloped by the Netherworld in a single breath.

The six evil gods froze simultaneously.

The surrounding laws were forcibly replaced inch by inch.

The void laws that were originally under their control were now covered by the gray and white laws of the underworld.

The chaotic energy became unfamiliar and cold.

The void is no longer a no-man's-land.

The sky is the underworld.

The earth is the underworld.

The four directions, above and below, and the entire universe are all darkness.

Yun Yi stood in the center of the country.

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.

Behind him, nine hundred billion ghostly phantoms spread out in layers, stretching from nearby to the horizon.

Countless eerie green lights were densely packed among the gray-white mist, as if the entire galaxy had been moved into his domain.

The moment the domain unfolded, the six evil gods simultaneously encountered a long-lost emotion—the suffocating feeling of being deprived of their home-field advantage, and the instinctive fear that surged up as prey stepped into a trap.

God reacted first.

Behind him, six pairs of pale, holy flame wings stretched to their limit, and countless holy runes poured out from the halo, condensing into a massive holy light shield tens of thousands of miles high in front of him.

The shield was covered with liquid laws of judgment, each drop capable of purifying a planet into ashes.

It did not attack—its instincts told it that the moment the Netherworld Kingdom unfolded, the balance of power had been reversed.

The evil god of original sin followed closely behind.

Seven dark red halos spun wildly, and the seven laws of original sin wove together to form a labyrinth of laws around him.

Every corner hides a deadly temptation of original sin, and intruders will lose themselves under the repeated onslaught of seven kinds of desires.

It also did not attack.

The most direct way is through deathly silence.

That pure nothingness rapidly contracted, collapsing from a vast, dark realm into a black hole the size of a fist.

The edge of the black hole shimmered with a faint green light—the traces of a fierce battle between the laws of the underworld and the laws of death.

It attempted to use the purest power of death to tear a rift through the Netherworld to the outside world.

The myriad clones with a thousand faces stopped attacking at the same instant and retreated back to the vicinity of the main body.

Ten thousand faces turned in unison to the crack being torn open by the deathly silence, each face filled with vigilance—an expression the Thousand-Faced Evil God had never shown to anyone.

The dark green slime of the swamp rapidly receded from below, and the decaying tentacles that were corroding the foundation of the Netherworld all retracted around the body, forming a thick dark green protective layer.

Bubbles burst open on the surface, each crack leaving a tiny scar of law in the void.

The reaction of those with epilepsy is the most pathetic.

It dragged the flesh-and-blood planet, half of which had been smashed by Yun Yi and was still struggling to regenerate, and desperately crawled toward the edge of the Netherworld.

The millions of giant mouths could no longer laugh; only low, trembling sobs filled with obvious fear remained.

Six evil gods, six reactions.

None of them chose to continue the attack.

This is an extremely rare moment in the long lives of evil gods—they are afraid.

Yun Yi stood in the center of the Netherworld Kingdom, taking in all of this.

He slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers spread, his palm facing the rapidly shrinking Deathly Evil God.

"It's just the resistance of ants."

The black hole formed by the deadly evil god exploded in response.

The deathly stillness at the center of the black hole suddenly lost all support in its struggle against the laws of the underworld, collapsing like a building whose foundation has been hollowed out.

The lifeless entity let out a low, mournful cry, like an ancient glacier shattering, and its entire form sprang out from the collapse, spreading out once more into that void.

But this time, the edge of the void was covered with fine cracks, and each crack was seeping out gray-white mist formed by the erosion of the laws of the underworld.

The very essence of the law was directly wounded by divine words.

Yun Yi's arm did not fall.

He flipped his wrist, slightly curled his fingers, and made a feinting grab at the Thousand-Faced Evil God, who was constantly changing positions and trying to evade being locked on.

The myriad clones with a thousand faces froze simultaneously.

Driven by Yun Yi's will, the Yin energy of the Netherworld condensed into billions of invisible chains, each one precisely binding one of his clones.

As the chains tightened, the myriad clones shattered simultaneously like broken glass, turning into countless tiny fragments of the laws.

Only the true form remained exposed—in the center of that constantly shifting face, a pair of terrified eyes emerged.

All pretense was ripped away.

"It's your turn."

Yun Yi turned his head, his dark golden pupils locking onto the True Lord who was working hard to build up his defenses.

The Holy Light Shield began to tremble violently the moment it was touched by a gaze.

The countless sacred runes were swept away as if by an invisible gale. The golden light on their surfaces dimmed rapidly, the strokes twisted and deformed, and large pieces of runes peeled off the shield, turning into tiny golden specks in the air, which were then swallowed up by the surging Netherworld Yin energy around them.

The giant shield shattered.

Cracks burst forth from the center, branching into countless lines that spread like a spiderweb across the entire shield surface, collapsing along with the runes that were struggling to hold it up.

God's form was exposed to the corrosive influence of the yin energy, and the pale holy flames on his six pairs of wings of light were compressed and shrunk by nearly half.

Seeing that things were not going well, the God of Original Sin abandoned the Law Labyrinth.

It withdrew its sevenfold original sin halo, turned around and rushed in another direction of the Netherworld, trying to create a breakthrough while Yun Yi was dealing with the True Lord.

Extremely fast, the seven halos left seven dark red trails in the void.

Then it crashed into a wall.

The wall was formed from pure Netherworld laws, and its surface had no energy fluctuations; it was just a translucent thin film with a faint green glow.

The moment Original Sin collided with it, all seven halos simultaneously erupted with a blinding dark red light.

Pride, envy, wrath, sloth, greed, gluttony, lust—the seven laws of nature, like seven venomous snakes, frantically tear at the membrane, attempting to corrupt the very foundation of the laws of the underworld with original sin.

The thin film remained completely still.

Yun Yi's voice came from behind it, as calmly as if he were talking about something trivial:

"In my kingdom, all laws must follow my will."

"Your original sin law is indeed bizarre, but bizarre does not mean unsolvable."

"As long as I don't allow it, your arrogance can't inflate people's spirits, your jealousy can't make people lose their balance, and your anger can't make people lose control."

"Your seven deadly sins are nothing but seven gentle breezes in my kingdom."

The God of Original Sin suddenly turned around, a ferocious look appearing on his face, which was filled with dark red light.

Seven halos spun rapidly around it, and fine cracks began to appear at the edges—it was about to self-destruct a portion of its primordial laws to break this confinement in the most extreme way.

But Yunyi didn't give it a chance.

He raised his right hand and clenched it tightly at Original Sin.

Seven dark red halos exploded simultaneously.

After losing the support of the aura of the laws, the true form of the original sin revealed its true appearance hidden under the light—a thin humanoid body with skin as rough as weathered rock, deep-set eyes, and two faint dark red sparks burning inside.

It doesn't look like an evil god; it looks more like a prisoner trapped in a labyrinth of laws.