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

The shield of holy light that God claimed to be unbreakable has long since turned to dust.

The six pairs of light wings shrank to less than half their original size under the overwhelming yin energy. The vertical pupils reflected the afterglow of the flesh demon's core exploding. For the first time, a twisted expression that could be interpreted as fear appeared on that face, which was purely formed from holy light.

Having lost the aura of the Seven Laws, the God of Original Sin, now as thin as a rock, huddled in a corner of the Netherworld, his ten fingers digging into his chest as if trying to dig out the last trump card that could save his life.

The ethereal form of the Deathly Evil God was riddled with holes by the laws of the underworld, with dark green light constantly seeping from the cracks at its edges, like a black mirror about to shatter.

The Thousand-Faced Evil God had only one face left—an old man's face covered in wrinkles, his lips moving as if in silent prayer.

More than 90% of the split droplets of the Rotten Swamp God had been devoured by the Yin energy, with only a few remaining struggling to survive in the mist.

The Flame Lord and the Ice Queen stood back to back, their black flames and icy blue frost flowers almost transparent under the crushing force of the Netherworld Laws.

One out of eight.

The remaining seven evil gods made the same decision at the same moment—to run.

Allah first tore off a piece of his own wing of light, turning the fragment burning with pale holy flames into a golden beam of light, attempting to break through the law barrier of the Netherworld.

The God of Original Sin followed closely behind, destroying his Triple Law Aura—Pride, Envy, and Wrath—in exchange for a brief outburst. His entire body compressed into a dark red meteor, rushing in the opposite direction.

The Deathly Silence God compressed its ethereal form to the extreme, condensing it into an extremely thin black blade, which it used to cut through the wall of laws in the most extreme way.

Thousand Faces, Rotten Swamp, Flame Lord, and Ice Queen each unleashed their most secret escape techniques.

Seven evil gods, from seven directions, break out simultaneously.

But the Netherworld has more than one barrier.

The grayish-white mist condensed automatically in front of them as they sprinted forward, layer upon layer, three layers… countless layers of law barriers spread out in the void, each layer forged by the domain power of nine hundred billion Yin ghosts.

The golden light of the true god crashed through the first layer, its speed reduced by 30%; it crashed through the second layer, and the holy flames on the fragments of the light wings were extinguished; it crashed into the third layer, and the light shattered with a bang, and the body was bounced back heavily, crashing onto the lawful ground of the Netherworld.

The triple law explosion of the self-destruction of the Original Sin God was powerful enough to blast through the world wall of a minor world, but it only managed to blast through two layers in the Netherworld.

The third barrier remained unmoved, and original sin came to an abrupt halt before it—it knew very well that if it crashed into it again, its fate would be the same as that of Allah.

The Void Blade of the Dead God sliced ​​through two layers of barriers, leaving a shallow scratch on the third layer.

The scratch healed in the blink of an eye, and the blade was ejected, shattering into more than a dozen pieces upon landing.

The attempts by Thousand Faces, Rotten Swamp, Flame Lord, and Ice Queen to break through all ended in failure.

The seven evil gods were trapped and died in this netherworld, with no way to escape.

Yun Yi stood in the center of the Netherworld Kingdom, his dark golden pupils sweeping over the disheveled figures of the seven evil gods one by one, before raising his right hand.

Three breaths later, the core of the true God's origin exploded, and the shattered holy light laws were swallowed by the Netherworld Domain, decomposed into the most basic law particles, and merged into the grayish-white Netherworld mist.

Next is the original sin god.

The Deathly Evil God.

The Thousand-Faced Evil God.

The evil god of rotting swamp.

Flame Lord.

Ice Queen.

The giant gray-white hand slammed down repeatedly, and the core essences of the seven evil gods shattered one after another.

Dark red, golden yellow, jet black, dark green, and ice blue—various colors of light from the laws of nature bloomed and faded in the Netherworld, like a grand yet silent fireworks display of the laws of nature.

When the core of the last evil god shattered, Yun Yi withdrew his right hand.

A grayish-white mist slowly surged around him, its color deeper than before, with countless fine law runes faintly visible flowing within it.

Behind him, the mist began to condense on its own.

The first to take shape was the fleshy epilepsy—dark red fleshy tentacles sprouted anew from the mist, layer upon layer weaving into a human form, with billions of deformed mouths opening and closing on the skin's surface, emitting low, submissive whimpers.

Next came Allah. The golden holy light reignited, and six pairs of pale holy flame wings unfolded once more. However, the holy flames at the edges of the wings were no longer pure gold, but were tinged with a ghostly green.

Original Sin, Deathly Silence, Thousand Faces, Rotten Swamp, Lord of Flame, Queen of Ice—eight evil gods reassembled in the Netherworld Mist.

Their aura was as powerful as it was in life, but their fundamental laws had been completely integrated into Yun Yi's Netherworld Laws.

They are now citizens of the Netherworld Kingdom, ghosts of Yun Yi, and the eight most powerful Netherworld warriors under his command.

The eight evil gods and demons all lowered their proud heads.

Yun Yi shifted his gaze from them to another corner of the Netherworld.

There, only three of the five authority figures were solidifying—one was a woman draped in a flowing cloak, her spirit struggling to reassemble in the mist, her solidification far less than that of the eight evil gods, and obvious traces of conflicting laws still lingered in her yin energy.

The other was a silent woman who kept her eyes down throughout the transformation process, quietly waiting for the spirit to condense completely.

The last one was a sinister-looking man, who was looking down at his new spiritual body. His six-armed dharma form had shrunk into six thin, gray-white phantoms that floated slowly behind him.

Two are missing.

Yun Yi scanned the Netherworld with his divine sense and confirmed this.

The man in silver armor and the bald man were not there.

His eyebrows were slightly raised.

He managed to escape even after being struck head-on by his giant nether palm; no wonder he's an authority figure, his trump card is even more troublesome than the evil god's true form.

But it doesn't matter, you can run away but you can't hide.

He has more important things to do.

Yun Yi turned around, and the eight evil gods and ghosts behind him raised their heads at the same time, the Tai Chi diagram in their dark golden pupils spinning faster.

In the instant they were transformed into Yin ghosts, all the memories accumulated deep within the souls of the eight evil gods over countless millennia were completely viewed.

All the hidden void coordinates in the fleshy memory.

All the information that God has exchanged with other evil gods is in His memory.

A list of all allies who have ever joined forces in the memories of Original Sin.

All the evil god auras that were occasionally sensed in the void within the dead silence of memory.

Information collected during all the disguises in the Thousand Faces Memory.

The remnants of all the worlds touched when the swamp spread across the endless void.

The memories of the Flame Lord and the Ice Queen of all the evil god gatherings they had ever participated in.

In Yun Yi's consciousness, billions of fragmented memories were categorized, cross-referenced, and their authenticity was determined.

A vast star map, infinitely larger than anything he had explored in ten years, gradually took shape in his mind.

On the ruins of this special minor world where the Heavenly Dao has died, there are still nine evil gods hidden—they are hidden even deeper than the Flesh Madman and the True Lord, hidden in a corner of the void that he has never set foot in, hidden in the depths of the law rifts that he could not even perceive when he first descended ten years ago.

"Go, find them."