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

The eight evil gods and ghosts nodded in unison, and their forms vanished simultaneously.

The gray-white mist of the underworld churned briefly where they disappeared before settling back into calm.

Yun Yi stood with his hands behind his back in the center of the void, while the three Yin Ghosts behind him, who were all under the authority, dared not utter a sound.

Beneath his feet, the law wall of the Netherworld was like an infinitely extending gray-white mirror, reflecting the void dust and law fragments crushed in the battle just now.

The efficiency of the eight evil gods and ghosts far exceeded expectations.

With absolute immortality, infinite teleportation, and the blessing of nine hundred billion yin energies, the nine evil gods scattered in the void are even more vulnerable than the true lord and others trapped in the Netherworld.

The closest one didn't even have time to react before it was torn in half by the Flesh Demon. The Holy Light of the True God completely purified it, and Yun Yi, who arrived last, shattered the core of the source with one grasp.

The furthest one tried to escape, but within the coverage of the Netherworld Kingdom, any means of escape were meaningless—the speed of the Yin Ghosts was limitless, and Yun Yi's will was their coordinate; he could reach any point within the domain in an instant.

The evil god switched between hundreds of escape techniques, tore open countless spatial rifts, and teleported countless billions of miles, but at each landing point, a giant gray-white hand appeared precisely waiting for it.

Ultimately, it was crushed into fragments of origin within the sevenfold cage of the original sin god's laws.

All nine evil gods were hunted down.

From discovery to killing and then transforming into a ghostly spirit, each spirit takes no more than half an hour on average.

When the core of the last evil god re-condensed into a ghost form in the Netherworld, seventeen evil god ghosts were already standing behind Yun Yi.

They are arranged in two rows, each with a different shape, different laws, and different aura, but each has the same dark green rune imprinted between its brows, and the depths of each one's fundamental laws are connected to the same Netherworld.

The memories of the seventeen evil gods were all incorporated into Yun Yi's consciousness, and the fragments began to piece together.

The world coordinates in their memories are like seventeen pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, each piece embedded into the void star map in his mind.

On the ruins of this special microcosm, each evil god has divided up its own territory: there is a rich magical civilization world, a world with abundant spiritual energy and a cultivation system, a world with advanced technology and a mechanical civilization world, and a desolate world that has been completely drained by the evil gods, leaving only remnants of laws.

On average, each evil god rules over about one hundred worlds.

The seventeen deities together comprise a total of 1,700 worlds.

Seventeen hundred.

During the hunt for these seventeen evil gods, Yun Yi's Netherworld Domain radius expanded once again, and the number of Yin Ghosts exceeded one trillion as they continuously transformed into the followers of the evil gods and the inhabitants of the new world.

But he wasn't particularly excited about these numbers.

His gaze pierced through the gray-white mist, through the world's remnants floating in the void, and landed on the center of the void surrounded by 1,700 worlds.

It was empty there.

In the void at the center, there are no fluctuations of any laws, no residue of matter, and no energy radiation.

The memories of all seventeen evil gods are blank here—they all know that there should be a world at the center, but none of them have actually seen it.

The most crucial world has disappeared.

Yun Yi withdrew his gaze, raised his right hand, and slightly spread his five fingers.

The fragments of memories of the seventeen evil gods and ghosts behind him flowed rapidly through his consciousness once again. He examined every detail one by one—the flesh demon had sensed an extremely faint fluctuation of law emanating from the central area ten thousand years ago, which lasted for less than three breaths.

In a much earlier time, God found a fragment of the law on the edge of the central region. The pattern was so ancient that even God could not decipher it.

Thousand Faces once disguised himself as an ordinary person to infiltrate the center, but lost all senses as soon as he took the first step. When he regained consciousness, he was already back at the edge, and three whole years had passed in between.

As the swamp spread through the void, one of its tendrils unexpectedly reached into the center, only to be instantly severed by some force. Before even the pain could be transmitted, only a fleeting, instinctive shudder passed by.

All clues broke at the same point.

It was always there, all the worlds were arranged around it, and its coordinates have a clear correspondence in the memories of the seventeen evil gods.

But when Yun Yi tried to sense the coordinates, there was nothing there.

Yun Yi narrowed his eyes slightly.

He didn't dwell on the issue any further.

Instead, they chose to take the next step.

It destroyed 1,700 worlds.

Yes, it's completely destroyed.

Previously, keeping living people was for the sake of sustainable development, but now it's no longer necessary.

He turned around to face the three silent, powerful ghosts behind him.

The cloaked woman lowered her head even further, and the six gray-white phantom images behind the sinister man simultaneously shrank.

"I'm going to destroy the remaining 1,700 worlds, starting with the few semi-ruined ones on the very periphery."

His tone was as calm as if they were discussing what to eat for dinner, "You can send a message to the surviving privileged individuals—either come find me, or I'll find you."

The three bowed their heads simultaneously: "Yes, sir."

Seventeen hundred worlds, dying one after another.

Yun Yi stood in the void, and with each raised hand and each palm strike, a world turned to dust.

The first to be destroyed were those half-destroyed worlds on the periphery, whose essence of the laws had been drained by their original owners.

Their laws and structures are fragmented, and their world is as thin as paper.

Yun Yi didn't even need to use the Netherworld Giant Palm. He simply condensed trillions of Yin Qi into an extremely thin gray-white beam of light, which pierced through the core of the world. The entire planet exploded silently, like a punctured bubble.

Next are the middle-level worlds where the laws still exist, but have been abandoned by the evil gods.

A small number of living people and low-ranking followers remained inside. At the moment of the world's destruction, their souls were automatically captured by the Netherworld and transformed into new Yin Ghosts, joining the army.

With each world destroyed, the number of Yin Ghosts skyrockets, their territory expands, and their power increases.

The more it destroys, the stronger it becomes; the stronger it becomes, the faster it destroys.

A never-ending positive cycle.

When the thousandth world shattered under his palm, the number of Yin ghosts had already exceeded an incalculable threshold—trillions, trillions, hundreds of trillions. He could no longer describe the total amount of Yin energy under his control with specific numbers.

The area of ​​the Netherworld also expanded to an extremely exaggerated extent, covering the entire void. Grayish-white Netherworld mist seeped into every inch of the void wall, every crack in the law, and every floating speck of dust.

His will can descend upon any corner of this void at the same time, and his power can simultaneously condense countless giant nether hands in any location.

The idea that something can destroy the world in an instant is no longer just a figure of speech.

At the center of the 1,700 worlds, in that previously empty void, an anomaly finally appeared.

When Yun Yi destroyed a total of one thousand worlds, a very faint, transparent film began to appear in the central void.

It exhibits no laws or fluctuations, emits no energy radiation, and reflects no light; it cannot be directly detected by the naked eye or divine sense.

But Yunyi could sense it.

When the number of cells reached 1,500, the transparent film began to become clear.

When the last world—the seventeen hundredth—turned to dust beneath his palm, the transparent membrane silently cracked.

The cracks started at the top of the membrane and spread downwards.

The speed was not fast, but each extension was accompanied by a very subtle vibration of the laws.

The shockwave pierced through the Netherworld, penetrated trillions of yin energies, and directly reached the depths of Yun Yi's consciousness.

It was an extremely faint echo, like something that had been asleep for far too long, awakened by the surrounding noise, and uttering its first breath.

The cracks spread to the very bottom, and the entire thin film peeled off from the center like a shed skin, turning into countless fine, transparent fragments of law that dissipated into the void.

Beneath the thin membrane, the entity encased in the very center was revealed.

That was a world.

Its size is only one-tenth the average of the worlds that Yun Yi had previously destroyed.

The World Wall is an extremely ancient and dull bronze color, its surface covered with dense traces of law corrosion, each corrosion deeply etched into the internal structure of the World Wall.

The world wall itself does not emit light, does not emit any energy fluctuations, and is not even in operation—its laws have all withered, and time and space are completely still within the world.

Yun Yi could not sense any living beings within this world.

This is a dead world, but it has not disappeared.

After all the laws that supported it withered and all the energy that kept it running was exhausted, its remains still floated in this void, wrapped in a thin membrane of laws laid down by some unknown being, quietly sleeping in the center of 1,700 worlds.

Looking at the remnants of this dead world, Yun Yi suddenly understood something.

This world is the original main world of this special microcosm.

The 1,700 worlds are all fragments that split off from it, and the seventeen evil gods are the cleaners that evolved from the fragments of its laws after the worlds split.

Those evil gods were not outsiders at all.

Their existence is to eliminate outsiders.

Why would this dead world do this?

Yun Yi couldn't figure it out, but he was too lazy to think about it.

Because he had already struck it with his palm.