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

No one could answer him.

A dozen pairs of eyes were spinning wildly; some were blinking frantically, and some even had their pupils trembling.

Only one thought kept exploding in Green's head—How is this possible? What kind of method is this? What the hell is this method?

I've lived in this city for so many years, and the ninth level of the Transcendent Realm is the ceiling. How can he be so strong? Who exactly is he?

"Now you know, don't you?"

Yunyi said.

Greenhead's pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints.

No, I didn't say anything.

How did he know what I was thinking?

What kind of ability is this?

Who exactly did I offend?

Please, please spare me. I'll give you the Blood Blade, all my money, and all my territory. Just don't kill me.

"Let you go?" Yun Yi snapped his fingers again.

Another person exploded.

This time it was the skinny guy to the right and behind the green-headed guy. His whole body was cut in two at the waist. His upper body was still frozen in place, while his lower body had already fallen to the ground.

"When you came, why didn't you consider letting me go?"

A foul stench permeated the air.

Greenhead's crotch was soaked, and urine dripped down his trouser leg.

Several of the dozen or so people behind them also lost control of their bladders at the same time, and a small puddle of yellow water quickly formed on the floor.

Yun Yi looked down and frowned.

"You guys are so easily frightened, you've made my floor dirty."

"Although I'd like to move, I've lived here for over ten years."

He raised his hand and waved it gently.

Time can be reversed.

The urine on the ground seemed to shrink back into those people's pants as if it had been turned upside down, and the water stains disappeared completely, as if nothing had happened.

Greenhead felt like he was going crazy.

"I'm bored."

Yun Yi snapped his fingers again.

This time it wasn't just one person; it was everyone else who exploded at the same time.

A dozen or so muffled thuds came together, like a short string of firecrackers being set off during the Chinese New Year.

Yun Yi carried Xiao Bai out of the room filled with blood mist, without a single drop of blood on his feet.

Several uniformed officials were standing in the corridor outside the door, and they seemed to have just arrived.

The leader's hand was still raised in mid-air, in a knocking posture, his expression as if he had seen something completely beyond his comprehension.

Yunyi brushed past them.

"The task of collecting the body is entrusted to you."

No one dared to stop them.

Based on the address that flashed through Green Head's mind before he died, Yun Yi found the villa owned by Blood Blade.

The villa is located on a hillside in the suburbs. It is a detached house with a three-story building, an underground garage, and a swimming pool.

The courtyard wall was very high, surrounded by an iron fence, and two men with blood-stained knives stood guard at the entrance.

Yun Yi waved his hand, and before the two guards could react, they had vanished without a trace.

He pushed open the door and put Xiaobai on the living room sofa.

Little White transformed back into a fluffy kitten, curled up in a ball on the leather sofa, its tail tip swaying gently.

Yun Yi sat down opposite him, sinking into the soft backrest and letting out a long breath.

"Finally, it's quiet."

He said.

……

The one-month period quickly came to an end.

We returned to that vast, white space.

Yun Yi spoke directly: "Begin the cycle of reincarnation!"

[This cycle of reincarnation is in the Middle Thousand Worlds. Teleportation begins.]

A burst of white light followed, and the feeling of weightlessness arrived as expected.

Consciousness floats and sinks in nothingness, like a fallen leaf caught in a whirlpool, spinning, tumbling, and falling endlessly.

……

Meanwhile, during his absence, a huge uproar broke out in the Hall of Reincarnation.

The source of the news is untraceable, but the content spread like wildfire to every corner—someone used a tracking card to track Yun Yi, who not only returned alive but also successfully advanced to become an authorized user.

He came back alive and even became a privileged individual.

These two conditions combined are enough to make the heart race of anyone struggling in the cycle of reincarnation.

Anyone with tracking privileges must die; this was supposed to be a mission that meant certain death.

But now someone has returned alive and even become a privileged individual.

More than one.

What does this tell us?

This means that the pursuer not only was not killed by Yun Yi, but also found his own opportunity.

Countless people's minds began to stir.

Many of the reincarnators who had personally witnessed Yun Yi suppressing the entire audience in the Hall of Reincarnation were now having second thoughts.

After all, people are always more willing to believe facts that are in their favor.

Moreover, being too scared to look up by Yun Yi in the Hall of Reincarnation is one thing, but seizing the opportunity to advance to a higher level in the world of Reincarnation is another.

Those who witnessed Yun Yi's previous performance were deeply moved by what it meant to have such authority.

Who wouldn't want that?

Inside the Reincarnation Hall, countless people were frantically buying tracking cards.

Shen Ye stood in the hallway, glanced at the commotion below, and frowned deeply.

After becoming an authorized user, he never mentioned it to anyone, nor did he show any attention-grabbing behavior, nor did he reveal anything about what happened in that world to anyone.

He was a lone wolf, with no teammates and no friends.

His pursuit of Yun Yi was never exposed.

But the news still got out, and it was spread with great detail and accuracy.

Was the information deliberately leaked, or is there some unknown force manipulating public opinion in the shadows?

Shen Ye instinctively thought of Yun Yi.

Could it be that the Lord himself orchestrated this?

Want more experimental samples?

He rubbed his temples and glanced down again.

The gambler-like excitement on the faces of those who bought the tracking cards struck him as both absurd and laughable.

This group of people has no idea what they're chasing.

Following Yunyi?

He chuckled softly.

……

On the other side of the Reincarnation Hall, in a private lounge, an absurd conversation is taking place.

The lounge was small, a pure white room.

A reincarnator wearing a wide cloak squatted in the corner, his hands covering his head, his face looking like he had just swallowed a live rat, his lips pale and veins bulging on his forehead.

"Come out! You come out here right now!"

He roared at his right hand, his voice filled with anger and fear.

His right hand rose uncontrollably, his five fingers twisting and clawing in the air a few times. A crack appeared in his palm, and a dark eyeball emerged, rolling around once.

A deep, echoing, wicked laugh emanated from his eyes:

"Get out? Where can I go if I get out? We are one now, you are in me and I am in you, neither of us can get rid of the other."

"If there were no other choice, who would want to become one with an ant like you?"

The laughter was grating, each syllable carrying a decaying, chilling aura, as if seeping from an ancient tomb sealed for countless years.

"You fucking monster—you've been sealed away for dozens of eras, how could you have lost so miserably if you were so capable? You saw it yourself, just how terrifying that guy is. Even if you were an immortal demon, it wouldn't help you. I'm not going to throw my life away!"

The reincarnated person's lips trembled, his eyes were bloodshot, and his voice trembled noticeably when he spoke.

The voice of the undead demon was full of disdain: "You also know that I was sealed for dozens of eras? If I hadn't been sealed, how could I have ended up in such a miserable state?"

"Besides, that time it was only because the seal had been on for too long and its strength had been worn down too much."

"Now we're all starting from the same point, entering the world in the same way. I'm not stupid, how could I possibly repeat the same mistakes?"

"What, you still don't believe me?"

The reincarnated being laughed in fury: "Believe you? I'd be crazy to believe you!"

"We've been working under him for a thousand years, you must know how terrifying he is, right?"

"How the hell do you dare to talk about something like that?!"

The Undying Demon scoffed: "These are nothing but unorthodox methods. Once my strength is restored, I have plenty of ways to break them."

"Stop talking nonsense, the tracking card is ready, come with me."

"What did you say?" The reincarnator's face turned pale instantly.

He tried desperately to regain control of his right hand, only to find that his entire right arm was completely out of his control.

The dark eye in the crack blinked, and a beam of eerie blue light shot out, enveloping the entire right arm, spreading upwards, passing through the shoulder, neck, half of the face, and finally covering the entire face.

"As I told you, the tracking card is ready."

The voice of the undead demon echoed in the lounge, carrying an irresistible chill: "Get ready, we'll do it again."

"This time, I'll show you what a true immortal demon is."

He let out a few broken growls, his body stood up uncontrollably, and walked towards the door of the lounge.

His face was covered by a thin layer of black lines, as if half of his face was wearing a mask, while the other half was distorted and deformed by fear.

The reincarnators in the corridor all moved away, and no one noticed the eerie blue light deep within his right eye.

He walked outside the Hall of Reincarnation, struggling with his last remaining shred of consciousness:

"No...no...no..."

The undead demon took control of the throat and spoke in a deep voice:

"Tracking".

……