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

He looked down at his dantian (lower abdomen).

There, a blood-red bead the size of a thumb is slowly rotating.

It exudes a faint warmth.

That was all he had gained in the past two years.

Two years ago, he was nearly killed by ten black-armored men outside Kyoto, but he survived by using the Heavenly Transformation technique.

He managed to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage by sheer luck, but his vital energy was exhausted, and he fled in a sorry state.

He dared not return to the Central Plains.

That little emperor is too strong.

So strong it's despair-inducing.

So he traveled eastward, crossing the ocean, and arrived at this overseas land.

Then he discovered—

There are still so many living people here.

One island, two islands, three islands...

On each island, there are villages, towns, and countless ordinary people.

He smiled.

He was laughing like someone who hadn't eaten for three days, when he suddenly saw a Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

Two years.

Two whole years.

He slaughtered every single island he could find overseas.

The island is large and has nearly a million inhabitants.

Even on small islands, there are tens of thousands of people.

One by one, without missing a single one.

How many people were killed?

he does not know.

Millions? Tens of millions? Or hundreds of millions?

He was too lazy to count.

All he knew was that with each group of people he killed, his vital energy would increase, and his cultivation level would rise.

Mid-stage of foundation building.

Late stage of foundation building.

Foundation Building Completed.

Then--

Blood elixir condenses.

Golden Elixir.

In this world devoid of spiritual energy, he painstakingly used human lives to create a golden elixir.

"Golden Core..."

He muttered to himself, looking down at his hands.

Those hands were as white as jade, long and strong, showing no signs of having once been reduced to bones.

"This is what the Golden Core feels like..."

He clenched his fist, feeling the immense power within him.

It is more than a hundred times stronger than when it was in the Foundation Establishment stage.

He is a thousand times stronger than he was back then.

"That little emperor..."

He raised his head and looked northwest.

That place is the Central Plains.

It's Kyoto.

It was the place that made him flee in a sorry state and almost lose his life.

A glint of madness flashed in his single eye.

"Wait."

He licked his lips.

"I'll come back to you soon."

He stood up and walked out of the mountain god temple.

Outside the temple, moonlight shone down, illuminating the corpses scattered on the ground.

Mo Wen didn't even glance at them, but simply stepped through the pile of corpses and walked towards the shore.

He suddenly stopped halfway through his walk.

"Come out."

His voice was very soft.

Behind them, two dark figures slowly emerged from the shadows.

One was tall and thin, the other was short and stout.

They all looked to be in their early teens or early twenties, dressed in tattered clothes, with vacant eyes.

"Owner."

The two knelt down at the same time.

Mo Wen turned around and looked at them.

These are the two "surprises" he has found in the past two years.

Those who reincarnate.

A girl named Karen, from a magical world, is a court mage of a certain kingdom.

Wu Liang, from the world of ghosts, is a ghost tamer who commands three ghosts.

Like Zhou Zhen before them, all their skills were rendered useless after they came to this world.

Without magic, without yin energy, they are nothing.

They could only eke out a living like ordinary people on this deserted island overseas.

Until Mo Wendao discovered it.

He was slaughtering an island when, in the heat of the moment, he suddenly sensed two faint fluctuations.

Same bone age, same strength greater than the average person.

He smiled.

Then he found them.

And then—

He used the same method to implant the Blood Slave Mark into their bodies.

Get up.

Mo Wendao waved his hand.

The two stood up and stood with their heads bowed.

"Master, where are we going next?"

Karen spoke, her voice hoarse.

Mo asked no answer.

He simply looked northwest, and in his single eye, a blood-red light flickered.

"Central Plains".

He said.

"Go find that little emperor."

Wu Liang raised his head, hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't help asking:

"Master, is that little emperor... very strong?"

Mo Wen asked a moment of silence.

Then he nodded.

"powerful."

"Very strong."

"Two years ago, I almost died at his hands."

Wu Liang's expression changed.

Two years ago, the master was already very strong.

The master has now condensed the Blood Core and achieved the Golden Core—

Just how strong is that little emperor?

"Scared?"

Mo Wen looked at him, a strange smile playing on his lips.

Wu Liang lowered his head, not daring to speak.

Mo Wendao smiled.

That smile was cold, as cold as ice in winter.

"Being afraid is the right thing to do."

"That young emperor is indeed terrifying."

"but--"

He paused, and a blood-red light suddenly surged from his single eye.

"I am not the same person I was two years ago."

"Golden Elixir".

"Plus the three of you."

"Four reincarnators teaming up against him—"

He turned around and looked northwest.

"Let's see how he blocks it."

The moonlight shone down, casting a blood-red glow on his face.

Behind them, two figures stood with their heads bowed.

In the distance, there was an endless expanse of corpses.

The night wind blew by, carrying a strong stench of blood.

Mo Wendao took a deep breath, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"The Little Emperor"

He said softly.

"Wait for me."

"soon."

"I'll be coming to find you soon."

……

A month later.

Kyoto, the Imperial Palace.

The Imperial Study.

Yun Yi sat behind his desk, reviewing memorials.

Suddenly, his hand stopped.

I looked up and gazed out the window.

The sky was overcast, with dark clouds looming overhead, threatening rain.

But his gaze was not fixed on the sky.

Instead, he looked towards a corner of the palace.

There was a faint, unsettling atmosphere there.

It's very faint, so faint that you can hardly detect it.

But the Eye of Destiny makes him exceptionally sensitive to any anomalies.

"Someone come here."

"exist."

Wei Long appeared outside the door.

"What are your orders, Your Majesty?"

Yun Yi remained silent for a moment, then shook his head.

"fine."

"Go down."

Wei Long was taken aback for a moment, but still bowed and stepped back.

In the imperial study, only Yun Yi remained.

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the gloomy sky.

"Are they here?"

he murmured.

"It's a little faster than I expected."

……

at the same time.

In a secluded alley in Kyoto.

Mo Wendao sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed.

There was no one around.

But upon closer inspection, one can see that the walls, the ground, and even the air faintly glow with a blood-red light.

Blood Sea Formation.

It was arranged using the lifeblood of millions of people.

Coverage area: The entire city of Kyoto.

Effect: Conceals all traces of presence, suppresses all enemies, and strengthens all allies.

To set up this formation, he spent a month secretly infiltrating Kyoto and planting blood charms at every key location.

It consumed the equivalent of the life force of a million people.

But it's worth it.

"Owner."

Karen's voice came from behind.

Mo Wendao opened his eyes and turned his head.

Karen and Wu Liang stood behind him, both surrounded by a faint blood-red aura.

That was the result of the Blood Sea Formation's enhancement.

Peak of Foundation Building.

Originally, they were only four or five times stronger than ordinary people, and with the control of the Blood Slave Seal, they could barely exert some of their strength.

But now, the Blood Sea Formation forcibly infused them with blood and qi, forcefully raising them to the peak of Foundation Establishment.

Although it's only temporary.

But that's enough.