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

"How are you feeling?"

Don't ask.

Karen clenched her fist, feeling the unprecedented power within her, a hint of excitement flashing in her eyes.

"Master, I feel... I have regained my peak power."

Wu Liang didn't speak, but the chilling aura emanating from him was more than ten times stronger than before.

He was originally a ghost controller, using yin energy to command ghosts.

After arriving in this world, there was no yin energy, no ghosts, he was nothing.

But now, the blood and qi infused by the Blood Sea Formation have actually allowed Yin energy to re-condense within his body.

Although it's not quite the same as the original, it's still enough for him to use those low-level ghost techniques.

"very good."

Mo Wendao stood up and walked up to them.

"Remember your mission."

"Hold off the young emperor's personal guards, hold off Yue Dan, hold off everyone who can fight."

"The longer it drags on, the better."

"Wait until they've fought enough—"

He paused, a sinister smile creeping onto his lips.

"I'll go deal with that little emperor again."

Karen and Wu Liang exchanged a glance, then simultaneously lowered their heads:

"Yes, Master."

……

Kyoto.

Imperial City.

Yun Yi sat in the imperial study, reviewing memorials.

Business as usual.

The palace lanterns were lit, the tea was warm, and the ink in the inkstone had just been ground.

Suddenly, his pen stopped.

I looked up and gazed out the window.

It's very quiet outside.

It's too quiet.

There wasn't even a whisper of wind.

He put down his pen and leaned back in his chair.

"They're here."

The words had barely left his mouth—

boom!!!

A loud bang came from the direction of the south gate.

Then came Wei Long's roar, Yue Dan's howl, and the rumble of Mu Yu's mech starting up.

Then came the sounds of fighting.

It was no ordinary battle—it was a clash of power, an impact of shockwaves, a tremor that shook the entire imperial city.

Yun Yi stood up and walked to the window.

In the south, the sky was dyed two colors.

On one side was golden dragon energy, and on the other side was blood-red light.

The gold is receding, and the crimson is advancing.

He watched silently, his face expressionless.

The door to the Imperial Study was pushed open.

Wei Shiyi rushed in, covered in blood, one arm hanging limply at his sides, his face full of anxiety.

"Your Majesty! Quickly! Several demons have arrived, and they are all abnormally strong!"

"Loyal and Brave Guards... brothers, we can't hold on much longer!"

"Commander Yue is being held back by someone who can release ice, and Mu Yu is being entangled by someone who can release ghostly energy..."

"That demon hasn't made a move yet!"

Yun Yi looked at him.

"Where's Weilong?"

"My brother... he's still holding on."

"But those demons are impossible to kill."

"He recovered from his injuries in no time, and his strength grew with each fight."

"My older brother said... they're deliberately stalling."

Yun Yi nodded.

"I understand."

He turned around, walked back behind the desk, picked up the cup of tea that had gone cold, and took a sip.

"His Majesty!"

Wei Shiyi said urgently, "If we don't leave now, it will be too late!"

Yunyi put down his teacup.

"Walk?"

"Where are we going?"

"Would you rather I go outside and get killed by you?"

"Don't ask questions."

The Imperial Study was deathly silent.

Wei Shiyi froze on the spot, his anxious expression turning into one of disbelief.

His eyes began to change—deep in his pupils, a drop of blood slowly spread, like ink falling into water, turning his entire eye crimson.

"When...did you find out?"

The voice has changed.

It was no longer Wei Shiyi's, but someone else's—hoarse, deep, with a sticky feeling that chilled you to the bone.

Yun Yi looked at him with a calm gaze, as if he were looking at a rat that had crawled out of a ditch.

"From the moment you walked in the door."

He put down his teacup.

"Wei Shiyi would never say something like 'let me go'."

"No matter what happens, they will always trust me, instead of telling me to run away at the first opportunity."

"You imitated it very well."

"But it's not quite right."

Mo Wendao remained silent for a moment.

Then he laughed.

The smile that appeared on Wei Shiyi's face was twisted and eerie, like a mask that had been forcibly torn off.

"As expected of an emperor who killed three reincarnators."

His voice carried a hint of genuine admiration, "Such keen insight, such character."

He looked down at his borrowed body, flexed his fingers, and said, "Unfortunately, even the best eyesight can't save your life."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and gently squeezed it.

boom!

The roof of the Imperial Study was instantly blown off.

It wasn't knocked open by anything—it was torn open by an invisible force, like tearing paper.

Moonlight poured down, illuminating the entire imperial study.

It illuminated Yun Yi's calm face, and it also illuminated Mo Wendao's appearance at this moment.

He was no longer Wei Shiyi.

The body was like a torn garment, ripped open from the inside to reveal the real him inside—a fifteen-year-old boy with a pale face, a single eye, and surrounded by a blood-red light.

The light did not emanate from his body, but rather surged from the earth beneath his feet, like magma, like blood, carrying a strong, nauseating stench.

They converged into a blood-red pillar of light, shooting straight into the sky.

The blood-red pillar of light could be seen throughout Kyoto.

The entire city of Kyoto was filled with that suffocating oppression.

Mo Wendao stood in the center of the pillar of light, looking down at Yun Yi with a condescending gaze.

"Golden Elixir".

He said his voice was very soft, yet it reached the ears of everyone in Kyoto with crystal clarity.

"Two years ago, I was beaten like a dog by your ten bodyguards and had to flee in a sorry state."

"Two years later, I slaughtered all the islands overseas, killing tens of millions of people, and used human lives to create this golden elixir."

He raised his hand, and a blood-red bead the size of a thumb slowly rotated in his palm.

It emanated an eerie light, a nauseating stench of blood, and a power that could change the very fabric of the world.

He gently squeezed his hand.

The bead broke.

It's not really broken, it's just broken in shape.

It transformed into countless streaks of blood-red light, shooting out from his palm, towards the sky, towards the earth, and towards all directions.

The sky changed color.

The originally pitch-black night sky was stained dark red by those blood-red lights.

The moon turned into a blood moon, the stars disappeared, and in their place were countless blood-red points of light, like open eyes.

The earth began to tremble.

It wasn't an earthquake—it was the earth itself that was terrified.

The streets of Kyoto cracked open, from which dark red mist, carrying a strong smell of blood, billowed out.

The mist condensed and did not dissipate, transforming into countless twisted ghost faces that roamed the air, emitting mournful screams.

The entire city of Kyoto was transformed into a city of blood.

Mo Wendao stood in the center of Blood City, arms outstretched, looking up at the blood-red sky, and took a deep breath, as if savoring the fear that permeated the entire city.

"This is the power of the Golden Core."

His voice was soft, yet it resounded like thunder in everyone's ears.

"It's not an increase in strength, nor a breakthrough in realm—it's a qualitative change."

"From man to god."

He lowered his head and looked at Yun Yi.

Yun Yi stood still, motionless.

His robes were billowing in the blood-red wind, and his hair was stained crimson by the blood-red light, but his eyes remained calm.

It was as calm as a stagnant pool.

Mo Wendao's brows furrowed slightly.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Yun Yi looked at him.

"What are you afraid of?"

"fear death."

Yun Yi shook his head.

"You won't kill me."

Mo Wendao was stunned.

"What did you say?"

"You spent two years slaughtering all the islands overseas, killing tens of millions of people, and using human lives to create a golden elixir."

Yun Yi's voice was calm, as calm as if he were reading a memorial to the throne. "You brought three subordinates and traveled thousands of miles across the sea to set up the Blood Sea Array in the capital, wasting the lifeblood of millions of people, all for one opportunity—an opportunity to stand before me."

He looked at Mo Wendao, his eyes showing no fear, no anger, not even disgust.

"You won't kill me."

"At least not now."

"You must first frighten me, make me beg for mercy, make me kneel before you, wagging my tail and begging for mercy like a dog."

"Then—you'll take action."

"Only in this way can you make up for the failure two years ago and prove that you are no longer the person you were back then."

Only then can you mend your fragile and insecure heart.