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

Mo Wendao's expression changed.

It turned ashen, and then ferocious.

"you--"

Before Mo Wendao could speak, Yun Yi had already raised his hand.

It's not that I don't want to grow, it's that I can't grow.

It was as if an invisible hand had covered his mouth.

Yun Yi looked at him calmly.

Then he spoke.

The voice wasn't loud, even a little soft, but every word that came down was like a mountain.

"You stand too high; I am not pleased."

"Get down."

[Heavenly Mandate]

The moment the last two words were uttered, Mo Wendao's body stiffened abruptly.

An invisible force descended from the sky, pressing down on his shoulders with immense weight.

He wanted to hold on.

But those two words were like the overwhelming pressure of heaven and earth, irresistible.

He landed in front of Yun Yi.

"you--"

Before Mo Wendao could speak, Yun Yi spoke first.

"I do not like people standing and talking to me."

"Kneel down."

Mo Wendao's knee slammed into the ground with a dull thud.

It wasn't that he wanted to kneel; his body wouldn't obey him.

The force pressed down on his shoulder; it wasn't heavy, but it made it impossible for him to lift even a finger.

He desperately activated the golden core within his body, causing his blood to surge with light. But as soon as the light overflowed from his skin, it was pressed back down by something—like pressing down a cat with its fur standing on end.

He knelt before Yun Yi, head tilted back, his single eye filled with disbelief.

"What...what exactly did you do?"

Yun Yi looked down at him.

Moonlight streamed down from the torn roof, casting a silvery glow on his face.

No one knows how much his country's fortunes have accumulated in these two years.

At this moment, he possesses the destiny of the nation, and even a true god would have to kneel before him.

"I have said it before, I do not like people standing and talking to me."

Mo Wen opened his mouth, only to find that he was having difficulty even breathing.

It wasn't pressed down.

It is fear.

He killed tens of millions of people, slaughtered hundreds of islands, and refined a golden elixir, believing himself to be a god in this world.

But now, he is kneeling in front of a fifteen-year-old boy, unable to even stand up.

He suddenly remembered two years ago.

He felt the same way when those ten men in black armor stood in front of him and beat him to a pulp with each punch.

fear.

A fear that seeps into your very bones.

"You...you're not the weakest one..."

His voice was so hoarse it was unrecognizable.

"You are the strongest...you have always been the strongest..."

"wrong."

"That's not right."

"Didn't Paradise say that the stronger you are, the worse your birth is, and the weaker you are, the better your birth is?"

Mo Wendao knelt on the ground, roaring and howling, his single eye filled with bloodshot veins.

"You were born a prince! You'll have servants to wait on you and protect you!"

"Do you know how I survived? My mother drank ten bowls of abortion pills! Ten bowls!"

"I started gnawing on my own umbilical cord and my own fingers while I was still in her womb, barely surviving on that meager amount of blood!"

"On the day I was born, I crawled out of my mother's belly while eating her flesh! Have you ever seen anything like that?"

"Have you ever experienced this kind of despair? No! You have everything! What makes you so special? What makes you so special?!"

His voice echoed in the empty imperial study, like the howl of a wounded beast.

Yun Yi looked at him without saying a word.

Mo Wendao was panting heavily, his blood pills surging wildly within his body, trying to break free from the force pressing down on him.

He raised his head and stared intently at Yun Yi, his single eye filled with madness.

"It's not fair...this isn't fair...why?"

"Why should I struggle in hell? Why can you get everything so easily? Why? Why?!"

"That damned paradise, always talking about fairness—"

"Is this what it calls fairness?"

"Hahaha!!!"

He laughed like a madman, he laughed like a vengeful ghost.

Then, the laughter stopped abruptly.

He looked up at Yun Yi.

In that single eye, there was bloodlust, hatred, and madness—and then, all emotions vanished.

Only one thing remains.

Resolute.

"If you won't let me live, then nobody else will."

He suddenly bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The blood wasn't red, it was golden—the life essence of a Golden Core cultivator, each drop condensing all his cultivation, all his blood and qi, and all his life force.

The golden essence blood exploded in the air, transforming into a huge blood-red magic circle that enveloped his entire body.

"With my life, I offer this sacrifice to Heaven and Earth."

"With my soul, I offer myself to the underworld."

"With my blood, I will annihilate all living beings."

His voice grew lower and deeper, like a curse coming from the depths of the underworld.

A great flash of blood erupted, and the entire capital city trembled.

More blood mist surged from the cracks in the ground, condensing into countless twisted, grotesque faces that emitted piercing screams.

The blood moon in the sky grew increasingly red, so red it looked as if it were about to drip blood.

Mo Wendao's body began to collapse.

Skin cracked, flesh torn away, bones shattered—

But he was still smiling.

"Let's die together—"

His voice no longer sounded human; it was like the simultaneous roar of countless dead souls.

"Let's die together—"

Then, the sound stopped abruptly.

A mouthful of black blood spurted from his mouth.

It's not golden essence blood.

It was black, foul-smelling, and reeking of decay.

Mo Wendao was stunned.

He looked down at the mouthful of black blood, at his own hands—on the crumbling skin, dense black lines emerged, like spider webs, like tree roots, like something alive, spreading through his veins.

"What...what is this?"

His voice trembled, not from fear, but from bewilderment.

He spat out another mouthful of black blood.

This time it was more, thicker, with chunks of meat and fragments of rotting internal organs.

He felt his power draining away—not the kind that Yun Yi had taken away, but a different kind.

It felt as if something was slowly, bit by bit, gnawing away at his life from within him.

"What...what did you do to me?"

He looked up at Yun Yi, his single eye filled with terror.

Yun Yi did not answer.

He stood there, looking at Mo Wendao, his face expressionless.

"I did it."

A voice came from the ruins.

Mo Wendao suddenly turned his head.

Zhou Zhen emerged from the shadows.

He was covered in wounds and his clothes were tattered, but his steps were steady.

He walked up to Yun Yi, stopped, turned around, and looked at Mo Wendao.

The moonlight fell on his face, illuminating the smile on his lips.