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

The dragon was also surprised: "How did you know?"

Yun Yi smiled but remained silent.

In his eyes, the bloodline structure of this dragon was no different from the blueprints of disassembled parts.

It's immediately clear where the connection is blocked or not connected.

He looked at you a few more times, then suddenly asked, "Who altered your bloodline?"

The dragon's body stiffened. "You…"

Its eyes blinked back and forth, as if it had remembered something extremely frightening.

Seeing its reaction, Yun Yi became even more certain.

This dragon was indeed bred by humans.

"Tell me, I'm very interested in the person behind you."

Upon hearing this, the dragon trembled even more violently.

"No, I can't say... I can't mention that person's name... I'll die... I'll die..."

Yunyi didn't press it any further.

Because he sensed it too.

An extremely powerful aura was rapidly approaching from the depths of the demon realm.

It was far stronger than the dragon in front of them, so fast it seemed to tear through space itself, carrying undisguised domineering power and rage.

Yun Yi turned around and looked in that direction.

coming.

This is the moment he's been waiting for.

The dragon sensed it too, and its entire body involuntarily went limp, burying its head deep into the earth, its whole body trembling uncontrollably.

"It's...it's the king..."

Yun Yi was not afraid.

The corners of his mouth even turned up a little more.

"king?"

He repeated softly, his gaze never leaving the direction from which the aura was coming from.

"That's perfect."

"Let me see who nurtured all of my 'materials'."

The words fell.

A figure landed on the opposite bank of the lake.

The entire body of water suddenly became quiet.

The dragon, which had been writhing in agony, now buried its head deep in the mud, holding its breath and daring not to make a sound.

Yun Yi gazed at the figure on the opposite shore of the lake, his eyes gradually narrowing.

That was a dragon.

At least to the naked eye, it is a real dragon.

Its nearly 10,000-meter-long body stretches across the mountains, its dark blue scales reflecting a cold, eerie light under the moonlight.

The dragon's head was lowered, its two horns pointed to the sky like ancient trees, and its whiskers moved without wind. Every sway of its whiskers stirred the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, as if the entire demon realm was breathing with it.

Dragon's Might.

The genuine Longwei.

Just by standing there, the demons within a hundred miles immediately lay prostrate on the ground, and the lake dared not ripple even slightly.

Yun Yi could sense that this dragon's might was still a hair's breadth away from that of a real dragon, but it was already extremely close.

If his spacetime laws hadn't been nearly perfected, this aura alone would have been enough to make him suffocate.

He stood on the lake shore, the figure of a six-year-old child contrasting absurdly with the ten-thousand-meter-long dragon-like structure on the opposite bank.

But there was no fear on his face; he simply and quietly observed the other person.

The dragon was also sizing him up.

A moment later, a deep, rumbling sound came from the dragon's head, echoing through the mountains.

"interesting."

Just three words, carrying a heartfelt curiosity and playfulness.

Then Yun Yi saw that the ten-thousand-meter-long dragon body began to shrink rapidly.

The dragon's body, claws, and tail—its massive outline—rapidly collapsed and deformed, transforming into a blurry humanoid shape.

A few breaths later, a boy who also looked to be about six years old landed on the opposite bank of the lake.

Her black hair fell to her shoulders and was casually tied back with a dark blue-black rope. She was shirtless.

His skin was a light bronze color, as if it had been tempered by the sun and demonic power.

Despite his slender frame, he exuded a sense of oppression that was completely out of character for his age.

His eyes were dark gold, with a primal and violent light flowing deep within his vertical pupils.

Her small face had clean features, but the smile on her lips was too flamboyant, so flamboyant that it seemed to seep out from her bones, like a wild beast that had just woken up and saw a small insect crawling by its burrow.

The next second, he took a step forward.

There was no wind, no sound.

He appeared directly in front of Yun Yi less than ten feet away, the broken grass stems not even having time to bend over.

Yun Yi didn't move.

Kurosawa didn't approach any closer, but stood at that distance, his dark golden vertical pupils scanning Yun Yi back and forth with a pure and curious gaze, as if he were studying something.

He observed very carefully, scrutinizing every inch from the hair to the skin, from the bones to the qi.

The more I looked, the brighter the light in my eyes became.

"Tsk tsk tsk." He suddenly laughed, unable to suppress his excitement. "Truly a perfect creation."

Yun Yi raised an eyebrow.

"You're an authority user too, aren't you?" Kurosawa slightly raised his chin, his gaze still lingering on him. "I see the characteristics of 1,377 different demons in you."

"The eyes of a dragon, the bones of a leopard, the fascia of a bear, the muscle fibers of a wolf, the subcutaneous fat membrane of a golden toad, the shell layer of a black tortoise, the scale arrangement of a cloud-patterned snake, the wing bone structure of a red-crowned crane, the nerve reaction arc of a poisonous centipede, the fascial tissue of a thunder-horned rhinoceros, the tendon elasticity of a moon fox..."

He rattled off dozens of names in one breath, his speech accelerating, his eyes growing brighter, and finally he shrugged and laughed.

"And that's only what I can recognize."

Yun Yi listened quietly without interrupting.

Kurosawa took another step closer, his gaze landing on Yun Yi's long, emerald-green hair, as if he were looking at some rare treasure:

"But what I can't understand is that you've incorporated so many demonic characteristics without leaving any trace."

"Your appearance is still purely human, with smooth skin and well-proportioned bones. You can't even find a trace of demonization."

"Look at me." Kurosawa tilted his head and raised his hand to brush aside the black hair hanging down his neck.

Yun Yi had already seen it.

From behind the ears to the back of the neck, fine scales are faintly visible, their color distinctly different from the surrounding skin, resembling snake scales that have not yet fully transformed.

"It's more obvious elsewhere, so I won't take it off."

Kurosawa let his hair down, a hint of self-mockery in his smile. "I don't know how much I paid to become like this, but I still can't cover up these marks."

"It can deceive the eye up close, but it can be seen through at a glance by someone who has truly cultivated spiritual insight."

His tone became serious: "Six years ago, I climbed from a two-cent grass carp to the top of the demon realm in just six months."

"In four years, the entire demon realm has come under my rule."

"I spent countless hours searching for those demons with special bloodlines, disassembling them one by one, and then piecing them back together."

"More than 13,000 great demons, 27 demon kings, 4 demon emperors, plus three Flood Dragon Ancestors who are half-step true dragons."

"It took me six years to barely piece myself together into what I am today."

As Kurosawa finished speaking, he took another step forward, his eyes now gleaming with an almost obsessive fervor.

"But I can't see any signs of patchwork on you."

"One thousand three hundred and seventy-seven characteristics of demons, each one perfectly integrated into your body, as if you were born with them."

"This is beyond my entire understanding of bloodline fusion and physical modification."

"How did you manage to do that?"