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

Yun Yi didn't answer his question, but simply tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on his face, his voice calm:

"What's your name?"

Kurosawa was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

"My name is Kurosawa."

"As you can see, a person with authority, just like you."

He spoke frankly, showing no intention of concealing his identity.

Yun Yi nodded, his tone indifferent: "Yun Yi."

Kurosawa's smile remained unchanged; he merely raised an eyebrow slightly.

"So it was Yun Yi."

He didn't show any extra emotion, still maintaining that somewhat cynical look, with the corners of his mouth curving up to reveal a pair of sharp little tiger teeth.

Yun Yi paused for a moment, then spoke:

Do you know me?

"I don't know him."

"I've visited quite a few authorized users, but I've never seen anyone like you who can achieve such a perfect level of integration."

Yun Yi didn't pick up on that topic, instead changing the subject: "You just said that all the demons in this demon realm were modified by you?"

Kurosawa raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Not bad, every single one."

"Your training methods are quite interesting," Yun Yi said.

Kurosawa laughed heartily, turned and pointed to several enormous, bone-shaped structures nestled among the distant mountains, his tone filled with undisguised pride:

"I designed all of those myself. They simulated the living environment of the ancient demon race, combined with bloodline grafting and targeted cultivation."

"Start with low-level demons, screen out those with potential, disassemble the best parts of them, transplant them into higher-level hosts, and then repeatedly stimulate their bloodline, cleanse them with demonic power, and purify them layer by layer until I get something I'm satisfied with."

"The entire demon realm is both my hunting ground and my experimental field."

He turned back, his dark golden vertical pupils reflecting Yun Yi's excessively refined face.

"My ultimate goal is to forge a real dragon."

"Now, only the final step remains."

Yun Yi knew what he was talking about.

It is not a pseudo-dragon pieced together, but a true dragon that has truly transformed at the level of life and lives as long as heaven and earth.

"Originally, I came here to cause you trouble," Kurosawa suddenly spoke, his tone as light as if he were chatting about what to eat later, "After all, you messed with my experimental subjects."

He paused, his gaze hardening.

"But now, I've changed my mind."

"Yunyi, we are both authorized users, and we are walking the same path."

"I rely on bloodlines, you are a fusion of all things."

"You can perfectly integrate the characteristics of more than a thousand kinds of monsters, but I am still stuck in the bottleneck of piecing them together."

"So, how about we make a deal?"

Yun Yi didn't speak, but just looked at him quietly.

Kurosawa held up two fingers, laughing wildly:

"Tell me, how do you achieve a perfect fusion of bloodlines without leaving a trace?"

"In exchange, the entire demon realm is yours, including my complete method for bloodline cultivation and demon power purification."

Yun Yi remained silent for a moment.

Then he smiled.

"You certainly know how to do business."

"However, what you said is indeed somewhat useful to me."

Kurosawa's eyes lit up: "So you agree?"

Yun Yi nodded.

"The deal is possible."

Kurosawa revealed his bright white fangs with a radiant smile.

Yunyi extended his hand.

A fair and slender hand, almost translucent in the moonlight.

Kurosawa looked down at the hand, then at Yun Yi's exquisitely handsome face, and his lips twitched.

"Honestly, the way you look right now makes me want to protect you."

Yun Yi remained unfazed: "I'm a man."

"I know," Kurosawa laughed even harder, "but it's really cute."

Yun Yi's gaze turned cold.

Kurosawa immediately raised his hands in surrender, grinned, and reached out his own hand, lightly touching the other's.

"Just kidding, don't do it."

"It's a pleasure working with you, Yunyi."

After he finished speaking, he said seriously, "Let's go, I'll take you to my Demon Emperor's Palace."

"You'll soon see what kind of monster I've raised all these years."

Yun Yi raised an eyebrow: "A monster?"

Kurosawa grinned: "Of course. The Heavenly Palace killed so many of our compatriots, shouldn't we seek revenge?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and walked into the depths of the demon realm.

Yun Yi followed.

……

On the other side, the ruins of the Qingyun Sect.

Gu Wenxun gazed at the figure engulfed by demonic energy on the distant mountain peak, hesitated for less than two breaths, and then made his decision.

He put the four children on the ground, formed a mudra with his ten fingers, and touched the center of his forehead with one finger.

"Don't blame me for being ruthless, blame this messed-up world."

As soon as he finished speaking, he trembled violently, and his eyes gleamed with a ghostly blue light.

Deep within the pupil, two extremely fine runes spun rapidly, like two array plates embedded in the eye.

He slowly raised his hand and gently grabbed Chen Dou.

"The soul returns."

An extremely strange power surged from his palm, carrying an aura that did not belong to this world, and spread towards Chen Dou like a wisp of silk.

The silk threads were so fine that they were almost imperceptible; only those with extremely high spiritual cultivation could perceive them.

They passed through the demonic energy, through the night wind, through the burning ruins, and finally landed on the scorched earth at Chen Dou's feet.

Gu Wenxun's forehead veins bulged.

"Where...where..."

His eyes shone with intense blue light, and black blood began to spill from his mouth and nose.

Soul Search.

He was using an extremely unorthodox and forbidden technique to forcibly scan the remaining fragments of souls in this world.

Chen Ya died too quickly.

A mortal being struck head-on by a full-force attack from a Golden Core cultivator would have his soul unable to withstand the impact of that energy for more than an instant, and would be torn to pieces almost as soon as his physical body shattered.

But Gu Wenxun did not believe in superstition.

They have reincarnated hundreds of times, and all they have is a multitude of methods.

"Found it!"

He gave a low shout, and suddenly stretched out his other hand, tapping the air a few times with his five fingers.

A rune flew from the fingertip, exploded in mid-air, and transformed into hundreds of dark blue light threads that shot out in all directions.

The light filaments disappeared into the void, and a moment later, several extremely faint white light spots were forcibly pulled out.

His eyes had become two bloody holes, and black blood was flowing down his cheeks.

"Come back here!"

He bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood in front of him.

The white light spot seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, trembling as it flew towards him.

The essence and blood did not fall to the ground; instead, they transformed into a semi-transparent film that completely enveloped the fragments.

Gu Wenxun, panting heavily, casually pulled over the corpse of a Qingyun Sect elder, reached into his sleeve, and pulled out a small porcelain bottle.

There were three pills in the bottle. Without even looking at them, he poured them all into his mouth.

"This time, I've really gone all out."

While swallowing the pill, he took out a few spirit stones and a talisman, and without even blinking, he began to set up the formation.

It's a long story, but from Chen Dou's madness to Gu Wenxun's attack, it only took a few dozen breaths.