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

The sound came from afar and approached.

Before the sound had even fully landed, the killing intent had already filled the entire secret chamber, as if someone had solidified the entire mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood and then forcibly stuffed it into this small space.

The stone door to the secret chamber, weighing over ten thousand pounds, exploded into dust with a muffled thud.

Before the stone chips could even scatter, Kurosawa's figure had already rushed in.

Like a black lightning bolt, no, more violent than lightning.

He was enveloped in a demonic aura that seemed to burn through the air. The face of a six-year-old child was twisted and deformed by extreme rage, his mouth almost splitting to his ears. His dark golden vertical pupils surged with undisguised killing intent. He was like a ferocious beast that had finally been driven to the brink of despair.

The Red Dragon is gone.

The red dragon's corpse, which he had spent so many years and poured his heart and soul into obtaining, had actually been hollowed out from the inside.

Apart from the dragon ball and the dragon skin that he considered no longer of much use, everything else was gone.

Dragon bones, dragon tendons, dragon blood, dragon soul, dragon veins.

It's all gone.

But when he rushed into the secret room and saw the calm on Yun Yi's face that could almost be described as serene, the anger that was about to burn through his skull subsided as if an invisible hand had pressed him into ice water.

The murderous intent remained.

But reason returned.

Kurosawa stood before the shattered stone gate, panting heavily like an enraged bull. His chest heaved violently as he managed to suppress the murderous intent that was almost overwhelming his reason, and he stared intently at Yun Yi.

Yun Yi remained seated on the futon, neither dodging nor avoiding, his aura remaining completely still as he quietly watched him.

Kurosawa took a deep breath.

I took another puff.

Then, he gritted his teeth and said, "My Crimson Dragon has been hollowed out from the inside."

"Apart from the Dragon Balls and a useless dragon skin, everything else is gone."

Yun Yi didn't speak.

Kurosawa continued, "You were the first person I suspected."

"Because only someone with the same level of authority could steal the Crimson Dragon from me without me noticing."

"But after thinking about it, I think you are actually the least suspicious."

Yun Yi was slightly taken aback.

To be honest, he was ready to fight the moment the other side rushed in.

He had even mentally rehearsed the follow-up plan—after the battle, he could analyze the Dragon Balls and the remaining Dragon Skins as well, since they were all freebies anyway.

But what does the other person mean by those words?

Am I not the prime suspect?

Kurosawa seemed to see the fleeting confusion in his eyes and sneered, "Don't look at me like that."

"Although I don't like to use my brain, I'm not so bad as to not see through such a simple situation."

He paced back and forth in the secret room, his footsteps making a dull thud on the floor tiles. Although his tone was still angry, it had calmed down considerably.

"I introduced you here, and I also took you to see the Red Dragon."

"No matter how you look at it, you are the prime suspect."

"But precisely because you are the prime suspect, it's actually impossible for you to be the one."

"Because if you steal it, you'll face my relentless pursuit."

"I don't believe you would make such a deadly enemy of mine on my territory over a dead dragon's body."

"Besides, you're still here; you haven't run away."

Kurosawa stopped and turned to look at Yun Yi. His dark golden vertical pupils flashed with a cold light, like two poisoned daggers.

"So, someone is trying to sow discord."

"And that person, without a doubt, is the one who brought more than ten thousand reincarnators into this world."

"The most likely person to be able to steal the dragon's body right under my nose is that unknown authority user I've never seen before."

"Moreover, not long after my dragon body was stolen, the Heavenly Palace sent people down to the mortal realm to cleanse us extraterrestrial demons."

"The timing was too perfect, so perfect that it's hard not to be suspicious."

"It's obvious they're waiting for us to fight so they can attract all those people from the Heavenly Palace in the lower realms."

"Then, the person who set us up can sit back and reap the benefits."

"Very good, very good. As expected of someone who dares to maliciously interfere with the cycle of reincarnation, what a brilliant scheme."

After listening to this reasoning, Yun Yi's expression gradually changed from calm to subtle.

He looked at Kurosawa, a strange glint in his eyes that even he himself wasn't aware of.

This logic...

It seems to make sense.

It was so smooth that he began to doubt whether he had actually been tricked by the person who maliciously interfered with the cycle of reincarnation.

He thought about it carefully, and then felt that something was not right.

However, for the time being, no obvious flaws could be found.

From Kurosawa's perspective, the reasoning is indeed interconnected, with each step being self-consistent.

From Kurosawa's perspective, this is almost the only explanation.

Seeing that Yun Yi's eyes were somewhat unfocused, Kurosawa became even more certain of his judgment.

He suddenly smiled, a smile that was much more natural than before, and even revealed his two distinctive pointed little tiger teeth.

"Therefore, we must not become enemies."

He walked to Yun Yi's side, suppressed the last trace of murderous intent, and put on that carefree and arrogant smile again.

"We have to join forces and find that damn guy and take him down."

"Perfect timing. With the information you provided, I've completely reintegrated my current body."

"Although I am missing that red dragon, I am still confident that I can transform into a true dragon body that is truly immortal and indestructible."

"But before that, we need to clear out these Heavenly Palace scum."

Kurosawa's eyes turned fierce again, like two drawn swords.

"We need to be as fast as possible."

"Although there are only three Heavenly Palace soldiers, even these soldiers have the potential to become immortals."

"If they really let themselves fight freely in the demon realm, my place will be completely gone."

"I've made up my mind. I'm going to go and take two of them down with me."

Yun Yi turned his head, but before he could speak, Hei Ze continued.

"I no longer intend to use this body."

"Anyway, we need to develop a true dragon body as soon as possible, so there's no point in keeping this body."

"Rather than let it rot slowly, we'd rather use it to save the lives of two heavenly soldiers."

"I'll make two, and you can have the last one."

Yun Yi blinked.

Is that all... done distributing them?

He hadn't quite caught up with the other person's train of thought yet.

But heavenly soldiers...

He hasn't analyzed the Heavenly Soldiers yet.

After all, they are beings who have achieved immortality in the celestial realm, and there is definitely a fundamental difference between them and cultivators in the lower realms.

The structure, energy system, and law imprints should contain some things he has never seen before.

Worth a look.

"OK."

Yun Yi nodded.

"But I didn't expect you to trust me so much, it makes me a little uncomfortable."

Kurosawa chuckled, his laughter carrying the arrogance and recklessness typical of youth.

"I believe in self-interest. Now that we share the same goal, believing in you is believing in myself."

After saying that, he didn't linger any longer, turned around and strode outside, his long black hair fluttering wildly amidst the swirling demonic energy.

"Let's go, don't keep those Heavenly Palace bastards waiting."