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

The sky outside the Demon Emperor's Palace had been dyed dark red.

Thick, oppressive clouds pressed down from the horizon, like a pot of boiling black blood. Golden lightning flashed intermittently through the clouds, each flash appearing as if a rift had been torn open in the sky.

Three points of light rapidly approached from high above.

Before the person even arrived, that terrifying pressure had already descended.

The mountains trembled, the earth cracked, and even the demonic energy flowing in the air was forced to retreat to both sides by that oppressive force, like refugees who had encountered a plague god.

Heavenly soldiers.

Three heavenly soldiers.

Clad in silver armor and wielding standard-issue long spears, their faces were as cold as if sculpted from millennia-old ice. They trod upon flowing light, like three divine spears hurled from the heavens, piercing straight into the heart of the demon realm.

"Throughout the Demon Realm, by order of the Heavenly Palace, the extraterrestrial demons shall be eradicated; those who resist shall be killed."

The leading celestial soldier spoke, his voice like the clash of metal and stone, booming across the heavens and earth, causing all the demonic beasts within a hundred miles to prostrate themselves on the ground, trembling in fear.

His voice still echoed, but Kurosawa's figure had already disappeared.

next second.

The space in front of one of the heavenly soldiers suddenly exploded.

Kurosawa stepped out of the void, his demonic aura soaring into the sky like smoke, reaching the heavens.

"Fuck your extermination efforts!"

He roared and opened his arms, and a pitch-black domain suddenly expanded from his body, like a gaping maw of an abyss, swallowing the two heavenly soldiers whole, armor and all.

The moment the domain unfolded, the world lost its color.

Within Kurosawa's territory, everything turned dark red.

The ground looked like skinned flesh, still writhing slightly. The sky resembled churning entrails, steaming with heat.

The air was filled with a pungent, eerie odor, so thick it was almost suffocating.

The two heavenly soldiers were forcibly pulled into it, their pupils suddenly shrinking.

But they were, after all, geniuses among geniuses who fought their way from the lower realm to the heavenly realm, and their fighting instincts were ingrained in their very bones.

He swung his long spear at the same time, and golden light crashed towards the Black Swamp like a raging tide.

"court death!"

The celestial battle formations were almost perfectly coordinated, with two golden beams intersecting to form a cross, carrying destructive celestial power enough to wipe a mountain range off the map.

Kurosawa neither dodged nor avoided the attack.

He stood with both feet in the center of the field, and the figure of the six-year-old child appeared particularly thin in the overwhelming golden light, like a small boat swaying precariously in a raging storm.

But a near-maniacal smile slowly spread across his lips.

"I've been around for six years and I've never killed an immortal before."

"Let's test the waters today."

Then he charged toward the two men.

The core within his body, formed from the essence of the entire demon realm, suddenly exploded at that moment.

Self-destruct.

A powerful being whose strength rivals that of a true immortal abandoned everything, compressing his life, demonic power, domain, and all the meaning of his existence into a single strike.

He only wanted to drag two heavenly soldiers down with him.

A terrifying explosion spread rapidly throughout Kurosawa's territory, and a dark red light engulfed everything.

Beyond the area, the clouds within a radius of tens of thousands of miles were instantly flattened.

In the other direction, Yun Yi stood still, his long, bluish-green hair whipped about by the gust of wind from the distant explosion, his robes fluttering in the wind.

Finally, the heavenly soldier also discovered him.

"And accomplices." The soldier spoke coldly, his body still moving, but his long spear was already raised high.

He was too confident.

In front of me was just a child who looked to be five or six years old. Although his aura was a bit outrageous, so what?

Even if it really is an extraterrestrial demon, it's just a six-year-old extraterrestrial demon. What is there to fear?

He was born into a medium-sized sect in the lower realm. He reached the Foundation Establishment stage at thirteen, the Core Formation stage at twenty, the Nascent Soul stage at thirty, and the Deity Transformation stage at one hundred. After a thousand years, he underwent the Heavenly Tribulation and ascended to the Heavenly Realm to become a Heavenly Soldier.

A thousand years of cultivation, a thousand years of slaughter.

What kind of people haven't I seen?

What kind of demons haven't I slain?

Even if a six-year-old demon cub is outrageous, how much trouble can he possibly cause?

But the next moment, the contempt on his face froze.

Yun Yi didn't move, but simply raised one hand towards him.

"space."

He spoke softly, his voice devoid of any emotion, as if he were talking about something utterly ordinary.

The heavenly soldier felt as if the space around him had instantly frozen.

His movements, his thoughts, the immortal power flowing within him, and even the spiritual light emanating from the long halberd in his hand were all locked by an invisible force.

Like an insect trapped in amber, even struggling has become a luxury.

Then, Yun Yi spoke.

"Your world has been stretched out."

The heavenly soldier wanted to speak, but he couldn't even move his lips.

His consciousness was still functioning, but he could only watch helplessly as the space around him was peeled away, unfolded, and stretched layer by layer, like a painting being dismantled into countless thin lines.

His body was being bound by those thin threads, one by one.

First came the armor.

Then comes the circulation of immortal energy.

Then come immortal bones, immortal blood, and immortal soul.

Yun Yi stood there, his six-year-old figure appearing remarkably calm amidst the crimson light.

He looked at the heavenly soldier as if he were looking at a disassembled, extremely complex toy.

"Heavenly soldiers, so that's how it is."

He said softly.

Time and space both begin to accelerate simultaneously.

The celestial soldier's originally immortal body, which had lasted for ten thousand years, began to disintegrate little by little under the crushing force of the two laws, turning into countless tiny fragments of light, like shattered glass sculptures, dissipating one by one between heaven and earth.

Once everything had settled down, Yun Yi withdrew his hand.

He closed his eyes and sensed the information he had just analyzed.

The structure of the celestial soldiers, the way celestial power operates, the rules of the celestial realm, and the most crucial element—the mark of submission imprinted by the Heavenly Palace.

"not bad."

He muttered something under his breath, then turned and looked in the direction where Kurosawa had self-destructed.

That area has become a wasteland.

For miles around, not a blade of grass grows; even the ground has been sheared away by several feet.

Kurosawa's aura completely dissipated.

Yun Yi stood still, looking down at the small, dark gold egg covered in cracks.

A faint light seeped out from the crack, carrying an extremely weak pulse of life, like a dying heart stubbornly beating on its last legs.

"You're lucky to be alive."

He tucked the egg into his pocket, raised his head, and looked at the land that had been ravaged by the battle.

For miles around, everything was scorched earth.

The power of Kurosawa's self-destruction was too terrifying. The two heavenly soldiers didn't even leave behind their bones, only a huge, bottomless crater on the ground. The soil at the edges had been melted into a glassy state by the high temperature, and it gleamed with an eerie luster under the dark red skylight.

Yun Yi's gaze passed over the ruins and landed in the distance.

Chilong.

The crimson dragon originally resided in the underground palace, nourished by the evil energy of the entire demon realm and the dragon veins of the Black Swamp. In addition, the exquisite sealing formation locked away its last remaining traces of life.

Even when Yun Yi passed by before, he could only vaguely sense a very faint trace of dragon energy.

But now, the underground palace has been mostly destroyed by the explosion.

The red dragon's body was exposed to the air.

It's called a body, but in reality, all that's left is a dragon skin and a dragon ball.

The dragon's skin lay spread out, its crimson scales gleaming like blood under the dark red light of the demon realm. The dragon's body, tens of thousands of feet long, stretched between the mountain ridges, like a dried-up crimson river.

The Dragon Ball, about the size of a fist, floated above the dragon's head. Its surface was wreathed in a layer of crimson-gold flames. Even without a physical body, it continued to slowly rotate, releasing a terrifying energy.

That energy wasn't violent; rather, it was extremely restrained, like a sleeping sun, burning quietly.

Yun Yi looked at the dragon ball.

Kurosawa previously stated that the most valuable parts of the Red Dragon had already been taken away, leaving only the Dragon Balls and the Dragon Skin.

Perhaps that's the case for Kurosawa.

He cultivates the demonic path and refines his physical body. No matter how pure the energy in the Dragon Ball is, it is incompatible with his way of life. Forcibly refining it would only cause trouble.

But for Yun Yi, it was not like that at all.

The Dragon Balls are the most essential part of this red dragon.

That is the very essence of the dragon race, purer than dragon blood, more stable than dragon soul, and harder than dragon bones.

A complete Dragon Ball contains over 90% of the Red Dragon's profound insights and energy essence from his lifetime.

Kurosawa didn't touch it because he didn't dare to.

The energy contained within the Dragon Balls is far too violent; even Kurosawa at his absolute strongest might not dare to touch them. One wrong move, and he would be utterly annihilated.

Yun Yi had no intention of getting involved.

He planned to watch it directly.

See through it.

Yun Yi took a step forward.

With this step, he had moved from the center of the ruins to the Dragon Ball.

He wasn't even as big as the Dragon Ball. He tilted his head back, and the crimson-gold firelight reflected on his delicate profile, giving his long, bluish-green hair a warm hue.

He opened his eyes.

The eye of truth, open.

hum.

In that instant, the Dragon Balls changed in his vision.

It is no longer a bead.

Countless pieces of information rushed toward him like a storm, centered on the Dragon Ball, and were disassembled and unfolded bit by bit.

The energy structure inside the Dragon Balls was far more complex than he had imagined.

Those crimson-gold flames were not ordinary dragon flames, but the fire of laws accumulated by the crimson dragon over tens of thousands of years of life. Each wisp of flame contained a trace of its understanding of the Great Dao of Fire.

Deep within the flames lies a ball of extremely pure dragon essence.

The Dragon Essence resembled a miniature sun, suspended at the center of the Dragon Pearl. Although small in size, its density and purity were inconceivably high. Just looking at it, Yun Yi could feel the terrifying energy contained within, enough to incinerate everything within a radius of ten thousand miles.

Yunyi's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Analysis begins.

This process is not easy.

Even with his current soul strength, he would need to disassemble and digest this dragon pearl, which embodies the essence of a true dragon's entire life, bit by bit.

Those imprints of law seemed to have their own will, constantly resisting external probing. The analysis of each law was like a silent struggle with the soul of a dead dragon.

He wasn't in a hurry.

The dragon skin can be set aside for now, since it can be analyzed at any time.

What we need to do now is to thoroughly understand this Dragon Ball.

Time passed little by little.

Yun Yi stood motionless in front of the Dragon Ball.

His consciousness was completely immersed in analyzing the Dragon Balls, and everything outside was irrelevant to him.

The wind blew through his hair, and the distant firelight reflected in his pupils, making him look like an exquisitely beautiful sculpture.

He blinked, not knowing how much time had passed.

Analysis complete.

All the internal structure, energy attributes, and laws of the Dragon Ball were clearly imprinted in his mind.

This also includes the Crimson Dragon's most core innate divine power.

Burning Heaven True Dragon Flame.

Yun Yi exhaled, a slight smile playing on his lips.

made money.

Dragon essence, Dragon Ball structure, Fire Law, Dragon Flame Divine Power—this wave directly extracted the most valuable things from the Dragon Ball.

As for that dragon skin...

Yun Yi turned his head and looked over.

The dragon skin and scales were instantly dissected.

Although these two items are not as valuable as the Dragon Balls, the defensive structure of the dragon scales and the toughness of the dragon skin are still excellent materials for him.

This information will be useful in the future if we need to shape a physical body or create armor.

After doing all this, he looked up at the sky.

That heavenly gate is still open.

Golden-white beams of light poured down from the clouds, connecting the sky and the earth. Several figures could be vaguely seen slowly descending within them, their auras powerful yet cold. Each of them was several times stronger than the celestial soldier he had just analyzed.

Yun Yi glanced at it once and then looked away.

He gently shook his head.

Although he is quite powerful now, he doesn't yet know how deep the waters of the Heavenly Realm run.

We should not underestimate the people of the world.

Perfect timing, we can change our route and go see Adou.

That kid seems to be in a bad situation right now; I wonder if he can hold on.

He took one last look at the horizon, turned around, and took a step forward.

The figure disappeared from the spot.