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

By the fifth year, less than one-tenth of the extraterrestrial demons in the lower realm remained.

Of the more than 10,000 reincarnators who originally flocked to this world, only a handful survived the continuous bloody purges carried out by the Heavenly Palace.

They dared not show themselves, dared not form groups, and hid in the most dangerous and remote places in the lower realm, like frightened birds, wishing they could even hold their breath to a thread.

That year was the most turbulent year in the mortal realm.

A great battle broke out in the western border of the human realm.

The whereabouts of an authorized user were exposed, attracting a siege from the Heavenly Palace.

That person was also a ruthless character. After being driven into a corner, he used himself as a trap to set up a deadly formation.

In that battle, thirty-three cities in the western region were reduced to ashes, mountains and rivers were severed, the earth cracked, and even the sky seemed to have been ripped open with a wound that would never heal.

The twelve heavenly soldiers who pursued him, along with a heavenly general, all perished.

The Heavenly Palace was enraged.

The Heavenly Emperor personally issued an edict, ordering Xuan Tian Zhenjun to lead the heavenly army on a western expedition to annihilate the remaining extraterrestrial demons.

Thus, from the sixth to the eighth year, the western border was completely turned into a battlefield.

The chase and counter-chase between the heavenly soldiers and the authority holder lasted for two whole years.

The person with the authority was like a ferocious beast driven to the brink of destruction, repeatedly wounded, escaping, and launching counterattacks.

Ultimately, there was no further news.

In the end, the Reincarnators were almost wiped out. Occasionally, one or two would show their tracks, but they were driven by the mad idea of ​​mutual destruction.

After ten years, the mortal realm finally fell silent.

It was eerily quiet.

Mortals dared not speak loudly, dared not walk with their heads up, and even dared not laugh too loudly, for fear that if they took the wrong breath, they would attract the white-robed immortals who would descend from the sky to claim their lives.

The heavenly soldiers seemed finally satisfied.

They began to gradually withdraw to the Celestial Realm, leaving only a small number of people stationed in various sects to continue monitoring any movement in the Lower Realm.

The path to heaven is not closed.

The enormous gate of light still hangs in the sky, with white-gold pillars of light pouring down day and night, demonstrating the Heavenly Palace's absolute control over the mortal realm.

After the mortal realm was cleared out, the people of the Heavenly Palace belatedly realized that there was a place they had overlooked.

Demon world.

During that great purge, some people escaped into the demon realm.

Moreover, traces of spatial laws seem to remain in that direction.

But for some reason, the Heavenly Palace ultimately did not send troops deeper into the Demon Realm.

More accurately, they sent.

None of the people sent in returned alive.

From then on, the demon realm became a mysterious blank in the Heavenly Palace's purge order.

No one mentioned it anymore.

Nobody dared to go.

……

The human realm is a sea of ​​illusion.

The Sea of ​​Illusion is not a sea, but a vast swamp shrouded in grayish-white mist all year round.

The spiritual energy here is chaotic, the laws are thin, and even divine sense cannot penetrate it.

It is one of the notorious "forbidden areas" in the lower realm.

Meanwhile, deep within the Sea of ​​Illusion, a battle completely beyond the comprehension of the lower realm is erupting.

boom--!

The thick, grayish-white fog was blasted open, creating a hole several miles in circumference. The mud churned, water vapor rose, and the entire swamp looked as if it had been violently ripped up from the bottom.

A figure flew backward, carving a deep and long furrow in the mud.

The man was shrouded in black mist, half of his face was covered by a thin layer of black lines, and a sinister blue light flickered deep within his right eye.

It was that reincarnated being whose body housed an immortal demon.

Just as he regained his footing, another terrifying attack came crashing down from the opposite side.

"You fucking listen to my explanation—!"

The reincarnator roared hoarsely, but all he received in return was an even more ferocious attack.

"Explanation? Explain what?"

The person opposite him was shirtless, with a muscular build like an iron tower, and a head of messy hair that hung down his shoulders. His whole body was emanating a faint red aura of blood.

That was the "worldly aura" unique to immortals in the mortal realm.

This person is the one who was born in a cesspool and later cultivated himself into an immortal in the mortal world.

His expression at that moment could only be described in four words.

He was so angry that he laughed instead.

"Do you fucking know what I was like when I first entered this world?"

With each step he took, the entire swamp trembled three times.

"They're maggots."

"Maggots in the latrine."

"The kind that arches in a row."

"For a full two weeks, I lived in shit."

"Do you know what that feels like? I've reincarnated a thousand times, what kind of suffering haven't I endured? But it's fucking shit! It's shit!"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, and then raised his hand to throw a punch.

The punch was unleashed, and the gray-white mist above the Sea of ​​Illusion was dispersed by the aftershock. A pale red fist aura tore through the air, carrying a world-destroying force, and smashed towards the Reincarnator.

The reincarnator's pupils contracted, and he frantically activated the undead demonic power within his body, condensing three black demonic shields in front of him.

The fist's energy slammed into the magic shield.

The first step: break.

The second step is to break it up.

The third one also broke.

The reincarnator himself was struck head-on by the remaining force, his entire body exploding in mid-air, half of it flying out, black blood splattering everywhere.

But soon, the scattered black blood seemed to come alive, swirling back from all directions and reforming into his body.

Immortal evil.

Immortal and indestructible.

"Listen to me! It wasn't me! I'm a victim too!"

The one in reincarnation roared desperately.

He felt so frustrated.

He had no desire to come to this world, nor did he intend to track down Yun Yi, the person with the authority.

But that damned immortal demon had taken a liking to him and insisted on using his body to take revenge.

You can take your revenge, but why should you use my body?

Can't I do it myself?

Although he relied on the immortal demon's techniques and secret arts to evade the Heavenly Palace's repeated purges, he also secretly pushed his strength to the point of becoming an immortal in a different way.

Life was going well. If I could just hold on a little longer and find an opportunity to kill a privileged user, I could return to normal life.

Today, this madman suddenly showed up at my door and, without saying a word, launched into three soul-searching questions:

"Are you a privileged individual or a reincarnator?"

Do you know why so many reincarnated beings come to this world?

"Is this accident related to you?"

This series of questions completely baffled him.

Before he could react, the other person inexplicably burst into wild laughter:

"So it was you who did it, you motherfucker!"

Then they attacked.

Honestly, what did he do?

"Still denying it was you?"

The mortal immortal authority holder's smile grew even more sinister. "The day I was reincarnated as a maggot, I swore an oath—don't let me find out which authority holder attracted so many reincarnators."

"Now that I've caught you, do you still dare to say you're not?"

"I'm not a privileged individual! I'm just a reincarnator! It was that undead demon who insisted on coming, I..."

"Immortal evil?"

The smile on the authorized person's face became even more distorted.

"I don't care if you're an immortal demon or a demon destined to die, I just want you to experience my pain too."

"I'll throw you into a cesspool and leave you there for a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand years, only then can I quell the hatred in my heart!"

The reincarnator opened his mouth, as if to say something.

But the other side didn't give him a chance and charged at him again.

He discovered in despair that he was no match for them at all.

"This madman is going to kill us."

"If you don't come out soon, I can't take it anymore!"

The black-robed reincarnator screamed in agony.

"Fine."

The voice of the undead demon suddenly rang in his mind, deep and ancient, carrying a chilling aura that seemed to freeze the soul.

"It's been about time. It's time to show you what a true immortal demon really is."

The black-robed reincarnator's expression changed drastically.

He realized what the other person wanted to do.

"No, old demon, you can't do this... I..."

"Rest assured, I will not ruin you."

The voice of the Undying Demon carried a hint of soothing, but more than that, it was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"I will only... temporarily take over."