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

Several more years passed.

Mu Yu came to find Yun Yi.

She's getting old too.

Although the gene-enhancing fluid extended her lifespan, more than three hundred years had still left their mark on her face.

Her hair had turned white, and the wrinkles on her face had deepened, but her eyes were still bright.

"His Majesty."

She stood at the door of the Imperial Study, her voice very soft.

Yun Yi looked up at her.

He suddenly noticed that Mu Yu had lost a lot of weight and looked terrible, like a lamp that was about to burn out.

"What's wrong?"

Mu Yu smiled, walked in, and sat down opposite him.

"I'm almost there."

Yun Yi's hand paused.

"With your technology, 300 years should be far more than that, right?"

Mu Yu smiled faintly, a smile that carried an indescribable sense of relief.

"Actually, I'm already satisfied with living 300 years longer."

"I'm just a little sorry, Your Majesty."

"For some reason, I'm unable to research any technology related to the stars."

Yun Yi remained silent for a long time.

"Is there anything you want to do?"

Mu Yu thought for a moment.

"I want to see the moon again."

"Together with you."

The moon was very round and bright that night.

Yun Yi had her bed carried to the highest tower in the imperial city, where she lay down under the moonlight.

The silvery light fell on her aged face, making her white hair look like snow.

Do you remember?

She suddenly spoke up, "Those questions you asked me when we first met."

"Remember."

"You ask me if I've ever slept, eaten a real meal, seen a real flower, heard a real bird sing, or tried sitting on the grass watching the sun set."

She smiled, a very light and faint smile, yet it carried an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

"Now I can answer all of these questions."

"I have slept, eaten real food, seen real flowers, heard real birdsong, and watched the sun set many times."

"Together with you."

Yun Yi remained silent.

Mu Yu turned her head and looked at him.

"You know, in that world, nobody treated me like a human being."

"You're the first one."

"You make me feel like a human being."

She paused.

"Thank you."

The moonlight fell on her face.

Her eyes were closed, but a faint, content smile lingered on her lips.

Yun Yi sat beside her, motionless.

The moon moves from east to west, and the stars light up one by one, then dim again.

It's almost dawn.

He stood up and walked back to the palace.

In the imperial study, memorials were still piled on the desk, the tea was still warm, and the ink in the inkstone had just been ground.

Everything was the same as when he first sat here, yet nothing was the same.

He sat on the dragon throne and closed his eyes.

Three days later, Mu Yu left.

Yun Yi did not go to see him off.

He sat in the imperial study, reviewing memorials all day long.

When I got to the last one, I stopped writing.

A drop of ink fell on the paper, slowly spreading like a black flower.

He put the memorial aside, stood up, and walked to the window.

Outside the window, the sun is setting. The sunset glow has turned half the sky red, like a huge golden ribbon spread across the heavens.

Very beautiful.

More beautiful than anything else.

"His Majesty."

Wei Long's voice came from outside the door, "A message has come from the Heavenly Prison; Mo Wendao wishes to see you."

Yun Yi did not turn around.

"I understand."

Deep within the prison, Mo Wendao leaned against the wall, so thin he was just skin and bones.

Its single eye was half-open, like a lamp about to go out.

Hearing footsteps, he opened his eyes and looked at Yun Yi standing outside the cell.

More than three hundred years have passed, and Yunyi has grown old.

His hair was completely white, and the wrinkles on his face were deep, but his back was still straight, and his eyes were still so calm, as calm as a bottomless pool of water.

"You've arrived."

Mo Wendao's voice was hoarse, like two stones rubbing together.

This time, unusually, there was no swearing.

Yunyi sat down on a chair outside the cell.

"You wish to see me?"

Mo Wendao remained silent for a long time.

"How...how much longer are you going to stay?"

Yun Yi looked at him.

"When I feel it is time for me to leave."

Mo Wendao fell silent again.

The cell was so quiet you could hear water dripping.

After a long time, he suddenly smiled.

The smile was light and faint, carrying an indescribable emotion.

"Over three hundred years...you've been emperor for over three hundred years...aren't you tired?"

Yun Yi remained silent.

Mo asked again:

"What...do you want?"

"I have said I want your cultivation technique."

Mo Wendao was stunned for a long time.

Then he laughed, a laugh that made his whole body tremble and the chains rattle.

"You...you haven't given up yet? More than three hundred years...you're still waiting?"

Yun Yi looked at him calmly.

"I have plenty of time."

Mo Wendao's laughter stopped abruptly.

He looked at Yun Yi, and suddenly tears welled up in his single eye.

"Three hundred years...you imprisoned me for three hundred years...just for that lousy cultivation technique?"

Yun Yi remained silent.

Mo Wen closed his eyes, and tears slid down his cheeks.

"it is good."

"I'll give it to you."

His voice was very soft, so soft it seemed to shatter in the wind.

I'm tired.

"I'm really tired."

He opened his eyes and looked at Yun Yi.

Listen carefully.

I'll only say it once.

That night, Mo Wendao told Yun Yi every word of the "Three Mysterious Transformations of Asking the Way" and the "Blood Demon Devouring Heaven Technique".

After saying the last word, he leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

"Are you...are you satisfied?"

Yun Yi stood up and looked at him.

"Satisfied."

He turned around and walked outside.

Mo Wendao's voice caught up from behind.

"You...you're not going to kill me?"

Yun Yi did not turn around.

"I told you, I would let you live."

The footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

Mo Wen leaned against the wall, listening to the footsteps disappear at the end of the corridor.

The cell fell silent again, as quiet as a tomb.

He closed his eyes.

Many more years have passed.

Yunyi sat in the imperial study reviewing memorials.

His hands were trembling a little, but he still wrote the words very steadily.

In three hundred years, he transformed the Great Yan Dynasty into the name of the entire world.

As for the two reincarnators who had hidden themselves, he found them as well.

One of them hid in the temple, disguised as an old Taoist priest. He hadn't stepped out since entering the temple gate, and remained hidden there peacefully.

If he hadn't later fallen in love with a woman, who was then forcibly married by a powerful and wealthy man, enraging him to the point of using his abilities to slaughter the entire family of that powerful man—Yun Yi might not have even discovered him.

Of course, Yun Yi didn't kill him.

Just let him live a good life.

He died of old age decades ago.

The last reincarnator was forcibly found by Yun Yi using the Heavenly Mandate Edict.

It was a turtle that lived 10,000 meters below the surface of the ocean.

When he found it, Yunyi remained silent for a long time.

He never expected that someone would be reincarnated as a tortoise.

Even more unexpectedly, this tortoise planned to outlive everyone else by taking advantage of the tortoise species' long lifespan.

Finally, the turtle was boiled into a pot of turtle soup, considered very nourishing.

Yun Yi took the soup bowl to Mo Wendao and chatted with him for the entire night.

No one knows what was said that night.

The next morning, when Yun Yi came out of Mo Wendao's room, his expression was as calm as ever.

Mo Wendao also passed away on that day.

He left quietly.

just now.

He was the last one.

The last reincarnator.

The last person to survive.

He put down his pen, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.

A gentle breeze blew in through the window, carrying the scent of wheat fields and the sound of children reading aloud from a distant school.

As he listened to those sounds, he suddenly felt very quiet.

It was as quiet as it had been many years ago when he first sat in this chair.

【Ding--】

The voice rang out again.

It was devoid of emotion, like something synthesized by a machine, or like the overlapping whispers of countless people at the same time.

[All reincarnators' status changes detected.]

[Remaining reincarnators: 1 person.]

[Survivor of reincarnation: Yun Yi.]

[Judgment: One winner.]

[Start the regression procedure——]

Yun Yi opened his eyes.

"etc."

The ball of light flickered.

"Give me a little more time."

"……how long?"

"one day."

The ball of light remained silent for a moment.

"Can."

Yun Yi stood up and walked out of the imperial study.

He walked along the long palace road, past the Golden Palace, past the Gate of Supreme Harmony, past all the places he had visited for over three hundred years.

As dawn broke, sunlight streamed onto the glazed tiles, making them shimmer and golden, just as he had seen when he first sat there.

He walked up to the city wall and looked down at Kyoto.

The streets were bustling with people: farmers carrying vegetables on shoulder poles, children with schoolbags on their backs, young people riding bicycles, and elderly people basking in the sun with canes.

They laughed, they joked, they lived.

He watched it all day.

The sun rises in the east, slowly climbs to its zenith, and then slowly sets in the west.

The sunset glowed red across half the sky, like a huge golden ribbon spread across the heavens.

Then the stars appeared, one, two, countless, densely packed, like a handful of shattered diamonds.

The moon has come out.

It was round and bright, exactly the same as when he first saw it.

"Let's go."

He turned around and walked down the city wall.

A ball of light appeared before him, its silvery-white glow illuminating his slightly aged face.

[Regression process initiated]

The world faded away before his eyes.

The city walls, the palace, Kyoto, the earth, and the sky, like a painting, were slowly rolled up and rolled into endless darkness.

Then the light returned.

He stood in a pure white space.

There is no sky, no earth, and no reference point.

There was only an endless expanse of white, soft yet not glaring.

The ball of light hovered in front of him, slowly rotating.

Welcome back.

[The sole winner.]