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

Memories from hundreds of lifetimes, experiences spanning hundreds of thousands of years, and the cultivation techniques, secret arts, schemes, and obsessions accumulated through countless reincarnations—all of these were ground into dust under Chen Ya's will, like grains of rice being milled.

"No...please..." Gu Wenxun finally uttered only two words.

Then, it completely disappeared.

Not even a speck of dust remained.

Chen Dou felt a lightness in his body.

The shackles that had bound his soul for ten years vanished in an instant.

The hidden doors, marks, secret technique inscriptions, and soul entanglements left by Gu Wenxun in his body were all completely erased.

He regained control of his body.

But before he could even savor this long-lost freedom, he saw Chen Ya.

She stood in front of him.

To be precise, it was a phantom she created with her own will that stood in the center of his consciousness.

Those eyes were a bluish-gold color, pure and without a trace of impurity.

But Chen Dou couldn't find any familiar warmth inside.

"Aya..." Chen Dou reached out, as if trying to grab something.

Chen Ya did not look at him.

Her will returned to the outside world.

The body of the Eternal True Phoenix detached from Chen Dou's body, transforming into a stream of cyan-gold light, and reformed in front of him.

A girl-like figure stood in mid-air, her cyan-gold wings gently unfurling behind her, each feather seemingly formed from the laws of heaven and earth.

She turned her head and glanced at Chen Dou.

Then she raised her hand.

Those who defy fate should not exist.

Her voice was as cold as a wind blowing from the depths of the underworld.

When that palm strike landed, Chen Dou did not dodge.

He still believes that Aya won't kill him.

But the palm still landed.

It shattered his chest, shattered all the energy cores within him, shattered his proud demonic body, and shattered the last glimmer of light in his eyes.

Chen Dou's body fell backward, like a broken wooden stake.

Warm blood gushed from his mouth, mixed with pieces of internal organs.

In the end, he simply raised his head and looked at that familiar yet unfamiliar face.

Why...?

His voice held only doubt, without a trace of hatred.

Chen Ya withdrew her hand and lowered her eyes.

"I am not your sister."

"When I woke up again, she was already dead."

The last glimmer of light in Chen Dou's pupils dimmed.

"I see," he said.

Then, it all vanished.

Chen Dou's physical body turned to ashes, and his soul shattered into countless glimmers of light, like dust blown away by the wind, drifting in the gray-white mist of the Sea of ​​Illusion, never to be found again.

Chen Ya stood there, her face still expressionless.

But her hand unconsciously rose up and touched her cheek.

It's wet.

She looked down and saw a teardrop on her fingertip.

Transparent and warm.

She frowned.

Millions of years.

She had long since severed all ties with "emotions".

Why are there still tears?

"Strange," she murmured, as if talking to herself, "Is this human form still too fragile?"

But even she herself didn't realize that her other hand was trembling slightly.

The trembling was so slight that it was almost negligible.

Unbeknownst to her, wisps of ashes were slowly gathering where Chen Dou had fallen, in a place she hadn't noticed.

Very faint.

It's very subtle.

Chen Ya was unaware of all of this.

Or rather, she noticed it, but subconsciously chose to ignore it.

She turned around and looked into the distance.

Hei Ze, Luo Jiuyou, and Mu Lan remained standing in place, their bodies tense.

The moment Chen Ya's gaze swept over them, the three of them felt a chill run down their spines, as if they were being stared at by some ancient ferocious beast.

"No way..." Luo Jiuyou's lips twitched, his voice trembling. "One Heavenly Dragon is bad enough, but now there's a Heavenly Phoenix? This is really leaving us no way out!"

Kurosawa didn't speak, but his dark golden vertical pupils had shrunk to the size of pinpoints.

As an authority holder who is also striving towards becoming a true dragon, he understands better than Luo Jiuyou what level of existence the Eternal True Dragon and the Eternal True Phoenix truly are.

The three of them have only been growing for sixteen years so far, and they have not yet fully mastered the Destiny.

What a load of crap.

Mu Lan didn't dare to say a word, wishing she could shrink herself into the mud.

She was arguably the most tragic of them all. She couldn't leave this place due to special circumstances, and on top of that, she had merged herself into the formation here.

Therefore, once a fight breaks out, one's own mortality rate is infinitely high.

Unless she returns, but that's impossible, because in the last reincarnation world, she was forced to return by someone with the authority of an omniscient and omnipotent being, and this time there is no return crystal at all.

But Chen Ya merely glanced at them indifferently.

That glance was like looking at three ants.

Then, her gaze swept over them.

"It's no use," she said, though it was unclear who she was referring to.

Then, she took a step and walked towards the center of the Sea of ​​Illusion.

Her goal has always been the same—the Eternal True Dragon, the Mysterious Heaven True Lord.

At this moment, Xuan Tian Zhenjun was perched above the Void Sea, his seven-colored dragon body almost obscuring half of the sky.

He certainly noticed Chen Ya.

He had noticed it the moment Chen Ya shattered Chen Dou with a single palm strike.

This woman, who appeared out of nowhere, is ridiculously strong.

Moreover, the aura emanating from her was somewhat similar to her own.

That is the unique energy of destiny.

"The destiny of the previous era?" Xuan Tian Zhenjun mused to himself.

As the eternal true dragon of the new era, he can read traces of the previous era from the heavens and earth.

He knew that there had once been an old destiny in this world.

But he never took it to heart.

Because he is the eternal dragon, the true chosen one of heaven and earth in this world.

In his eyes, no matter how powerful the old destiny was, it was nothing more than the dregs that had been eliminated by the times.

"Interesting." Xuan Tian Zhenjun spoke, his dragon roar like thunder, shaking heaven and earth. "However, this is my era now. The destiny of the previous era was merely a failure."

Before the words were even finished, Chen Ya moved.

Her figure vanished from the spot.

Xuan Tian Zhenjun's pupils contracted.

Extreme danger is approaching.

The next second, Chen Ya appeared in front of his huge dragon head.

She is too young.

Compared to the dragon's body that spanned the heavens and the earth, she was like a speck of dust.

But it was this very speck of dust that raised its hand.

a slap.

boom--!

A deafening roar.

That palm strike landed on the dragon head of Xuan Tian Zhen Jun, actually causing the enormous dragon head, comparable in size to a continent, to swing backward.

Countless seven-colored dragon scales shattered, and golden dragon blood cascaded down like a waterfall.

The entire dragon body of Xuan Tian Zhenjun was sent flying by this palm strike, tumbling countless times in mid-air before crashing heavily into the depths of the Void Sea.

A towering wave rose up.

The entire illusory sea was raised several feet in height by this attack.