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

In the western border of the human realm, above the mortal city

Luo Jiuyou was flying away at full speed, his body enveloped in mortal aura, like a shooting star streaking across the sky.

He ran while cursing.

"What the hell! Two Destinies in one world! And both are at their complete form! Is this even fair?!"

He had just escaped from the Sea of ​​Illusion and hadn't even caught his breath when he felt an aura descend from the sky that made his very soul tremble.

That aura was immense.

It was so enormous that he felt the entire sky had turned into a giant face, looking down at him.

"Depend on."

Luo Jiuyou stopped in mid-air.

He slowly turned around and looked at the empty void behind him.

There was nothing there.

But he knew someone was there.

"Come out, stop hiding."

He grinned, revealing his two signature canine teeth.

"I've reincarnated a thousand times, who am I afraid of? Even if I die, I'll die in a head-on confrontation."

The figure of the Heavenly Emperor slowly emerged from the void.

A grey robe, an ordinary face, and gentle eyes—like a schoolteacher passing by.

Ke Luo Jiuyou's smile froze after just one glance.

His intuition was screaming alarm bells.

This person is even more terrifying than the Eternal True Dragon and the Eternal True Phoenix.

The Heavenly Emperor looked at the young man before him, with his full head of white hair, an air of worldly affairs, and a wild, unrestrained laugh, and his gaze remained unchanged.

"Extraterrestrial Demons".

He spoke, his voice flat.

Luo Jiuyou raised an eyebrow.

Who are you?

The Heavenly Emperor did not answer, but simply raised one hand.

That hand was very clean, with distinct knuckles, like a hand that had been writing for half a lifetime.

But when that hand reached out to Luo Jiuyou, Luo Jiuyou felt as if her whole body was being gripped by that hand.

His body, his soul, his worldly aura, and all the resources he had accumulated through countless reincarnations were firmly grasped in the palm of that hand in that instant.

Unable to move.

Holy crap!

Luo Jiuyou's pupils contracted sharply.

He struggled desperately, his mortal energy surging wildly, but the power that was enough to shatter a celestial lord was like a handful of sand being squeezed in front of that palm, unable to even leak out.

"Who the hell are you?!"

The Heavenly Emperor did not answer his question, but simply spoke indifferently.

"Is it fake?"

Luo Jiuyou was stunned.

What's fake?

Before he could ask, the Heavenly Emperor's hands had already closed.

……

At the same time, in the southern part of the human realm.

The dark golden dragon that Kurosawa had transformed into was moving through the clouds at an extremely fast speed.

His dragon scales had not fully grown back; most of them had been shattered in the battle at the Sea of ​​Illusion. Now, as he flew, the wind leaking between the scales made his wounds ache.

But he was no longer concerned about the pain.

The aura of those two illusory seas was terrifying, even stronger than the six true dragons he had sensed together.

"Damn it, who is this deity?"

Kurosawa gritted his teeth and desperately urged the dragon essence within his body, trying to speed up the process.

Then the space in front of him suddenly distorted.

A gray figure appeared out of thin air in front of him.

Heavenly Emperor.

Kurosawa's dragon body suddenly tensed, its dark golden vertical pupils staring intently at the middle-aged man in the gray robe, its scales involuntarily standing on end.

"The Heavenly Emperor?"

The Heavenly Emperor glanced at him.

"You little dragon, you do have a good eye."

Kurosawa's mind raced.

The Heavenly Emperor—the true ruler of this world.

What do you want?

The Heavenly Emperor didn't say much, and raised his hand to press down on Kurosawa.

The hand wasn't large, but Kurosawa felt as if his entire dragon was enveloped by that palm shadow, as if the heavens and earth were pressing down on him.

He roared, and the dark golden dragon essence burned wildly within his body, concentrating all his power into a single point, which he then rammed into the palm.

boom--!

Kurosawa was sent flying backward, his dragon scales shattering into pieces, and golden dragon blood splattered in the air in a long line.

The Heavenly Emperor's hand paused only slightly.

"good."

He said it casually, and his hand fell again.

……

The northern part of the human realm.

Mu Lan's escape method was much more discreet than the other two.

She didn't use any escape techniques or flight. Instead, she attached her soul to a passing cultivator, disguising herself as an ordinary mortal girl, and mingled with a caravan as they traveled towards the most remote wasteland.

Her methods were indeed brilliant; she even mimicked the aura perfectly.

But the Heavenly Emperor merely glanced down at the earth before his gaze fell precisely on the caravan.

His gaze passed through an inconspicuous girl in the caravan and went straight to the familiar gray-black mist deep within her soul.

"I've found you."

Before Mu Lan could react to what was happening, the entire caravan was frozen in place by a force that seemed to descend from the sky.

Everyone was paralyzed.

Only she was lifted out of the crowd by an invisible force and suspended in mid-air.

Mu Lan's face turned deathly pale.

She looked at the gray-robed middle-aged man who emerged from the void, her lips trembling, and she no longer had the courage to struggle.

The gap is too big.

It was so great that she couldn't even muster the thought of resisting.

"I……"

Before she could say anything, the Heavenly Emperor's finger pointed at her.

A finger landed on her forehead.

Before Mu Lan's soul could even scream, it was enveloped by a gray light, compressed, condensed, and sealed, finally turning into a gray bead the size of a fingernail, which landed in the Heavenly Emperor's palm.

The Heavenly Emperor looked down at the bead and put it into his sleeve.

She let out a soft sigh.

Even when he personally took action, he only managed to catch one?

Then he looked up towards the direction of the Sea of ​​Illusion and squinted.

"The Sea of ​​Illusion".

He muttered something under his breath, and then disappeared from the spot again.

……

Deep within the sea of ​​illusion.

The battle between Chen Ya and Xuan Tian Zhenjun continues.

To be precise, it was Chen Ya who was striking, and Xuan Tian Zhen Jun who was taking the hits.

The Eternal True Dragon's physical body was indeed ridiculously strong. Even though it was repeatedly burned by Chen Ya's True Phoenix Flame, and even though its dragon scales were shattered, its dragon horns were broken, and its dragon body was smashed by palm strike after palm strike, it was still able to regenerate, recover, and stand up again and again.

"You can't kill me!"

Xuan Tian Zhenjun was panting heavily, and seven-colored dragon blood kept gushing out from the numerous wounds all over his body, falling into the Void Sea and dyeing a large area of ​​the sea with colorful hues.

His seven-colored dragon horns had been burned down to only three colors, more than half of his dragon scales had been burned to a charred black, and a section of his dragon tail had been torn off.

But he hasn't fallen yet.

Because he is the eternal dragon.

The new destiny of this world.

As long as this world exists, and as long as the laws of the world continue to operate, he can continuously draw power and repair himself.

Chen Ya stood in mid-air, her cyan-gold wings fluttering gently.

Her face was paler than before, and her breathing was weaker.

Even though she possesses the same body destined by fate, no matter what, she is still a person of the past destiny, and the will of the world is not on her at this moment.

The level of understanding is not high because the area has only recently recovered.

Furthermore, without supplies from the world, no matter how strong it is, it cannot last.

However, as someone who once transcended the realm of Immortal Emperor and possessed the power to detach himself from this world, even the old destiny would have to pay a considerable price to completely obliterate him.

Chen Ya spoke, her voice cold and clear.

"You are merely a pawn, not the destiny truly recognized by this world."

Xuan Tian Zhenjun gritted his teeth, his seven-colored dragon eyes fixed on her.

"Wrong? I am the eternal dragon! I am the chosen one of this world! What have I done wrong!"

"You are the one who is wrong, a person abandoned by destiny, a failure from the start. I am the new will, and you, a remnant of the past, what right do you have to say I am wrong?"

"What right do the losers of the last era have to talk about me?"

Chen Ya looked at him, a faint trace of pity flashing in her eyes.

"A pawn who doesn't even know his own identity."