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

In the demon realm, on that nameless mountain peak, a completely different scene unfolded.

Yunyi stood atop the mountain.

He reassembled a physical body for himself, looking the same as before, a sixteen-year-old boy with long, light green hair hanging down his shoulders and incredibly delicate features, but his aura was more subdued than before.

It's a kind of tranquility that comes from merging with the universe.

It's as if he was originally a part of this world, and just happened to be standing here today.

He was dressed in an ordinary gray-blue long robe, standing quietly with his gaze fixed on the dark red sky in the distance, as if he were looking at something that had nothing to do with him.

Kurosawa was lying down next to him.

The dark golden dragon's body was coiled on the rocks, its head resting on a protruding stone, and it was eating a wild fruit that it had somehow acquired, its juices dripping everywhere.

"belch."

He burped, spat out the pit, and poked at it with his paw.

"These fruits are nice, where did you pick them?"

Yun Yi ignored him.

Kurosawa didn't mind, took out another one, and crunched it.

He's definitely not in a hurry.

Whether the sky collapses or the earth caves in, or the heavens want to devour the world, he is just a little dragon that has only recently hatched, and those things are none of his concern.

When the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up.

And the person next to him is the tall guy.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from the mountain path.

Kurosawa looked up for a moment, then lowered his head again to continue eating the fruit.

Chen Dou has arrived.

He was incredibly fast, his figure like a streak of black and gold light, sweeping from the foot of the mountain all the way to the summit, so fast that even the air didn't have time to catch up.

He stopped atop the mountain, his gaze lingering on Yun Yi for a moment.

Then his eyes turned red.

"Big bird!"

He rushed over, his steps unsteady, like someone who had walked in the dark for too long finally seeing the light.

"You're not dead! You're really not dead!"

Yun Yi looked at him.

"Um."

One word: understated.

Chen Dou walked up to him, opened his mouth as if he had a thousand words to say, but in the end he said nothing.

He just stood there, looking at Yun Yi, laughing like a fool.

"I knew you weren't dead..."

He wiped his face, his voice a little hoarse.

"They said you gave your body to Aya, I thought you..."

"You thought I was dead?" Yun Yi asked.

Chen Dou nodded vigorously.

Yun Yi raised his hand.

Then he punched Chen Dou on the head.

"Bang."

It was crisp and clear.

Chen Dou was knocked so hard he staggered and crouched down, clutching his head.

"Big bird, why did you hit me!"

"You're stupid." Yun Yi withdrew his hand, his tone indifferent. "When have I ever done anything I wasn't sure of?"

Chen Dou clutched his head, wincing in pain, but his smile widened even further.

Because he knew that a big bird is still a big bird.

It still hurts this much when you hit someone.

He rubbed his face for a while before standing up, and the silly grin on his face finally subsided a bit.

He looked up at the dark red sky.

The sky cracked.

Gray threads were hanging down from the blood-red crack, as if something was squeezing into the world through the crack.

The surge of spiritual energy grew increasingly violent, and even he, standing atop the mountain, could feel the ground beneath his feet trembling slightly.

Chen Dou's smile vanished completely.

He looked down at his palm; the tiny sprout was still there, its bluish-gold leaves swaying gently.

"Big bird."

He said.

"I have to go."

Yun Yi did not stop him.

Chen Dou turned around, took two steps, then stopped and looked back at Yun Yi.

"Big Bird, wait until all this is over."

"I'll treat you to grilled fish."

Yun Yi looked at him.

"You know how to bake now?"

"I understand."

"Then you can bake it for me."

Chen Dou smiled.

Then he turned and rushed toward the blood-red sky.

His figure was like a black-gold meteor, cutting through the gray-white mist and rushing upwards, speeding towards Chen Ya's direction.

The mountaintop fell silent once more.

Kurosawa swallowed the fruit in its mouth and wagged its tail.

"You're really that comfortable letting him go?"

Yun Yi didn't speak.

Kurosawa continued, "Wouldn't that kid just be causing trouble? That's the Heavenly Dao, he's not even a Celestial Lord, what could he possibly do up there? Just deliver himself as food?"

Yun Yi shook his head.

"Adding to the chaos is adding to the chaos."

He said.

"But it's not entirely useless."

Kurosawa tilted the dragon's head.

"What do you mean?"

Yun Yi offered no explanation.

He stood up.

As Kurosawa watched Yun Yi stand up, he didn't know what the other was going to do, but he immediately spat out the fruit in his mouth, flicked his dragon tail, and climbed up from the rock.

"Where are you going?"

"Let's go for a walk."

"Then I'll go with you."

Kurosawa spoke with absolute certainty.

"Given the current situation, my chances of survival are slightly better if I stay with you than if I go alone."

Yun Yi didn't care that he was following him; he simply raised his hand and made a sweeping motion in the air.

The laws of space flowed through his fingertips, gently parting them like silk threads.

A spatial rift, neither too big nor too small, appeared before him. On the other side of the rift was a quiet little town.

Yun Yi stepped inside.

Kurosawa quickly followed.

The moment he passed through the spatial rift, Kurosawa instinctively closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he was completely stunned.

A town.

It's a small town, with a few hundred households, cobblestone streets, gray tiles and white walls, and wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys, making it seem especially peaceful under the hazy sky.

There was an extremely thin layer of light surrounding the town, so transparent that it was almost invisible, but Kurosawa could sense the power contained within that light.

That is the power of laws.

In this apocalyptic world, someone used the power of laws to create a sanctuary for these mortals.

Kurosawa walked the streets of the small town, looking around in amazement.

"Who is this? Wasting spiritual energy to protect a bunch of useless mortals in this situation? We can barely protect ourselves, let alone care about others?"

Yun Yi didn't reply.

He walked along the bluestone path deeper into the town, passing through several alleys, and stopped under an old locust tree.

Under the old locust tree, there was a fortune-telling stall.

A worn-out wooden table was covered with a faded blue cloth, on which lay a few copper coins and a yellowed old book.

An old man was sitting behind the stall.

Her gray hair was casually tied up with a wooden hairpin, and she wore a faded gray cloth robe. The wrinkles on her face were as deep as if they had been carved by a knife, and her eyes were half-closed, as if she were dozing off.

Nothing special.

He was just an ordinary old man.

He muttered to himself, "Why bother with this old man? He looks ordinary, just a regular person."

But as soon as he finished speaking, his gaze fell on the table in front of the old man.

There was a chessboard on the table.

Black and white lines.

Kurosawa's pupils contracted slightly.

That chessboard looked so familiar.

This is exactly the same chessboard that Yunyi had in the cave.

The old man opened his eyes.

Those eyes were cloudy and ancient, like two bottomless wells, reflecting nothing, yet also as if they had reflected everything.

He glanced at Yun Yi, then at Hei Ze.

Then he stretched out his hand and pointed to the chessboard.

"Next game?"

Kurosawa stepped forward first.

"Hey."

He grinned, revealing two sharp dragon teeth.

"How about I play the next round?"

Over the past three years, Kurosawa has learned a lot of Go from Yunyi, mainly because he was bored and just kept learning.

He believed he had figured out the game.

He is, after all, a person with authority. In terms of talent, he is not the best in the Paradise of Reincarnation, but he is not bad either.

Three years is equivalent to many years for others.

Although he couldn't defeat Yun Yi, dealing with an ordinary old man would be a piece of cake.