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

Evil Heaven was stunned.

Yun Yi's body began to shatter.

Starting from his fingertips, from his skin to his flesh, from his bones to his veins, his newly formed body was disintegrating in an irreversible way.

The fragments did not scatter; instead, they transformed into countless tiny specks of light, drifting in all directions and merging into the world.

His physical body was blown to smithereens, as if it had never existed.

But his soul remains.

His soul was brighter than ever before, with cyan-gold light surging from its depths and patterns of laws flowing across its surface, like a painting depicting the entire world's structure.

A massive torrent of information surged in from all directions, flooding his soul.

All the information in this world.

From the moment the world was created until this apocalyptic moment.

Every wisp of spiritual energy, every trajectory of a grain of dust, every operation of a law, the cause and effect of every living being, and every possible choice—all were rushing toward him.

That's information from the whole world.

An immense torrent of information, too vast for even the Heavenly Emperor and the Calamity Heavenly Dao to contain, surged in simultaneously from every corner of the world, engulfing Yun Yi's soul.

Evil Heaven watched this scene unfold.

He watched the physical body dissipate, watched the soul rise and fall in the torrent of information, and watched the vast amount of information, enough to crush any consciousness, engulf Yun Yi in an instant.

He fell silent.

Then He spoke.

"By doing this, your will will completely dissipate under the massive flood of information."

His voice was no longer sharp or angry, but carried a strange and complex meaning: "You will become the new Heavenly Way."

"You will lose yourself, lose consciousness, lose everything."

"You will become this world itself, and Yun Yi will cease to exist."

"You will die."

Yun Yi remained steadfast.

His soul grew brighter and purer amidst the torrent of information. The patterns of laws intertwined, recombined, decomposed, and regenerated on his soul body, repeating countless cycles.

But when he spoke, his voice was clearer than ever before.

"So you're scared?"

Evil Heaven paused.

He did not answer.

I just stared at that soul, about to be submerged in the flood of information, and remained silent for a long time.

Then He spoke.

"We don't have any deep-seated hatred for each other, do we?"

He said, "Does this world warrant such a thing from you?"

Yun Yi did not answer.

Because the entire world has already been analyzed.

The massive flood of information had completely overwhelmed him; his soul began to deform, dissipate, and merge under the impact of the flood.

He took one last look at the world.

He saw the cyan-gold figure above the Sea of ​​Illusion.

Chen Ya was still standing there, half blue-gold and half gray-white, looking up at this disappearing world.

There were still tear stains on her face.

He saw the aged phantom behind her; the Calamity Dao was rising from her body, its massive gray threads coiling around the entire sky, as if proclaiming its victory.

He saw the momentary confusion in Chen Ya's eyes.

He saw a very, very far place, where the remains of the Heavenly Emperor lay on the black and white earth, and seven-colored light was slowly emanating from his body.

He saw Luo Jiuyou curled up in a ball at the bottom of the North Sea, his whole body enveloped in worldly aura, trembling.

He saw the two black pieces that he had thrown out.

Then Yunyi closed his eyes.

His soul was completely melted by the onslaught of information.

The cyan-gold light spread out and merged into every corner of the world.

Those patterns of laws decomposed, returning to the origin of the world.

His consciousness vanished at that moment.

But he didn't die.

Because he became the world.

Suddenly, the entire world lit up.

No longer black and white, no longer dark red, no longer gray and blue.

It was a pure light unlike anything seen before.

The light shone simultaneously from every corner of the world, from every inch of land, every wisp of spiritual energy, every living being, and every atom.

As E Tiandao stood above the Sea of ​​Illusion, his enormous gray phantom suddenly froze.

E'tian's expression changed.

He finally understood the meaning of Yun Yi's words.

I don't like the ending you've chosen.

Therefore, I deny this ending.

This outcome was never about the victory or defeat between Yunyi and them from the very beginning.

What Yunyi needs to do is to overturn the entire chessboard.

He wants to use his soul to carry all the information of this world, and then dissipate in the torrent of information, transforming into a new Heavenly Dao consciousness.

That consciousness will replace Evil Heaven, replace Calamity Heaven, and replace all the old fragments of Heaven.

That consciousness will redefine the rules of this world.

From this day forward, there will be no more Calamity Heaven, no more Evil Heaven.

Only the Way of Heaven.

A complete, pure, and newly born Heavenly Way.

And Yun Yi is that Heavenly Dao.

Or rather, Yunyi's consciousness is eternal in the Heavenly Dao.

Ehtian felt his body dissipating.

It was an extremely slow, peeling process from the outside in, as if an invisible hand was peeling away His outer shell layer by layer.

He looked down at his hands; the cuffs of his gray robe had become transparent, and he could see the patterns on the bluestone slab running through his palms.

"So that's how it is," He said softly.

He raised his cloudy old eyes and looked in the direction where Yun Yi had disappeared.

The golden light had dissipated, merging into the awakening world. Every inch of space trembled gently, as if the whole world was breathing.

"You never intended to win against me on the chessboard from the beginning."

His voice held no anger or resentment, but rather a faint sense of relief, as if he had breathed a sigh of relief: "You knew I couldn't predict you, so I used myself as bait."

"You knew I would draw your attention to the game, so you just flipped the chessboard over."

"You know that my specialty is predicting my opponents through cause and effect and fate, so you chose the most unreasonable method."

As He was speaking, He suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint, as light as a withered leaf falling on the water.

"That's why I hate the extraterrestrial demons."

"You are not bound by the cause and effect of this world, nor by its destiny; you cannot even deduce it."

"You are a group of variables that shouldn't exist."

His body had become almost completely transparent, leaving only a blurry outline standing on the bluestone slab. The shadow of the old locust tree passed through him as if passing through a fog.

He took one last look at this world.

The world is getting brighter.

It was a light emanating from within, a bluish-gold radiance that surged from every corner of the world simultaneously, as if the entire universe were being relit.

The grayish-white mist was dissipating, the blood-red sky was fading, and the turbulent spiritual energy was calming down.

The whole world is being redefined.

E Tiandao stood above the Sea of ​​Illusion, his enormous gray phantom being slowly devoured by the light.

His will is waning, His power is crumbling, and the gray threads that bind the world are breaking one by one.

"Impossible..." For the first time, panic crept into Er Tiandao's voice. "What are you...? I've only just recovered, I..."

He did not finish speaking.

Because the cyan-gold light had completely engulfed Him.

The Sea of ​​Illusion returned to calm, the sky returned to its gray-blue hue, and the spiritual energy returned to its gentle state.

The aura of the Calamity Heavenly Dao completely vanished from the world, as if it had never existed.

Meanwhile, on the ruins of the Illusory Sea, Chen Ya's body was glowing.

The light surged from her body, enveloping her entire being. Her half-gray face was being gradually covered by a bluish-gold hue, like a painting being repainted.

She opened her eyes.

Those eyes regained their pure blue-gold color.

She looked down at her hands.

That hand was no longer gray or translucent, but real, warm, and belonging to her own body.

"Brother," she whispered.

Then she looked up at the sky that was brightening.

She sensed it.

A consciousness was merging into the world, a consciousness so familiar that it made the depths of her soul tremble slightly.

She looked at the sky.

Looking at that patch of bluish-gold light.

Watching the big bird disappear completely.

The last vestige of Evil Heaven stood on the bluestone slab.

He looked up at the sky that was being rewritten, at the laws that were being rewoven, and at the vast torrent of information that was being absorbed, carried, and transformed by a soul that had long since vanished.

That soul had lost its sense of self.

He is merely a vessel.

A vessel that carries the entire world.

E'tian watched all of this, looked at the cyan-gold light, and at the soul that had been integrated into the world and become part of the world itself, and remained silent for a long time.

Finally, He let out a soft sigh.

"That's enough," He said. "A loss is a loss."

Then His form completely vanished.

Those grayish-white specks of light merged into the sky and earth, becoming part of the new world.