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

Yun Yi stood at the door, watching this scene, but did not go in.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the seam of his trousers twice, then stopped.

His ears picked up another sound—far, far away, about a hundred kilometers north of the refuge.

There is one person's heartbeat.

Ok.

One?

But in his perception, there were clearly five people.

wrong.

Apart from the person hiding in the clouds, the other four people all seemed a bit off.

It doesn't look like a living person.

Yun Yi turned around, walked out of A12, and gently closed the door.

The corridor was long, and the emergency lights emitted a dark green glow, making the walls look like blood vessels in an operating room.

He walked past the numbered doors, A11, A10, A09, until he reached the end of the corridor and pushed open the fire door.

There is a parking lot outside.

The overturned cars from three years ago are still there, rusty, with broken windows and moss growing on the seats.

The pool of blood on the ground had dried, turning into a dark brown stain, like a faded painting.

Yunyi walked out of the parking lot and up the slope.

The ground-level buildings had collapsed, and the corrugated iron roofs had been completely torn off, leaning precariously against the walls.

He stood at the doorway, looking north.

There was nothing on the horizon—no smoke, no light, no sound.

But there were five people in his perception range who were heading this way.

He closed his eyes.

The field unfolds.

One thousand meters, two thousand meters, five thousand meters.

not enough.

He opened his eyes, and the two compressed stars in his pupils lit up for a moment.

The area continues to expand—ten kilometers, twenty kilometers, fifty kilometers.

One hundred kilometers.

He "saw" them.

Five people, four men and one woman, flew in from the north.

They didn't use wings, they used flying swords—four flying swords flying side by side, with four people standing on them. The last man didn't use a flying sword; he stood on a cloud.

Golden Core stage cultivators fly on swords; Nascent Soul stage cultivators ride the clouds.

The four people were dressed in modern clothes, while the woman was dressed in an ancient costume dress, as if she had stepped out of an ancient painting.

However, the Nascent Soul in the very center, riding the clouds, was dressed in a mascot costume and eating a few candies.

Yun Yi looked at them for three seconds and then remained silent for three seconds.

Then he took a step forward—not a walk, but a teleport.

The distance of fifty kilometers shrank to a single step beneath his feet, and with that step, he was already standing in front of those five people.

The flying sword stopped.

The four flying swords came to an abrupt halt in mid-air, their tips pointing at Yun Yi, and the spiritual light on their blades flashing intensely.

The four Golden Core cultivators' expressions changed—not because they were afraid, but because they hadn't seen how Yun Yi had arrived.

There were no spatial fluctuations, no spiritual energy fluctuations, and no energy changes that they could perceive.

This person appeared out of thin air, like a photograph suddenly pasted into thin air.

Yun Yi's gaze swept over the four Golden Core cultivators, who clearly possessed intelligence.

However, it appears somewhat stiff.

Finally, it landed on that cloud.

The clouds have dispersed.

The person inside was about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in a mascot costume with two long ears drooping down from the hood. He was holding a lollipop in his hand, which was half-eaten, with teeth marks on the transparent stick.

He looked down at Yun Yi, took the lollipop out of his mouth, wiped it on his sleeve, and stuffed it back into his pocket.

The movements were very slow, as slow as a cat sunbathing.

"You are Yun Yi."

He said his voice was clear and crisp, with a slight hoarseness from not having finished puberty.

Yun Yi didn't speak.

The boy in the mascot costume tilted his head and looked him up and down.

"You are much stronger than I thought, even frighteningly strong."

His tone was casual, as if he were commenting on a tree or a rock. "My name is Lin Yuan, the captain of the Wuji Squad."

"Before we came, Shen Suihan said I might die, but I didn't believe her."

He paused, his gaze falling on Yun Yi's wings—those two translucent wings folded behind his back, like ice and light at the same time.

"Now I believe it."

He took a step forward.

This step landed on the clouds, but instead of dispersing, the clouds solidified, like a patch of snow that had been trampled down.

As his foot landed, spiritual energy surged from the sole of his foot, rippling outwards in the air.

The aura of a peak Golden Core cultivator was fully unleashed, pressing down on Yun Yi like a wall.

Yun Yi did not move.

The wall stopped three inches in front of him, as if he had crashed into an invisible barrier, shattering into dust and being scattered by the wind.

Lin Yuan frowned slightly.

He took the lollipop out of his pocket, put it back in his mouth, took a crunchy bite, and chewed it up.

"Alright."

He said vaguely, "Let's not try, let's just do it."

He raised his right hand, his five fingers spread.

Spiritual energy surged from his palm, condensing into a sword in the air—not a flying sword, but something more primal than a flying sword, a crystal formed by spiritual energy compressed to its limit, as transparent as glass and as sharp as a knife.

The four flying swords moved simultaneously.

Four Golden Core cultivators rushed in from four directions, their flying swords in front and their bodies behind, the sword light illuminating half the sky.

The woman in the ancient-style long dress rushed to the front, the dress spreading out in the wind to reveal a pair of sneakers underneath.

Yunyi's wings unfurled.

With just one flap, its wingspan increased from two meters to twenty meters, and the translucent membrane shone with a white light under the moonlight.

The four flying swords stopped simultaneously, not blocked, but frozen in place—the spiritual light on the swords flickered violently, like insects trapped in amber, buzzing, but unable to move an inch.

Yun Yi's fingers twitched slightly, just one—his left index finger—and he flicked it lightly in the air.

A thread shot out from the fingertip, so thin that it was invisible to the naked eye, so thin that even spiritual energy could not detect it, so thin that when it cut through the first flying sword, the spiritual light on the sword did not even go out, but only flashed, like a candle tilted by the wind.

Then the flying sword broke.

It wasn't broken in the middle; it was split vertically from the tip to the hilt, like splitting firewood.

The cross-section was as smooth as a mirror, and one could see the spiritual energy compressed to its limit inside the sword still flowing, but it no longer had a container and overflowed from the cross-section, scattering into a cluster of fireflies in the air.

Yunyi flicked his index finger again.

The second flying sword shattered—not broken, but shattered from the inside out, like a broken glass ball. The fragments flew through the air, each carrying a glimmer of light, like a mini meteor shower.

The third time.

The fourth flying sword had already started to retreat before the third one was launched—not by a person, but by the sword itself.

The sword's blade flickered wildly, emitting a sharp buzzing sound, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

But it can't be removed; the silk thread is already tangled up.

It wraps around the sword from the hilt to the tip, circle after circle, like a snake coiling around its prey.

Yunyi flicked his index finger a third time, and the silk thread tightened.

The third and fourth flying swords shattered at the same time, their fragments mixed together, making it impossible to tell which piece belonged to which.

The four Golden Core cultivators simultaneously coughed up blood.

The flying sword shattered, and the backlash struck its owners, whose faces turned from white to gray, and then from gray to blue.