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

Yun Yi's gaze passed over the four Golden Core cultivators and landed on Lin Yuan.

The boy in the mascot costume stood still, the lollipop stick still in his mouth. The candy had been chewed up, leaving only a white plastic stick.

His expression remained unchanged, still that lazy, sunbathing look.

But his right hand was trembling—not out of fear, but to gather strength. Spiritual energy surged from his dantian, flowing through his meridians, acupoints, and every muscle, converging in his palm and condensing into a bead.

The bead was small, only the size of a marble, but it was so bright that it absorbed all the surrounding light, like a star compressed to its extreme.

He aimed the bead at Yun Yi.

Yun Yi looked at him, his wings fully spread.

Twenty meters, forty meters, sixty meters—the wingspan is expanding, the patterns on the membrane wings are glowing, and the light flows along the patterns like blood in a vein.

The two compressed stars in his pupils spun around, as if someone had pushed them at the edge of the Milky Way.

The domain has been opened.

It expanded outwards from Yunyi's body, like an inflated balloon.

In this realm, gravity changes, air density changes, the refractive index of light changes, and even the flow of time changes.

Lin Yuan felt that the bead had become heavier—not just a little heavier, but ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times heavier.

His wrists were drooping, his elbows were creaking, and his shoulders were teetering on the brink of dislocation.

The bead was still glowing, but the light was flattened, compressed from a sphere into an ellipsoid, and from an ellipsoid into a thin disc.

Lin Yuan's fingers were trembling.

He bit the plastic stick, pulled it out of his mouth, and spat it out.

Then he laughed.

That smile was different from before; it wasn't lazy, but the kind of smile someone who's been cornered would have.

"You fucking..."

He said, the voice forced out through clenched teeth, "What on earth is that?"

Yun Yi did not answer.

He raised his fingers, bringing his index and middle fingers together, aiming them at Lin Yuan.

A tiny white light appeared at her fingertip, just like when she shattered the flying sword before, but smaller, brighter, and more solid.

The white light magnified in Lin Yuan's pupils, like a falling star.

……

Meanwhile, the shelter.

When Pei Yuan walked out of the underground parking lot, he wasn't wearing a trench coat.

He was wearing combat uniform, the close-fitting black fabric had no markings, no long wraps around his waist, and no weapons in his hands.

His heart beats 65 times per minute, exactly the same as it did three years ago.

But this time, he is the real thing.

His clones are all gone.

He never expected this cycle of reincarnation to be so dangerous, even far more so than the previous ones.

The Wuji Squad held the line at the front, Shen Wuyi watched from the north, Yun Yi was held back, and only the little girl and her half-dead mother were left in the shelter.

He had waited three long years for this opportunity, and it finally came.

Skilled hunters often appear last.

He walked down the corridor, past A07, A08, and A09, his footsteps so light that they didn't even stir up any dust.

The door to A12 was closed, but a sliver of light shone through the crack—golden, the same color as the mole between Yun Nian's eyebrows.

He stood in front of the door, raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and faced the door with his palm.

Spiritual energy condensed in his palm. There was no sound, no light, only a slight distortion in the air, like the heat wave on a summer asphalt road.

The door was broken.

It didn't explode; it shattered into powder, like wood that had been eaten by worms for ten years, which would disintegrate with a gust of wind.

In the room, Wen Ruotang leaned against the headboard, with Yun Nian nestled in her arms.

The two of them turned to look at him at the same time.

Yun Nian's eyes were golden, and Wen Ruotang's eyes were also golden. The two identical pairs of eyes shone brightly in the dim room, like four stars nailed to the wall.

Pei Yuan took a step forward.

His right hand had turned gray, from his fingertips to his wrist, and from his wrist to his elbow. His bony nails covered his entire arm, thicker, denser, and shinier than they had been three years ago.

"Being able to say goodbye to your mother before you die is my final act of mercy to you."

He looked at Yun Nian, his voice calm.

Pei Yuan's right hand had turned gray, from his fingertips to his wrist, and from his wrist to his elbow. Bone armor covered his entire arm, thicker, denser, and shinier than it had been three years ago.

His heart rate remained unchanged at 65 beats per minute.

But his breathing changed—not from tension, but something more primal, the suppressed excitement that only a hunter has in front of his prey.

Yun Nian lifted her head from Wen Ruotang's embrace.

Her face was still streaked with tears, and her eyes were red, but her golden pupils shone in the darkness, showing no fear or hesitation.

She looked at Pei Yuan for two seconds, then looked down at the ugly rabbit in her arms.

She placed the rabbit in Wen Ruotang's hands and whispered:

"Mom, please hold this for me."

Then she slid off the bed and stood barefoot on the floor.

The twelve-year-old girl was only up to Pei Yuan's waist. She was thin and small, and her ponytail was tied crookedly—she had tied it herself that morning, but it wasn't done well.

She stood in front of Pei Yuan, looking up at him.

"You're going to kill me?"

Pei Yuan looked down at her, her gray hand hanging at her side, the bone nails on her fingertips had turned into sharp claws.

"Um."

Yun Nian nodded and assumed a fighting stance.

"Then come on."

There was not a trace of fear in her eyes, only determination.

Pei Yuan's brow twitched slightly.

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid."

Yun Nian's voice was serious, but her eyes didn't flinch. "But my brother said that being afraid is useless."

Pei Yuan frowned slightly.

The chosen one, representing those who are difficult to kill.

Having experienced so many cycles of reincarnation, he certainly knew.

But at that time, he was facing those who had already grown up, while this guy was clearly not even an adult yet, so why did it make him feel increasingly uneasy?

The gray hand rose, its sharp claws aimed at Yun Nian's brow.

Spiritual energy condensed at his fingertips, and gray light leaked out from the gaps in his bone armor, illuminating the entire room in a ghastly white light.

Yun Nian didn't close her eyes; she just stood there, head tilted back, her golden pupils reflecting the gray light.

Wen Ruotang reached out from behind and placed her hand on Yun Nian's shoulder.

It's as if it's saying, "Don't be afraid, Mom is here."

But at the same time, Pei Yuan suddenly sensed it.

The shelter was shaken.

It wasn't an earthquake, but some deeper tremor from underground, like a giant beast that had been sleeping for millions of years turning over.

The cracks in the wall were widening, and golden light was gushing out from them, like magma being squeezed out of the earth's crust.

The ceiling is shedding dust, the floor is arching upwards, and the entire building is deforming.

Pei Yuan felt his power draining away—not being drawn away, but being devoured.

Wen Ruotang's body was absorbing the spiritual energy within him, like a tree planting its roots in damp soil.

His nails were cracking, starting from his fingertips and spreading like a spider web to his elbows.

He jumped backward, one step out of the room, two steps out of the corridor, and three steps to the parking lot.

He stood beside the rusty bread cart, looking down at his right hand—half of his nail was broken, and the exposed skin had a layer of golden lines, like they had been branded with a hot iron, which he couldn't wipe off.

He looked up in the direction of A12.

Wen Ruotang stood in the doorway. She had gotten out of bed at some point and was standing in the doorway, wearing a light blue nightgown, her hair loose and hanging over her shoulders.

Her eyes were golden, so bright they were dazzling, illuminating the entire corridor in gold.