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

He raised his right hand, fingers spread, palm facing Pei Yuan's back.

There's a hole in my palm—not a wound, but some kind of organ, like a golden eye, slowly turning.

"you--"

Pei Yuan's lips moved, but no sound came out.

Yun Tianheng remained silent.

The "eye" in his palm blinked.

Pei Yuan's body began to shatter from his back—not from the edges, but from the inside.

The Demon God's Heart, which he had spent three years creating, was now turning against its master, absorbing his own energy.

Dark red light leaked out from the crack, like a flattened glow stick.

His body was shrinking—from 2.2 meters to 1.9 meters, from 1.9 meters to 1.7 meters, and from 1.7 meters to 1.5 meters.

The bone armor fell off and turned into powder, which was then scattered by the wind.

His face was revealed—the face of a fifteen-year-old boy, pale and thin, the red light in his eyes extinguished, turning into ordinary black.

He stood there, looking down at his hands—fair, delicate hands of a fifteen-year-old child.

"How is that possible?"

His voice was very soft, as if he were talking to himself, "What exactly did you do...?"

Yun Tianheng withdrew his hand, and the "eye" in his palm closed, turning into a shallow scar.

He didn't answer Pei Yuan's question. Instead, he grabbed the Demon God's Heart that had absorbed Pei Yuan's power and then turned to walk in front of Wen Ruotang.

He was about to speak.

Wen Ruotang's attack has arrived.

It wasn't a beam of light, nor an energy ball—it was the floor beneath her feet that exploded, and countless golden tentacles surged out from the cracks, coiling around Yun Tianheng's ankles, calves, and knees like snakes.

The surface of the tentacles shimmered with light, a dazzling golden hue, each one vibrating at a high frequency, emitting a buzzing sound like the flapping of bee wings.

Yun Tianheng looked down at the tentacles but did not dodge.

His body changed the moment the tentacles touched him—dark red lines appeared beneath his skin, exactly the same as the lines Pei Yuan had shown when he unleashed his power, but denser, deeper, and brighter.

The lines spread upwards from the ankles, crawling over the calves, knees, and thighs, converging at the waist to form a complex pattern.

The moment the whiskers touched the texture, it felt as if it had been burned, and it recoiled sharply—not retreated, but bounced away.

A dark red light burst forth from the patterns, shattering the tentacles into fragments, which turned into powder and were scattered by the wind.

Wen Ruotang's expression remained unchanged.

Her eyes were still golden, dazzlingly bright, but there was no focus in her pupils—she wasn't looking at him, she was sensing him.

Her body was attacking automatically, like a programmed machine: detecting an unknown energy source and initiating a cleanup process.

She raised her right hand, fingers spread, palm facing Yun Tianheng.

Golden light gathered in his palm—not the soft light from before, but a violent, blinding light, like a supernova explosion.

The light is being compressed, from the size of a washbasin to the size of a fist, from the size of a fist to the size of a marble, and from the size of a marble to a speck of light the size of a grain of rice.

The light burned in the air, emitting a sharp hiss, like something being torn apart.

Yun Nian stood behind Wen Ruotang, clutching the hem of her clothes, watching all of this.

She saw her father—the father she hadn't seen for three years. His hair was completely white, he was incredibly thin, and he was wearing a dirty white coat. He stood in the corridor, with golden tendril fragments at his feet.

She opened her mouth to call out "Dad," but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to say it—he was the person she wanted to see, yet he didn't seem like the father she remembered.

Yun Tianheng stared at the point of light in Wen Ruotang's palm for two seconds.

Then he moved—not to hide, but to walk forward, towards that ray of light, step by step, as if walking in his own living room.

Wen Ruotang's light has been revealed.

It wasn't a pillar, but a line—a golden ray thinner than a strand of hair, shooting out from her fingertips at a speed so fast that even light itself couldn't keep up with it.

Where the light passes, the air is cut open, and cracks in the vacuum spread through the air, producing a sound like shattering glass.

Yun Tianheng did not dodge.

He raised his right hand, and the "eye" in his palm suddenly opened—not the slow rotation as before, but as if someone had kicked open a welded iron door.

Golden light burst forth from the "eyes," colliding with the light emanating from Wen Ruotang.

The world fell silent the moment the two beams of light collided.

A spherical hole, three meters in diameter, appeared in the middle of the corridor, its edges as neat as tofu cut with a knife—the walls, ceiling, and floor on the other side of the hole were visible, everything was cut off, including the air.

Yun Tianheng stood on one side of the void, and Wen Ruotang stood on the other side.

The two people stared at each other across the spherical void, neither of them moving.

Yun Nian finally shouted it out.

"dad?"

Yun Tianheng shifted slightly, looking at Yun Nian with obvious emotional fluctuations in his eyes, but then sighed and shook his head.

Wen Ruotang looked at Yun Nian's tears, and something seemed to be moving in those golden eyes.

She took a step forward, wanting to pat Yun Nian's head and tell her to stop crying.

But she stopped as soon as she lifted her foot—because she sensed something approaching at the end of the corridor, towards the parking lot.

It wasn't Pei Yuan—Pei Yuan was already lying on the ground, half his face buried in the rubble, his eyes closed, his breathing as weak as a string about to break.

It's something else, coming from even farther away, moving so fast that the air is burning.

Yun Tianheng also sensed it.

He turned around and faced the fire door at the end of the corridor—the door was gone.

But today is different.

Something is falling in the sunlight today—not rain, not snow, but a person.

It fell from the sky at a speed like a meteorite, leaving a white trail behind it.

The person landed in the parking lot, creating a crater in the ground, sending rubble flying and dust billowing up.

He stepped out of the pit, dusted himself off, and looked up toward the corridor.

He was sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a dark gray shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing his slender wrists.

His facial features were ordinary, but his eyes were deep, like a bottomless well.

A faint smile played on his lips—neither a kind nor a malicious one, but a very faint smile, as if he were observing something.

Shen Wuyi.

he came.

He walked through the parking lot, past the half-finished fire door, and into the corridor.

His footsteps were light, making a crunching sound as he stepped on the gravel.

He walked past Pei Yuan, who was lying unconscious on the ground, without even glancing at him.

He walked past Yun Tianheng, paused, and nodded, as if greeting someone he didn't know very well.

He walked up to Wen Ruotang and looked down at her.

"You are the mother."

He said—not a question, but a statement.

Wen Ruotang looked at him; his dark eyes were devoid of light and focus, just empty.

Shen Wuyi looked at her for two seconds, then turned to look at Yun Nian:

Hi, we meet again.

Yun Nian clenched her fists, but did not answer.

Shen Wuyi smiled, then turned her gaze back to Yun Tianheng:

"Aren't my technologies useful? If you agree to my requirements, I can teach you even more advanced technologies."

"Among them is the technology that can fully restore your wife."

He stood in the corridor, a speck of dust on his gray shirt, which he casually patted off, as if he were dusting a sofa at home.

His gaze shifted from Yun Tianheng to Wen Ruotang, then from Wen Ruotang to Yun Nian's face, and finally returned to Yun Tianheng—the smile on his lips never faded.

Yun Tianheng remained silent.

His right hand hung down at his side, the "eye" in his palm half-open and half-closed, like a beast feigning sleep.

Shen Wuyi raised both hands, palms facing outwards:

"Don't be nervous, I'm not here to fight."

"I told you, I have the technology to restore your wife."

He chewed the candy in his mouth, swallowed it, and licked his lips. "But there's no such thing as a free lunch."

"I need you to do something for me."

"What is it?"

"Help me kill someone."

Yun Tianheng looked at him without saying a word.

Shen Wuyi turned her head, her gaze passing over Yun Tianheng's shoulder, and looked towards the end of the corridor—a hundred kilometers away, where Yun Yi was confronting the Wuji Squad.

He can't see it, but he knows it.

"Your son, Yunyi."

"He is a reincarnator, you know that too."

"He won't stay in this world for long. Once he completes his mission, he will leave."

"Your wife will still be the same, and your daughter will still be the same."

"You can't save them."

He put his hands in his pockets, took a step forward, and said, "But I can."

"I have the skills and the resources."

"If you help me kill him, I'll leave everything to you before I leave."