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

The corridor remained quiet for a long time.

The wind blew in, pouring in from the broken dome, ruffling Wen Ruotang's hair, Yun Nian's ponytail, and the hem of Yun Tianheng's white coat.

Yun Tianheng looked down at his right hand.

The "eye" in the palm of the hand was fully open, its golden pupils turning in the darkness like a living planet.

He raised his head and looked at Shen Wuyi.

"Do you know why I did these things?"

His voice was very soft.

Shen Wuyi remained silent.

Yun Tianheng glanced at Wen Ruotang, then at Yun Nian:

"It's not for any ambition, it's for my family."

Shen Wuyi looked at Yun Tianheng and finally sighed.

"Sigh—why won't you agree?"

"If you, as Yunyi's father, agree, it will at least increase my chances of winning by ten percent."

"Since you won't agree..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Wuyi's entire body exploded.

Four pairs of eyes appeared on his forehead, a head appeared on each of his left and right shoulders, and six large hands grew from his back.

His height kept increasing until it finally stopped at five meters.

"Then I'll kill this chosen one first, and then deal with you all."

……

One hundred kilometers away.

Yun Yi's fingertips glowed with a tiny white light.

Lin Yuan's pupils reflected that light, and he did not flinch.

He put his hands behind his back, interlaced his fingers, and looked up at the sky illuminated by the white light.

"Shen Suihan said we'll die coming here."

"She said she used divination techniques to predict the future seven times, and all seven times the result was the same—total annihilation."

"So she used the Reversion Crystal and escaped."

"The other three used it too, and they all ran away."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Of course, because I didn't use the return crystal, they left behind a wisp of their intelligence before they left, and used it to create a puppet clone with half a bit of intelligence on their original body."

"It can be considered as leaving me with a considerable amount of help."

He took the half-eaten lollipop out of his pocket, glanced at it, and then put it back.

Why?

Yun Yi asked.

Lin Yuan smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

There was no fear or despair in his smile, only a pure, almost insane light.

"Because I don't believe it."

"Before I was even born, my mother was thrown into the sea and fed to sharks."

"With such a background, I absolutely refuse to believe that I am not the strongest reincarnator in this world."

He took a deep breath. "Secondly, in my world, I was the lowest dust, and I climbed to the top step by step on my own."

"I faced countless life-or-death situations during that time, but I survived them all."

"I've always only believed in myself, and this time is no exception."

He raised his right hand, and spiritual power surged from his dantian—not the kind that condensed into beads as before, but all of it; all the spiritual power in his body was released in that instant.

His body began to glow.

It wasn't white, it was gold, dazzlingly bright, as bright as an exploding star.

His height was expanding, his muscles were expanding, his bones were expanding—from a thin boy into a three-meter-tall golden giant.

Spiritual energy condensed on his body into armor, weapons, wings, and everything else he could imagine.

Lin Yuan's body was expanding, three meters, five meters, eight meters—spiritual energy condensed into a tangible armor on his body, and golden scales burst out one by one, each the size of a washbasin, with edges as sharp as knives.

A pair of wings unfolded from his back—not feathers, not membranes, but wings of light—transparent, glass-like things made purely of compressed spiritual energy.

The moment the wings unfolded, the air within a ten-kilometer radius was expelled, the ground collapsed, and rubble was suspended in mid-air, like a frozen photograph.

His voice came down from above, muffled like thunder:

"My more than ten years in this world have not been wasted."

He clasped his hands together, and a golden light shone between his palms. It wasn't the marble-sized light from before; it was a sphere of spiritual energy, compressed to its limit and a hundred meters in diameter.

Lightning crackled, flames burned, frost condensed, and space shattered on the surface of the sphere—four kinds of energy flashed alternately on the surface of the sphere. With each flash, the sphere shrank by one size, from one hundred meters to fifty meters, from fifty meters to twenty meters, and from twenty meters to ten meters.

A ten-meter-tall golden sphere hung in his palm, shining like a small sun, illuminating the entire night sky as if it were daytime.

"This move," Lin Yuan's voice came from the light, hoarse like sandpaper grinding iron, "I gave it a name—Radiant Gold Burning the Heavens."

Yun Yi looked up at the golden sphere with a diameter of ten meters.

His hair was blown by the wind, his clothes were fluttering, the ground beneath his feet was cracking, and gravel was flying into the sky.

His expression remained unchanged—his amber eyes were calm, as if he were looking at a ball that a child had tossed into the air.

"Since you knew you were going to die, why didn't you choose to hide?"

Yun Yi asked.

"I asked that too."

Lin Yuan's voice was steady, "But the conclusion is that we'll die even faster than if we came here."

Yun Yi nodded.

It seems that fortune teller was indeed very skilled.

If the other party doesn't come, he will go to find them first.

After all, it was a small team, the kind where all five members were still alive.

Compared to the other two, which are both the same person.

The five of them got together and killed someone, which earned them a lot of points.

"Forget it, why say so much?"

"All I want to know right now is how big the gap is between you and me?"

That's why they said that if the five of us came together, we would all be doomed.

Lin Yuan smiled, a smile that shone through the golden light, distorted and deformed, but still visible—the same smile as before, lazy, like someone basking in the sun.

"Besides, I don't believe it."

"I don't believe I'm going to die here."

"I will definitely be the one who survives to the end."

He pushed the ball down.

A golden sphere with a diameter of ten meters fell from the sky, leaving a long trail containing fire, electricity, ice, and shattered space.

Where the sphere passed, the air burned, the ground collapsed, the seawater evaporated, and the clouds dissipated.

The entire earth trembled, like a giant beast whose tail had been stepped on.

Yun Yi stared at the golden sun falling toward him and remained silent for a second.

Then he raised his hand—not his index and middle fingers together, but his entire right hand, fingers spread, palm facing the ball.

A white light shone from his palm.

It wasn't spiritual power, nor a virus, nor any kind of energy that had ever existed in this world—it was a power that surged from the depths of his soul, refined through 30,000 genes, and belonged to him alone.

A beam of white light shot out from the palm of his hand, not as a pillar, but as a line—a white line thinner than a hair, shooting from his fingertip toward the golden sphere.

The sphere stopped the moment the white line passed through it.

It wasn't blocked, it was cut open—cut in half lengthwise from the middle, like cutting an apple.

The cross-section is as smooth as a mirror, and you can see the spiritual energy inside the sphere, compressed to its limit, still flowing, like a honeycomb that has been cut open, with honey still flowing out.

The sphere shattered.

It wasn't an explosion; it was a collapse that started from the inside—spiritual energy spewed out from the cracks, scattering into countless golden specks in the air, like a reversed meteor shower, flying into the sky, into the clouds, and towards the stars.

The light flew past Lin Yuan, past his shoulder, past his wings, and past the illuminated night sky behind him.

Lin Yuan looked down at his hands—the spiritual power was still there, the armor was still there, and the wings were still there.

But his body was getting smaller, shrinking from eight meters to five meters, from five meters to three meters, and from three meters to 1.7 meters.

The armor peeled off his body, piece by piece, like autumn leaves.

The wings folded from behind, shrinking into two bulges on the shoulder blades, and then even the bulges flattened out.

He transformed back into that fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, dressed in a mascot costume with two long ears drooping down from the hood, holding nothing in his hands.

He stood in the air, looking down at Yun Yi.

His eyes held no fear, no despair, only a pure, liberated light.

"You fucking..."

He said in a very soft voice, as if talking to himself, "Just how strong is it?"