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

Yun Yi did not answer.

He withdrew his hands, letting them hang at his sides, folded his wings, and closed his domain.

He looked at Lin Yuan for three seconds.

"Since you've already seen the difference, why don't you go back to the Crystal?"

Lin Yuan paused for a moment, then smiled.

That smile was bitter, as bitter as chewing a handful of uncooked tea leaves.

"Because I never bought it at all."

"So you stayed not to prove yourself, but because you simply can't leave."

Yunyi said.

Lin Yuan smiled wryly and nodded:

"I am confident that even among those who reincarnate, I will be the one who reaches the top."

"Just like in the original world, step by step, I rose from the dust to become the strongest."

"But... you're ridiculously strong."

"Only I know how much I've sacrificed to get to where I am today."

"Even so, it is still—"

He looked up at Yun Yi:

"Go ahead and do it."

Yun Yi looked at him and remained silent for a long time.

Give me your cultivation technique.

Lin Yuan was stunned for a moment:

"What?"

"A technique that allows one to cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage in this ordinary world."

Give it to me, and I won't kill you.

Lin Yuan was stunned.

He looked into Yun Yi's eyes—amber, calm, exactly the same as three seconds ago.

But there was no murderous intent, no hostility, and not even seriousness in those eyes.

It's like someone standing in their living room, looking at a fly tangled in a spiderweb on the wall, wondering whether to swat it or release it.

"You're not going to kill me?"

Lin Yuan's voice was a little hoarse.

Why would I kill you?

Yun Yi said, "What would I gain by killing you?"

"I believe that with your strength, your cultivation technique is definitely more valuable than points."

Of course, there's one more thing that Yunyi didn't mention.

That is, he doesn't want to return so soon.

It is still unclear how many reincarnated beings there are.

But I estimate there probably won't be many.

Lin Yuan fell silent.

He looked down at his hands—his spiritual energy was depleted, his armor was shattered, and his wings were folded.

He stood in the air, and the wind blew up the hood of his mascot costume, covering half of his face.

Aren't you afraid I'll lie to you?

"You won't."

Yunyi said, "Because you don't believe you'll die here either."

"I believe that with your pride, you would not, and would not, stoop to, lying."

Lin Yuan smiled.

This time it was a genuine laugh—not a bitter laugh, not a listless laugh, but the kind of laugh that only someone pulled back from the edge of a cliff would have.

He took out a crystal ball-like object from his pocket and poured his mental energy into it.

A moment later, he tossed the crystal ball to Yun Yi.

"The Nine Meridians of Heaven is a cultivation technique that I spent a thousand years summarizing."

"It's up to you now."

Yun Yi caught it, but didn't look at it; he just nodded.

"You seem quite confident. Aren't you afraid I'll change my mind?"

Lin Yuan smiled slightly:

"Like you said, you don't believe I would lie to you."

"I believe you too; you wouldn't, and wouldn't stoop to, lying to me."

Yun Yi looked at him quietly, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"OK."

"Since you trust me so much, I will keep my promise and not kill you."

Lin Yuan smiled.

That smile wasn't bitter; it was the kind of smile that only someone who has been liberated can have.

"very nice."

He said.

He truly didn't want to die if he could stay alive.

Lin Yuan looked at Yun Yi:

"Aren't you going to take care of your sister?"

"Although Shen Wuyi's strength in his original world wasn't very high, he has experienced quite a few worlds."

"I used to think you were the kind of person who would nurture a chosen one, wait until they grew up, and then kill them to earn points."

"But you don't seem like that kind of person to me now."

"You really don't care?"

Yun Yi stood still, without moving.

"She's not in any danger, why should I care?"

Lin Yuan was stunned for a moment:

"You're so confident your sister can win?"

"Although she is the chosen one, she is still too young."

"If she were the chosen one of a higher world, that would be one thing, but in this world..."

The words were left unsaid, but the meaning was clear—even the most extraordinary chosen ones in an ordinary world have their limits.

Yun Yi shook his head.

"My true form is there, why should I worry?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Yuan stood frozen in place for a full three seconds.

"A clone?"

His voice was a little hoarse. "From beginning to end, were the ones I fought your clones?"

Yun Yi did not answer.

His body began to fade—starting from the edges, like a watercolor painting soaked in water.

The colors are fading, the lines are blurring, and the outlines are disappearing.

Three seconds later, he disappeared.

Only a single white thread remained, hanging down from the sky to the ground, with the other end connected to the north—the direction of the shelter.

The silk thread swayed gently in the wind, like an abandoned spider silk.

Lin Yuan stood in the air, looking at the silk thread, and remained silent for a long time.

Then he laughed.

"Clone".

He repeated it, his voice so soft it was almost a whisper, "After all that, we still haven't even seen him in person."

He raised his head, looked at the gray sky, and his lips moved.

"And that lousy amusement park, with my miserable background, why am I paired with opponents like that?"

"What kind of bullshit fairness is this?"

"This is fucking unfair."

……

To the north, a refuge.

Shen Wuyi stood in the corridor, his five-meter-tall body touching the ceiling, his six arms outstretched at his sides, like a Buddha statue crammed into a small room.

Four eyes lined up on his face, all staring at Yun Tianheng;

The remaining two, one stared at Wen Ruotang, and the other stared at Yun Nian.

The smile still lingered on his lips, but it had changed—it was no longer the faint, observant smile of before, but a smile that came from rejection, a smile that no longer needed to be faked.

"If you won't agree," his voice came from three mouths simultaneously, overlapping like a chorus, "then I'll do it myself."

All six arms were raised at the same time.

Two were aimed at Yun Tianheng, two at Wen Ruotang, and two at Yun Nian.

A light shone in his palm—not spiritual power, not a virus, but something more primal than either of those, a power he had painstakingly accumulated from nine worlds, a power he had earned with his life.

Six orbs of light expanded in his palm, each a different color—red, blue, white, black, gold, and purple—and reflected off the walls in the dimly lit corridor, making them look like stained glass windows in a church.

Yun Tianheng did not retreat.

He took a step forward, blocking Wen Ruotang and Yun Nian's path.

He raised his right hand, and the "eye" in his palm opened completely—not the golden light from before, but a dark red, the exact same color as Pei Yuan's Demon God Heart.

Light emanated from the "eyes," weaving a dark red shield in front of him. It was semi-transparent, revealing the face behind the shield—thin, covered in wrinkles, but with bright eyes, as bright as two stones that had been polished for three thousand years.

Shen Wuyi's two beams of light collided with it.

Red and blue, one on the left and one on the right, like two hammers striking the shield.

The shield shattered—not into pieces, but into powder.

Yun Tianheng slid back half a meter, his feet carving two furrows in the ground.

His right hand was trembling, and blood was flowing from the "eye" in his palm. Dark red blood seeped from the pupil and dripped down his fingers.

He did not back down.