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

Raise your left hand, spread your fingers, and there is no "eye" in your palm.

What gushed out wasn't blood, but zombies—countless ghostly figures of zombies emerged from the scar, gray and translucent, like spirits.

They pounced on Shen Wuyi, biting his arms, nibbling at his shoulders, and tearing at his clothes.

It wasn't a physical attack, it was a soul attack—every zombie had been controlled by him, every one bore the mark of the virus, and every one had experienced extreme pain and despair before dying.

All that pain and despair was released at that moment, pouring into Shen Wuyi's body.

Shen Wuyi blinked all four of her eyes at the same time.

It's not fear, it's annoyance.

He turned his hands from Yun Nian's direction and patted himself on the left and right.

Golden and purple light exploded from his palm, shattering the zombie phantoms into fragments.

The fragments drifted in the air like a gray snowfall.

"Will it work?"

Shen Wuyi's voice came from three mouths simultaneously, overlapping like an echo, "Your virus, your zombies, your energy—which one wasn't given to you by me?"

"Three years ago, you started controlling the evolution of zombies, and I helped you correct the course."

"Three years ago, you tampered with Pei Yuan's Demon God Heart, and I helped you conceal the traces."

He took another step forward, his six arms now aligned with three directions again. "Every bit of your strength carries my shadow."

Yun Tianheng's left hand hung down.

The scar closed, and the phantom of the zombie no longer emerged.

His right hand also hung down, the "eye" in his palm half-open and half-closed, blood still dripping—dripping on the ground, dripping on the gravel, dripping on that dirty white coat.

He stared at Shen Wuyi for a long time.

"so what?"

His voice was soft, "You've helped me so much, just for today?"

"For today."

Shen Wuyi nodded, and all four eyes blinked at the same time. "Also for tomorrow."

"Kill your son, kill your daughter, and I can quietly collect faith, quietly wait for the mission to end, quietly collect the rewards, and leave."

"I can save your wife."

"I can rebuild this world."

He pulled his six arms back and crossed them in front of him, like someone tying shoelaces. "Then why won't you do it?"

The corridor fell silent.

The wind rushed in from the broken dome, blowing Wen Ruotang's hair, Yun Nian's ponytail, and the cuffs of Shen Wuyi's six arms.

Yun Tianheng stood there, the hem of his white coat fluttering in the wind, blood still dripping from his palm, drop by drop, like a leaky faucet.

He did not move aside.

Yun Nian loosened her grip on Wen Ruotang's clothes.

She took a step forward, stepped out from behind Yun Tianheng, and stood in front of him.

The twelve-year-old girl was only up to Shen Wuyi's calves—he was five meters tall, and she was one and a half meters tall.

She looked up at him, his golden eyes shining brilliantly under the six orbs of light.

She raised her right hand, spread her fingers, and faced Shen Wuyi with her palm.

There was a tiny golden light in his palm, like the last embers of a extinguished cigarette butt.

But Shen Wuyi stopped in her tracks.

"You—" He looked down at the golden light, his four eyes narrowing simultaneously, "You've evolved?"

Yun Nian did not answer.

The golden light in her palm began to expand—not the slow, laborious expansion of before, but a relaxed, natural expansion, like a flower blooming.

Golden light surged from her palm and spread through the air—not an attack, not a defense, but a domain.

The golden domain, with a radius of ten meters, enveloped her, Yun Tianheng, and Wen Ruotang.

Within the domain, Shen Wuyi felt his power being suppressed—not devoured, but tamed.

The color of the six orbs of light in his palm was fading, from bright to pale, from pale to dark, and from dark to gray.

It wasn't that it was taken away, but that it was persuaded—like someone being persuaded by another person and voluntarily giving up the resistance.

His pupils contracted.

"The chosen one... is truly difficult to kill."

Yun Nian did not answer.

The golden light in her palm continued to expand, from a radius of ten meters to twenty meters, and from twenty meters to fifty meters.

Golden light filled the entire shelter, overflowing from the corridors, bursting from the broken dome, and squeezing out from the cracks in the walls.

The entire building was glowing, like a lamp that had been lit.

Shen Wuyi's six arms were trembling.

The light in his palm went out—not by being suppressed, but by extinguishing itself.

In the golden realm, his power was like ice cubes soaking in warm water, melting, dissipating, and turning into water.

His height is shrinking: from five meters to four meters, from four meters to three meters, from three meters to two meters.

Six arms became four, and four became two.

Four eyes became two, and three heads became one.

He transformed back into that sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, wearing a gray shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing his lean wrists.

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

The smile on his lips finally disappeared.

"You..." He looked up at Yun Nian, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't.

Because he saw it—Yun Nian's hands were trembling.

The shaking starts from the fingertips, then moves to the wrist, and from the wrist to the elbow.

Her forehead was covered in sweat, her lips were bleeding from being bitten, her knees were bent, and her calves were trembling.

Her domain was suppressing Shen Wuyi, and also suppressing herself.

Her body couldn't hold on any longer.

Shen Wuyi saw it.

His lips curled up again.

"Can't hold on any longer?"

He took a step forward.

A crack appeared beneath Yun Nian's feet, extending from the doorway to her feet.

Golden light leaked out from the crack, like a shattered lamp.

He took another step forward.

The cracks widened, the golden light dimmed, and Yun Nian's knees buckled.

A hand reached out from behind and rested on her shoulder.

It was very light, like a leaf falling on my shoulder.

But Yun Nian's knees stopped shaking, her calves stopped shaking, and her fingers stopped shaking.

Her domain stabilized the instant that hand touched her—the cracks closed, and golden light filled every crevice once more.

"alright."

Yun Yi's voice came from behind her, very calm, like someone who had just woken up asking what time it was, "I'll take care of the rest."

The golden light in Yun Nian's palm disappeared.

She lowered her hand, turned around, and looked up at Yun Yi—his amber eyes were calm, exactly the same as before she left.

Tears streamed down her face, but she was smiling.

"Brother, you're back."

"Um."

"You won?"

"We won."

She nodded, took a step back to Yun Tianheng's side, and looked up at her father.

"Dad, my brother is back."

Yun Tianheng looked at her, then at Yun Yi, but did not answer.

His hands hung down at his sides, the "eyes" in his palms closed, and the blood stopped flowing.

Yun Yi stepped out from behind Yun Nian and stood in front of Shen Wuyi.

Shen Wuyi had shrunk back to the size of a normal person—1.7 meters tall, wearing a gray shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her forearms.

He looked at Yun Yi, and the smile returned to his lips, but it was devoid of warmth.

"When did you get back?"

"I've always been here."

Yunyi said.