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

Shen Wuyi's pupils contracted.

He looked down at Yun Yi's feet—a shadow, a person's shadow, lying quietly on the ground.

He looked up at Yun Yi's face—amber eyes, calm, exactly the same as three days ago on the yacht in international waters.

"You... the one who fought with Lin Yuan—"

"Clone".

Shen Wuyi's mouth opened and then closed.

He looked down at his hands—fair and delicate, the hands of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child.

He climbed from the bottom to the top across nine worlds, killing more people than any living being in that world.

He had seen geniuses, monsters, and six chosen ones.

But this is the first time I've ever seen a monster like this.

He knew Lin Yuan; in fact, he had initially wanted to cooperate with him.

He knew that Lin Yuan was powerful, but even someone as strong as Lin Yuan couldn't hold off his opponent, and he was even fighting a clone.

"What exactly are you?"

His voice was somewhat hoarse.

Yun Yi did not answer.

He raised his right hand, fingers spread, palm facing Shen Wuyi.

A point of white light appeared at the fingertip—it was countless threads that instantly wrapped around it.

Shen Wuyi wanted to retreat, but there was nowhere left to retreat.

Amidst these densely packed threads, his body underwent seven transformations—from human to half-dragon, from half-dragon to elemental body, from elemental body to phantom, from phantom to light, from light to particle, and from particle to emptiness.

No matter how it changes, it cannot escape.

He could feel the power of these threads—they could kill him instantly.

But the other party obviously didn't; they simply surrounded him.

He looked up at Yun Yi.

"Not kill me?"

"Would killing a clone be useful?"

Yun Yi did not answer.

Shen Wuyi's lips curved slightly:

"It's really useless."

Yun Yi sighed.

While using his clone to fight Lin Yuan, he kept using his main body to search for the other party's true form—unfortunately, as expected of someone who has lived through nine reincarnation worlds, he was too good at hiding.

At this time-

His gaze went past Shen Wuyi's shoulder and towards the sky at the end of the corridor.

The sky has changed.

It wasn't the hazy, cloud-covered sky of before, but bright—illuminated from above by something, as if a thousand suns were simultaneously emerging from behind the clouds.

The points of light are falling.

They emerged densely from the clouds, entered from outside the atmosphere, and came from the depths of space.

Each point of light is a warhead, and each warhead contains a nuclear bomb.

One thousand, two thousand, three thousand.

They fall from outside the atmosphere at such speeds that the air seems to be burning, leaving white arcs in the sky like thousands of whips being lashed out at once.

Shen Wuyi looked up at the points of light, and the smile on her lips returned.

"Li Shuiqiu."

"That madman."

"It seems she's not entirely stupid."

Yun Yi did not answer the question.

He looked up at the sky—a thousand nuclear bombs were falling, the fastest ones having already crossed the stratosphere, leaving white trails like a thousand falling stars.

He turned to look at Shen Wuyi.

"So this is your real plan."

"But what good does this do you? All the points go to Li Shuiqiu, and you don't get any benefit at all."

Shen Wuyi shook her head.

"I'm not like you crazy people who kill each other all day long because you're thinking about how to get more points."

"I have only one very simple request—to live."

"They successfully returned to each world alive, no matter what method they used."

Yun Yi fell silent.

He didn't quite understand this person—not wanting to earn points, but only wanting to survive and return home.

One world after another, without the support of points, how can you be sure that you can keep getting stronger and won't die in the next stronger world?

Others don't have the same cheat codes as him.

"You don't understand."

Looking at his expression, Shen Wuyi's smile faded. "Some people are already giving their all just to live."

Yun Yi remained silent.

He looked up at the sky.

The fastest nuclear bombs have already passed through the stratosphere, less than 100 kilometers from the ground, their contrails drawing white arcs in the sky, like thousands of whips being lashed out at the same time.

His perception range locked onto each warhead—three thousand, no more, no less, each carrying a nuclear warhead with a yield of five megatons, an explosion radius of fifteen kilometers, a shock wave radius of fifty kilometers, and a radiation radius of one hundred kilometers.

If three thousand were to explode simultaneously, not a single living thing would be left in the entire Northern Hemisphere.

Moreover, in his perception, three thousand was not the limit.

These three thousand were just a test.

The other party's meaning was clear: they had confirmed that the remaining reincarnators and the chosen ones were all in this place, and also wanted to destroy more than 90% of the people in this world, thus completing their mission and returning home.

He looked down at Shen Wuyi.

"You bet I can't bear to part with it?"

"I bet you're human."

Shen Wuyi's voice was calm, "I have family, I have friends, and I have land that I have protected for three years."

"You are not me, you can't bear to part with me."

"After all, with your abilities, leaving shouldn't be a problem. But if you leave, what about those who follow you, and those behind you? Will they be able to leave as well?"

Yun Yi fell silent.

His right hand hung at his side, and the silk thread at his fingertips tightened instantly.

Shen Wuyi's clone was instantly sliced ​​into a bloody mist.

After Yun Yi finished doing all this, he took a step forward, walked to the end of the corridor, and stood in front of the half-broken window.

Outside is a parking lot, and above the parking lot ramp is the skylight—grayish-white, gloomy, exactly the same as three years ago.

But there were three thousand stars falling in the sky.

He glanced back.

Yun Tianheng stood in the corridor, his right hand hanging by his side, the "eye" in his palm half-open and half-closed, blood still dripping.

His gaze passed over Yun Yi's shoulder, looking at the nuclear bombs in the sky, his expression unchanged.

Wen Ruotang leaned against the wall, her body mostly transparent, revealing her internal organs throbbing—her heart pounding and her lungs contracting.

But her eyes were open, black, exactly the same as they were three years ago, looking at Yun Yi, looking at him.

Yun Nian stood beside her, clutching the hem of her clothes, her golden eyes looking at Yun Yi.

"elder brother."

"Um."

"What are you going to do?"

Yun Yi did not answer.

He turned around and faced the falling stars.

Then he changed.

It wasn't the kind of change that caused scales to burst out from under the skin, but a different kind of change—starting from the genetic level, simultaneously activating all 30,000 genes in his body, and restoring them to something older than humans, more primitive than viruses, and more real than myths.

His body was swelling.

It's not an expansion of muscles and bones, but an expansion of essence—his very existence is growing larger, like an inflated balloon.

His mouth split open, splitting from one earlobe to the other, into a mouth that could swallow an entire mountain.

Teeth growing out of the mouth—not human teeth, but the teeth of some ancient creature that went extinct before the dinosaurs, each as long as a dagger, with serrated edges and barbs on the serrations.

A black hole appeared deep in his throat.

It's not black light, it's the essence of blackness—light disappears there, space shatters there, time stops there.

Taotie.

A ferocious beast in mythology that devours heaven and earth.