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

The next day, he changed to another mountain range.

The mountain range is dotted with ravines and streams, making it richer in biodiversity.

Besides insects, there were frogs, small fish, and even a few non-venomous snakes coiled in the crevices of the rocks, flicking their tongues and sizing up this uninvited guest.

Yun Yi continued to accept all comers.

Grab what you can catch directly, and scoop what you can out with leaves.

If it is impossible to catch, then use spiritual power to condense into a fine thread, and capture a wisp of aura from afar, as accurately as picking up a hair with a silver needle.

Another day has passed.

One hundred life genes have been collected.

The only regret is that his foundation building was based on qi and blood, and he failed to develop something like divine consciousness.

Otherwise, with a single thought, one could capture the presence of all living beings within a radius of several hundred meters, and the speed would be several times greater.

The moment he finished collecting everything, he made a decision—to evolve on the spot.

Anyway, there's nothing urgent in the real world, and this mountain range is secluded enough.

He found a sturdy old pine tree deep in a pine forest, sat cross-legged with his back against the trunk, and closed his eyes.

Six hours.

When Yun Yi opened his eyes again, dappled sunlight filtered through the pine branches overhead.

A brand new power surged through my blood, as if something dormant at the deepest level of my genes had been awakened.

He raised his right hand, spread his fingers, and then clenched his fist.

A muffled thud exploded from his palm, and the almost invisible shockwave distorted the air in front of him, causing pine needles to fall all over him.

"Similar to the time with Zombie World."

Yun Yi murmured to himself, carefully sensing the changes in his body, "The only difference lies in the different genetic origins, with some minor differences in the details of the abilities. But the essence is the same."

He stood up, patted the dirt and pine needles off his body, and moved his slightly numb legs.

It was already getting late.

The setting sun casts its rays slanting through the gaps in the tree canopy, and the entire forest begins to darken. The birdsong gradually fades, replaced by a certain silence that belongs to the night.

He had planned to find a place to spend the night and continue collecting the second batch of genes the next day.

I had walked less than two hundred meters when I suddenly stopped.

A strange sound came from the woods in the distance.

It wasn't the whistling of the wind through the treetops, the chirping of birds returning to their nests, or the crisp sound of wild beasts breaking dry branches.

It was a muffled sound of spiritual energy colliding.

It was dull, hurried, and carried a sense of oppression that made one's scalp tingle slightly.

Yun Yi listened intently for a moment, then raised an eyebrow slightly.

interesting.

He followed the sound and groped his way towards it.

After passing through a patch of low bushes and crossing a moss-covered ridge, a breathtaking view suddenly opened up before us.

Below the ravine lies a relatively flat valley, which should have been a quiet mountain meadow, but now it has been turned upside down.

three people.

No, there are four people.

In the center of the valley, two figures were engaged in a fierce battle.

The shockwaves generated by the collision of spiritual energy spread outwards in waves, uprooting the surrounding vegetation, sending pebbles flying like shrapnel, and leaving furrows on the ground plowed by the strong wind.

There are two more people on the outer edge of the battle zone.

One of them lay in the grass, his chest heaving violently, clearly incapacitated.

The other was kneeling on the ground, supporting himself with one hand, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were still fixed on the center of the battle.

Yun Yi crouched down behind a protruding rock and looked over discreetly.

Two people in the center of the battle.

One uses a knife.

The long sword was entirely blood-black, with faint dark red patterns flowing along its blade, like congealed blood vessels.

Each slash was accompanied by violent fluctuations of spiritual energy, carving deep furrows in the ground.

The man wielding the knife was a man in his early thirties.

He had short hair, a scarred face, and a burly build. His clothes were completely torn on both sides, revealing two muscular arms.

His fighting style is fierce; every strike is delivered with full force, leaving no room for retreat, like a rampaging bull.

The other one uses a sword.

The slender, flexible sword, its silvery-white blade gleaming with a cold light in the twilight.

The woman wielding the sword was about twenty-one or twenty-two years old.

Her long hair was tied in a high ponytail, and she wore a dark gray bodysuit. Her movements were incredibly agile. Her fighting style was the complete opposite of that man's—she didn't engage in direct confrontation or get entangled. Every move she made was like a viper's flick of the tongue, fast and accurate, targeting her opponent's weaknesses.

The two seemed to be evenly matched, and the fight was back and forth.

But Yunyi noticed something amiss after watching for a while.

The man wielding the knife possessed greater strength, but his fighting style was too aggressive, with each strike relentlessly depleting his spiritual energy.

Although the woman wielding the sword was slightly weaker, she was agile and her attacks were cunning, clearly waiting for the moment when her opponent was exhausted.

"Their strength is probably in the late stage of Qi Refining."

Yun Yi silently assessed the situation in his mind.

I don't know what level it corresponds to in this world's classification of extraordinary strength.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, the Eye of Destiny was quietly activated.

Qi Zhan Zhuang

[Identity: Blood Blade Boss]

[Evaluation: Joined a cult ten years ago and acquired evil cultivation techniques. He advanced to the ninth level of the Transcendent Realm by absorbing vital energy, attempting to conquer the entire Qingcheng as his own territory. Due to excessive practice of demonic arts, his brain has suffered irreversible damage.]

……

Lin Qing

[Position: Deputy Director of the Extraordinary Affairs Bureau of Qingcheng City]

[Evaluation: A once-in-a-century genius of Qingcheng, breaking through to the ninth level of the Transcendent Realm at the age of twenty-four. Extremely socially awkward, single-mindedly focused on cultivation, and extremely resistant to communicating with others. When undertaking missions, he only chooses the most difficult and time-consuming ones—because it minimizes contact with others.]

……

Yun Yi's lips twitched slightly.

A cult leader versus a socially anxious deputy bureau chief?

This combination is quite entertaining.

However, he was more concerned about something else now—whether the fact that these two had come to this desolate wilderness had anything to do with him.

Just as he was considering whether to take a detour, the battle situation suddenly changed.

Qi Zhanzhuang's blood-black longsword suddenly burst forth with a burst of dark red light.

The patterns on the blade seemed to come alive, writhing and twisting, emitting a nauseating, bloody stench.

"Thousands of miles of bloody massacre!"

Qi Zhanzhuang roared and slashed down with his long sword.

This strike was completely different from the previous ones.

Because this stab was aimed at him.

"You sneaky rat! Don't think I can't see you just because you're hiding behind the rocks—die!"

The blade flashed, carrying a strong stench of blood, like a crimson ribbon, hurtling straight toward the rock where Yun Yi was hiding.

Qi Zhanzhuang unleashed his full power with no reservations, pouring out his ninth-level transcendent spiritual energy.

The grass and trees along the way were crushed into fragments by the wind, the stones were shattered into powder, and a deep ravine was plowed into the ground, with the soil rolling over to both sides.

Yun Yi crouched behind the rock, watching the approaching blade of light.

His lips twitched again.

No, he was just passing by, why did you hit him?