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

He stood up.

There was no retreat.

The moment the blood-black blade of light slashed towards him, Yun Yi raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and gently clenched them towards the blade of light.

The blade of light, powerful enough to cleave a car in two, seemed to be gripped by an invisible giant hand, frozen in mid-air, motionless.

Then, it shattered.

The flash of the blade shattered into countless tiny points of light, drifting in the air like fireflies before finally dissolving into the twilight.

The valley fell silent instantly.

Qi Zhanzhuang's hand holding the knife froze in mid-air, his expression changing from violent to astonished, and then from astonished to incredulous.

His sword flashed.

The light of his sword flashed as he slashed with all his might.

It was crushed so easily?

Lin Qing, who was kneeling on the ground, was also stunned.

She looked up at the direction of the rocks, her clear, cold eyes filled with shock.

Who is that person hiding in the shadows...?

Yun Yi emerged from behind the rock, brushed the dirt off his clothes, and looked as calm as if he had just casually swatted a mosquito.

He looked at Qi Zhanzhuang, his tone as casual as if he were talking about the weather.

"I was just passing by and didn't mean to meddle in your business."

"But you insisted on cutting me with this knife."

"Then I'll have no choice but to fight back."

The moment the words left his mouth, Yun Yi's figure vanished.

It wasn't the kind of disappearance that was "too fast to see," but a real and tangible disappearance—as if he had never been in that position in the first place.

Qi Zhanzhuang's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively raised his knife to protect himself.

But he was too slow.

The instant Yun Yi appeared before him, his right hand shot out, his five fingers like hooks, piercing directly through the blade of the blood-black longsword, through the blood energy shield hastily erected by Qi Zhanzhuang, and firmly pressing down on his chest.

Qi Zhanzhuang's eyes widened in disbelief.

He didn't even see how Yun Yi made his move.

I felt a chill in my chest, and an irresistible force poured down like Mount Tai pressing down on me.

Bang-!

A dull thud echoed through the valley.

Qi Zhanzhuang's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a boulder more than ten meters away.

The boulder shattered with a crash, and his body became embedded in the rubble, gushing blood from his mouth.

The blood-black longsword flew out of his hand and stuck in the ground not far away, its blade vibrating and humming.

one move.

Just one move.

Qi Zhanzhuang, a ninth-level transcendent being, and the Blood Blade boss who had run rampant in this city for ten years, was beaten by a single palm strike and lay paralyzed in the pile of rubble like a dead dog.

Yun Yi withdrew his hand, glanced at his palm, and shook his head.

"Too weak."

He genuinely felt weak.

With his late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation and the increased physical strength after his first transformation, defeating Qi Zhanzhuang was like a college student entering kindergarten.

Qi Zhanzhuang lay in the pile of rubble, blood gushing from his mouth, his eyes unfocused, his lips still moving incessantly.

"Impossible... This is impossible... I had clearly mastered the technique... I was clearly invincible..."

Yun Yi ignored the guy whose brain had been damaged by cultivation and turned to look in Lin Qing's direction.

Lin Qing was still standing there, completely bewildered.

A single glance.

One palm strike.

Qi Zhanzhuang was ruined.

This kind of strength... even the director of their Extraordinary Affairs Bureau probably couldn't do it, right?

Yun Yi walked up to her, squatted down, and glanced at the wound on her side.

The clothes were torn open, revealing a deep, bone-revealing knife wound on the exposed skin, its edges tinged with an unnatural dark red—a mark of the bloody spiritual energy from the knife.

"The injury is quite serious; it needs to be treated quickly."

Lin Qing opened her mouth, as if to say something.

But it felt like something was blocking his throat, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a single word.

"Thanks."

The sound was very soft, almost drowned out by the mountain wind.

Yun Yi didn't pay any attention.

For someone with severe social anxiety, being able to utter those two words is already quite an achievement.

He didn't expect the other party to say much more.

He stood up, turned around, and left.

There was no sound behind me.

He didn't turn around.

For the next sixteen days, Yunyi traveled between various mountain ranges.

After Qingfeng Mountain comes Cangwu Ridge, after Cangwu Ridge comes Duanlong Cliff, and after Duanlong Cliff are three wild mountains that don't even have names.

Like a silent collector, he traversed every remote mountain forest, gathering every readily available life gene.

When the collection of the thousandth life gene was completed, Yun Yi leaned against a ginkgo tree and let out a long breath.

"Damn, the genetic duplication rate in this world is too high."

You can encounter the same type of ant seven or eight times on different hilltops.

The same type of snake appeared again at a different altitude.

Deduplication alone wasted a lot of time.

But no matter what, a thousand kinds have finally been collected.

He found a secluded cave and began his second transformation.

Five hours later, he emerged from the cave and began his journey back to the city.

Pushing open the door of the rented room, a thick layer of dust and grime had settled on him after sixteen days of living in the mountains.

Xiao Bai immediately jumped off the sofa, circled his legs twice, sniffed hard, and then sneezed.

It jumped back half a step, its face full of disdain, but its tail was wagging gently—disdainful as it was, it couldn't bear to leave.

So the cat circled around his feet, maintaining a subtle distance, like a fluffy ball bobbing back and forth between disdain and dependence.

"You think I smell bad?"

Yun Yi lowered his head and smelled his clothes.

A smell that was a mixture of soil, pine resin, and the sap of an unknown plant hit me right in the head.

It really does smell bad.

He took a shower, changed into clean clothes, fed Xiaobai cat food and water, then sat on the edge of the bed and closed his eyes.

The power within him, having undergone its second transformation, had reached a new level.

If he was still in the late stage of Foundation Establishment eighteen days ago, now he has already surpassed the Foundation Establishment level in terms of physical strength alone.

As for the specific extent, without any reference point, he couldn't say for sure.

Yun Yi opened his eyes, took a small cloth bag out of his pocket, and threw it onto the bed.

slam-la-

Dozens of small beads of various colors rolled onto the bed sheet, emitting faint fluctuations of spiritual energy.

One of them was significantly larger than the others, entirely black with flowing dark gold patterns on its surface.

These were the demon cores that he had condensed from the bodies of the demonic beasts he had casually killed in the mountains.

That's right, a monster.

The real world is far more complex than he imagined.

In those deep forests marked as "no man's land" on the map, there are not only ordinary wild animals, but also a huge number of monsters.

Their strengths varied greatly; the weakest weren't even at the Qi Refining stage, while the strong—

He had encountered one.

That happened on the fifteenth day.

Deep in a primeval forest where no one had ever set foot before, he bumped into a giant bear, completely black and the size of a truck.

The giant bear's power fluctuations were extremely terrifying, far exceeding those of a mortal ninth-level cultivator. With a single swipe of its paw, it cracked a trench tens of meters deep in the ground, and the shockwave snapped the trees within a hundred meters in half.

Yun Yi fought it for a full ten minutes before he barely managed to kill it.

It is precisely because he acquired the life genes of these monsters that his second transformation is now a level stronger than the one in the zombie world.

Little White's fluffy head suddenly appeared.

Its amber eyes were fixed on the pile of beads on the bed that were radiating spiritual energy. It made a "gurgling" sound in its throat, and its tail was held high and swayed gently behind it.

It's being affectionate.

This cat, which is usually as aloof as a little princess, is begging for food like a puppy.

Looking at its appearance, Yun Yi couldn't help but chuckle. He casually picked up the smallest first-tier demon core and weighed it in his hand.

"want to?"

"Meow--"

Xiao Bai meowed, its voice soft and sweet, unlike anything a cat could make.

Yun Yi handed the demon core to it.

Little Whitey snatched it in one bite, swallowed it without chewing, and went straight down.

Then it squinted its eyes, and the whole cat looked as if it had been burned by something—its fur stood on end and then retracted, stood on end and retracted, repeating this three times before it calmed down.

It burped, exhaled a wisp of spiritual energy, licked its lips with satisfaction, and then its gaze drifted back to the pile of demon cores on the bed.

One is enough.

Yun Yi put away the remaining demon cores, patted its head, and said, "You can't handle eating too much of this."

Little White flicked its tail in dissatisfaction, but didn't cause any more trouble.

It jumped onto the windowsill, curled up into a ball, and began to digest the energy from the demon core it had just eaten.

Yun Yi sat on the edge of the bed, holding the largest demon core—that of the giant bear—in his hand and examining it.