I and countless versions of myself simultaneously travel through time.

Late at night, near a lonely grave.

Ye Yan's kidneys were a little weak, but it wasn't a big deal. Too many men had caused his kidneys to become weak.

Ye Yan checked the loading progress on his panel with delight; it was still 99.9% complete. This link was like a quick cut on Pinduoduo.

Current health status: Invincible

Ye Yan knew about the simultaneous time travel genre, since he had already traveled through time himself, so it could be said that no one understood simultaneous time travel better than him.

As a seasoned bookworm and popular online streamer, Ye Yan's bottom line has always been simple: as long as you don't cross the line.

He makes a living from online traffic, having grown up in an orphanage with no parents or relatives. Despite this, he has achieved success and became a proctologist. After experiencing the benefits of online traffic, his income went from four figures to seven figures per month.

Moreover, he is a real person who engages in real-life pranks on social media platforms such as Douyin, Xiaohongshu, Tieba, Bilibili, YouTube, and Weibo.

From online games to political commentary, from games to the national football team, from novels to mobile phones, he's more influential than any other figure.

After all, he, like Hu Zi, was on the list of gods and people, and he often heard sarcastic remarks, accusations of being inhuman, being a "box" (a derogatory term for someone who is overly aggressive), and cyberbullying.

Having had most of his yang energy drained by that fox spirit, Ye Yan's body was currently limp and weak, as if all his strength had been drained.

However, the fox spirit didn't fare well either; she was directly harmed by his constitution and died on the spot.

Bringing this demon back to the mortuary can be considered as eliminating evil and upholding justice on behalf of Heaven.

Thinking back to when he first transmigrated, Ye Yan couldn't help but feel a little sentimental.

On the first day, it fell from the sky and landed right in front of Uncle Nine.

The moment their eyes met, their souls trembled simultaneously. Uncle Nine immediately recognized him as a prodigy and, without saying a word, wanted to drag him to pay homage to the ancestral master.

To everyone's surprise, as soon as the incense and candles were lit, a plume of black smoke rose from the portrait of the patriarch, leaving Uncle Nine dumbfounded.

This kid is actually a genius at cultivating Maoshan martial arts?

Uncle Nine's hand was already on the peach wood sword; he had served in the underworld.

However, the next second, a faint golden light emanated from Ye Yan's body, which was a great merit.

Uncle Nine's hand paused, his expression shifting from wariness to confusion, and then from confusion to bewilderment.

What exactly is this thing?

He decided to observe secretly.

Over the next few days, Uncle Nine secretly followed Ye Yan, watching him deal with various female ghosts.

It is said that humans and ghosts are on different paths, and getting involved with evil spirits can lead to a shortened lifespan or even sudden death. Uncle Nine had originally prepared a lecture on "young people should not be greedy for novelty".

But the more he observed, the more alarmed he became. Not only was Ye Yan unharmed, but he fought with increasing ferocity.

The female ghosts fled in panic, one of them even running faster than when they arrived, their eyes filled with terror.

This made Uncle Nine, who had been calm and collected for many years, feel a little envious for the first time.

He finally couldn't resist showing himself and carefully examining Ye Yan's physique.

Upon this investigation, he was once again dumbfounded. With a body of extreme yin and the innate ability to see yin and yang, he had a natural resistance to yin-related entities.

Those female ghosts weren't there to harm him; they were there to die.

When he returned in the afternoon, Uncle Nine remained silent for a long time before finally asking, "Do you... want to learn Maoshan Taoist arts?"

Ye Yan nodded.

He knew that his greatest source of confidence was neither his physical condition nor Uncle Nine's trust.

Instead, it's the [Same Wear Panel].

The two large characters "Invincible" on the panel gave him a strange sense of security.

This is probably to prevent any of the ninety-nine parallel world versions of themselves from dying prematurely or prematurely.

The most important thing right now is to take this vixen back to the mortuary.

Master Ren is about to be born, and Uncle Jiu is still waiting for his help.

"Let's go back to the mortuary as soon as possible. Master Ren is about to be born," Ye Yan muttered to himself.

"Brother, look behind you, there's a hundred dollars on the ground."

Ye Yan glanced back and saw a weasel standing up, its posture quite human-like.

According to folklore, encountering a weasel seeking a title is the most troublesome thing. Asking certain questions can easily offend it, as it is a kind of evil and forbidden magic practiced by the weasel, which emphasizes the karmic debt between the two parties.

"Kid... do I look like a human being or...?"

Ye Yan raised an eyebrow and said, "Sorry, I don't speak Chinese."

"Do you think I look like a human or a god?" the weasel asked in English.

"..."

Ye Yan was out of ideas.

What does it mean?

"You can do that too?"

"Kid, the mortal world is on the verge of collapse, you should go overseas and check out the market." The weasel stood with its hands on its hips, its tone unusually fierce. "Alright, I won't make things difficult for you, I'll just shorten your lifespan a bit. Look at how badly you've been drained by that female ghost! This great immortal can protect you too."

This female weasel, named Huang Cuicui, loved to steal chickens, but was always chased and beaten by the Taoists.

With things getting tense lately and life becoming increasingly difficult, she remembered the shortcut passed down from her predecessors.

She remembered her senior's words clearly: "When seeking titles, one should not seek titles from innocent civilians, those who forcibly cultivate the Dao, or poor and righteous people."

Huang Cuicui has been secretly observing Ye Yan for two days.

Because Uncle Jiu was there, she didn't dare to get close and could only watch from a distance. And what had Ye Yan been doing these past two days?

He either sneaks around among a group of philandering ghosts, listens to music in brothels, or indulges in carefree pleasure.

Isn't this the perfect person to ask for a title?

After all, if an ordinary person gets involved with a female ghost, at best their lifespan will be shortened, and at worst they will die suddenly within a few days. If not this kind of person, then who should be punished?

"Then I'll answer you."

"I see you as the God-Emperor, the All-Father, the Lord of Mankind, the King of the World, the incarnation of the Myriad Machines God Omnesia, the Emperor of Mankind."

This was Huang Cuicui's first time asking for a title. She was new to the world and, like a naive and naive college student, her face lit up with joy when she heard the explanation of these advanced terms.

Who wouldn't want to be the emperor of mankind? Once you've done it once, you'll want to do it countless times!

"Emperor?"

"Haha, that's a good thing!"

The weasel was overjoyed, and then she sensed some strange connection to the heavens.

Her face turned pale, and she was terrified and completely lost her composure.

"Which emperor are you referring to?"

"An emperor who sat on a golden toilet."