In that chaotic era of war, on a battlefield like a meat grinder where soldiers could fall at any given moment.

Perhaps this moment, perhaps the next, a close friend—one like family—would fall beside the young Lei Yi.

He couldn’t even hear their final shouts, nor could he find their bodies.

Crawling out from a pile of bodies, he was often met with nothing but a pool of mangled flesh and blood, or perhaps a tattered memento.

But still, he treasured them, time and time again.

He could name every hero who had fallen by his side, recall their ideals, their passion, and their smiles.

Over and over, they replayed in the young Lei Yi’s mind, never to be forgotten.

They say a person experiences three deaths in their lifetime.

The first is when the heart stops, bodily functions cease, and brainwaves fade. This is biological death.

The second is at your funeral, when you are buried in the earth and everyone mourns your passing. From that point on, you are socially dead.

The third death is when the last person in the world who remembers you forgets you. Every trace of your existence vanishes, and the entire world moves on without you. That is the final death.

The young Lei Yi believed that those brave warriors, those brilliant smiles, those pure ideals, had never perished with the death of the body.

In his heart, he would build a sanctuary for them. He would carry them with him to see a new world.

"Stop it, Old Lei! You’ll go mad if you keep this up! In the West, they call this schizophrenia! Delusional disorder!!"

"The dead are gone. You can’t represent anyone. You can’t *become* anyone. Just carry on their wishes, live a good life, and do more with it."

"How can one man become thousands? We know you’re grieving—we are too. Their deeds will be recorded. History will remember their contributions. We can’t get bogged down in the past and refuse to move forward!"

"We need you. The country needs you. You can’t let this bring you down!"

"..."

It was an arduous time. He tempered himself through recurring nightmares, even losing himself at one point amidst the endless fragmentation of his mind. But he never gave up.

Yet, the moment a battle began, those countless fragmented souls and Spirits would unify as never before. It was as if an unbreakable thread integrated them completely into one, a will that even death could not defy.

Kill the enemy! Save the nation!

Dignity! Peace!

Though his natural Physical Talent was merely average, with the help of those countless fragmented personalities, he became the Death God of the battlefield.

"’History will remember their deeds, but not their names. Humanity is a forgetful species. In a few decades, or a century, people might remember the heroic group, but they won’t remember the individuals who formed it.’"

"’Most of them were orphans whose parents and relatives had long since disappeared in the chaos. When we grow old and die, there will be no one left to remember their names. They will truly die their final death, vanishing from this world. So many of them... far, far too many...’"

"’I will give them new life. They will share this body with me, this soul. They will be vibrant and alive, carrying their ideals and their convictions. Don’t worry. I will not fall, because *they* won’t let me fall!’"

In the end, Lei Yi succeeded. He did not lose himself; on the contrary, he came to understand the mysteries of life and death.

Time washes everything away. The years blurred the scenes and the names. But here, inside him, Lei Yi had collected them all.

He did not stand alone. When the horn for the charge sounded again, immortal Heroic Spirits would roar alongside him, their voices brimming with killing intent.

End slaughter with slaughter, and carve out a just world!

With a furious roar from Lei Yi, hazy figures appeared all around him, seeming to cover every inch of his body before vanishing in a flash.

And in that fleeting instant, these countless hazy figures manipulated his Killing Aura Magnetic Field, instantly shattering the power of the Netherworld Curse Binding that had coiled around him like an infant’s arms. The curse’s attack failed to hinder his movements in the slightest.

SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH!!

He swung his arms violently, his fists coated in a killing aura as sharp as military daggers. With his tendons as the bow and his very bones as the arrow, he struck out with explosive force.

BAM! BAM! BAM!!

The two clashed in a violent instant. Lei Yi’s Killing Aura Magnetic Field was incredibly sharp and relentless, and even the defensive field of the Insect Totem could barely withstand it.

Each blow killed a massive number of the microorganisms. If the damage continued, his bodily functions would suffer greatly. He didn’t possess Yuan Luàn’s terrifying Recovery Power.

Ghost Night’s eyes narrowed. Nearby, Rajana used his Buddhist Celestial Eye Power to clearly observe the changes within Ghost Night’s body.

Countless Feathered Serpent Shadows flooded into the third face on his body—a misty-white face as beautiful as a celestial maiden. Bolstered by the power of numerous sacrifices, that face abruptly snapped its eyes open.

"Watch out! He’s using his third ability!!"

Rajana roared as he shot forward, trying to prevent Lei Yi from being struck by the strange ability and suffering dire consequences.

Hearing Rajana’s shout, Lei Yi’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t stop his assault, pressing the attack.

SWOOSH!!

His fist struck Ghost Night’s body, but it unexpectedly burst apart. A moment later, a new body coalesced from countless Feathered Serpent Shadows a short distance away.

’What is this?’

Lei Yi’s expression tensed. ’An Immortal Ability? Body reconstruction?’

Just as he prepared to pursue the reconstituting Ghost Night, Rajana’s voice suddenly rang in his ear, "It’s an illusion! Watch your left!"

Lei Yi reacted instantly, throwing a punch to his left.

BAM!!

The sound of fist meeting fist rang out. Because he’d struck in a hurry, his blow was a few shades weaker, and Lei Yi was knocked back several steps.

Witchcraft - Mirage.

It was a powerful Illusion Technique that worked by distorting light and magnetic fields, while also implanting suggestions to guide the target’s own field. Attacks based on magnetic fields had almost no effect on it; even Lei Yi’s Killing Aura Magnetic Field was no exception.

However, the bane of this ability was precisely True Sight Class Martial Daos and Divine Powers, such as the Holy Heart Sect’s secret eye skill, or the Buddhist Sect’s Celestial Eye. This was why Ghost Night had refrained from using this ability in the fight until now—because of Rajana.

Without Rajana’s Celestial Eye, any ordinary Celestial Phenomenon-level warrior caught by all three of his abilities at once would be facing certain death.

He had obtained a medium for Rajana’s magnetic field at the very start of the battle, giving him a decisive advantage from the outset.

But at the same time, Rajana’s Celestial Eye also countered one of his abilities—a classic trade-off.

’An illusion?’

’Even the Killing Aura Magnetic Field couldn’t dispel it?’

Lei Yi raised an eyebrow. Rajana had already come to his side.

By now, Ghost Night had already canceled the Mirage effect from his third face and had put several dozen meters between himself and Lei Yi and Rajana.

"That Celestial Eye is a real pain. I thought this would be an easy mission, a chance to make a quick buck. Looks like I might end up taking a loss on this one," Ghost Night lamented. The next moment, he inhaled sharply.

FWOOSH FWOOSH FWOOSH!!

The translucent Spirit Bodies in the plaza began to pour uncontrollably into his body.

The fourth face on his body—a blood-red face with bestial features, like that of a Purgatory Evil Ghost—opened its cavernous, bloody maw.