Yun Jin smiled and said, "It seems you've already figured it out. That's right. I'm not the Yun Jin of the Seventh World. I come from the First Parallel World."
He seemed somewhat wistful. He raised his head and sighed softly, an exceedingly complicated mix of emotions showing in his eyes.
"Yun Che, did you know? Across the seven parallel worlds, aside from me in the First Parallel World, every other version of me died at your hands before the Great Yuan Empire even fell."
"You seem to have the favor of the Heavenly Dao. Clearly, I was the protagonist, and I was Qin Keyi's fiancé. Yet without exception, you rose against the odds, surpassed me, and then turned the tables and killed me."
"Back then, I wondered: was I really supposed to die? Was my existence meant to be nothing more than a stepping stone for your rise? I refused to accept it!"
"So I kept trying to avoid crossing paths with you. I established the Land of Shells, formed a pact with the Azure Pioneer, and successfully wiped out the versions of you in five other parallel worlds. At last, I stood above you."
"Your growth has moved my plans forward quite a bit, but that hardly matters. I've looked forward to this battle for years. Come, Yun Che! This will be our final battle."
After hearing him out, Yun Che actually felt little anger. He could sense the other man's determination to change his fate as cannon fodder.
Even if the man was merely a random NPC, his determination was already beyond reproach.
"You want a fight? Then let's fight!"
Before those words had faded, Yun Jin charged over amid an overwhelming flood of golden-red divine light. Heaven-Opening Axe intent surged from his palm, condensing into a