The Ancient One, a supreme powerhouse who had gotten her boxed lunch early because the special effects were too expensive.
Ling Yi had already experienced a Marvel world once, so he naturally had a favorable impression of the Ancient One.
Honestly, the Ancient One's death had made far too little sense. No matter how Marvel officially explained it, her death was an enormous regret for the Marvel cinematic world.
Ling Yi respected the Ancient One greatly, but respect did not mean he would let her interfere with his plans.
"Sorry, this is my duty. It has nothing to do with right or wrong, just as the law takes precedence over personal feelings. These spacetime destroyers are the root of calamity. They will only make this vast world more and more chaotic, not better and better."
"Besides..." Ling Yi paused. "What you've seen is only the tip of the iceberg. Your horizons and strength have been limited by this world."
This was the first time the Ancient One had heard anyone say her horizons were insufficient. She could travel through different dimensions, speak with herself in different spacetimes, and learn of all sorts of futures on different timelines, yet this man actually said her horizons were narrow?
As though seeing through her thoughts, Ling Yi said, "The worlds you see are all connected to you. The timelines you understand are all ones whose futures have already been mapped out. What you see is merely parallel spacetime. Step outside this circle, and there is a much broader world beyond."
"What you say may be true, but your goal isn't to change this world's future. What is your real goal?"
Ling Yi froze for a moment, then smiled. "As expected, the Sorcerer Supreme is still the Sorcerer Supreme. You're right."
"Right now, I have only one goal: to fight. As for my ultimate goal, it's that source of calamity plaguing the myriad worlds."
"But rest assured, I bear this world no ill will." Ling Yi had never taken the initiative to destroy any world. Even the Resident Evil world and the Train to Busan World that had merged into the Ling Realm would only turn out better than their futures otherwise held.
Although Ling Yi had been a brute in his previous life, that had been a result of his experiences. His true heart had never been tainted by darkness; it had even remained bright all along.
His travels through the myriad worlds were involuntary, but his system cheat had never forced him to destroy those worlds either.
Ling Yi had never understood the ultimate purpose of his travels through the myriad worlds, so he had always followed his heart and done whatever he found fun.
For example, giving himself different character settings in different worlds... because Ling Yi was also searching for his own path.
The protagonists of many novels had their own main storylines, whether imposed upon them or pursued of their own accord. For example, they had to work hard to defeat some great villain, or they pursued higher Martial Dao realms, constantly challenging their own limits...
Ling Yi, however, had been practically invincible from the start. There was neither a predetermined villain boss for him to fight nor a quest system.
Thus, Ling Yi had to find his own path, or create a main storyline of his own.
What Ling Yi feared most was becoming numb and indifferent along the long road ahead, turning into a walking corpse who had lost interest in everything.
For now, pursuing Great Perfection of the Body of Laws was his main storyline.
"I indeed haven't sensed any ill will from you. I am rather interested in this so-called source of calamity you mentioned, though."
"It's a... magical treasure created by an unknown, powerful consciousness, containing a vast amount of the power of origin laws."
"Through this magical treasure, people from different worlds can be connected and added to a chat group, something like a messaging app. Members who join the group can communicate with one another and even travel to each other's worlds, helping one another and progressing together."
"They can even redeem all sorts of powerful cultivation techniques, supernatural abilities, bloodlines, and magical treasures in the chat group to grow stronger."
"There's no such thing as a free lunch," The Ancient One said with a frown.
Ling Yi nodded. "Yes. In fact, the members who can join this chat group are all children of destiny from different worlds. Take Tony Stark, for example. You should know how profoundly Tony will influence this world in the future."
"I don't know what that unknown consciousness wants, but it's definitely nothing good. Perhaps they want to plunder the origins of different worlds. Perhaps they're after the power of destiny belonging to these children of destiny."
"Are you any different from that unknown consciousness?" Still not quite trusting Ling Yi, the Ancient One probed. Having no ill will did not mean he would not have a harmful influence on this world.
"Different? Perhaps the process is the same sometimes, but I can guarantee that these worlds will become better and better, rather than entering another cycle or... being destroyed."
The Ancient One said nothing more. She knew she could not stop Ling Yi. He was far too powerful. Although she could not see his future, she could see her own.
Whenever she attacked Ling Yi, the outcome was always an instant kill, without any ability to resist.
At that moment, more than a dozen figures appeared on the horizon and flew over at tremendous speed, reaching the sky above them in the blink of an eye.
Looking at their outfits, Ling Yi understood. Clearly, these people had been cheating over the past week.
All of them wore the exclusive battle armor of the Frieza Force from Dragon Ball, all had cultivated the Qi from Dragon Ball, and all had made a tremendous leap in strength.
Lin Feng and the others had indeed been cheating. To raise their strength rapidly in a short time, Lin Feng had each of them redeem two opportunities to make wishes with the Dragon Balls. Their wishes had all been to obtain the Martial Dao experience of the future Kakarot after reaching Super Saiyan 3 in the Dragon Balls World, and a Saiyan bloodline.
Afterward, Lin Feng, the group owner, had redeemed the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, and everyone had cultivated inside for three years.
The power of laws surged in Ling Yi's eyes, revealing their strength at a glance.
Whitebeard remained the strongest, with a power level of 3,500,000.
The weakest was Cao Mengde, whose power level had also reached 1,500,000.
The others, such as Xiao Huohuo and Sasuke, had power levels of around 2,000,000. Vegeta was second only to Whitebeard, with a power level of 3,000,000.
As for the group owner, Lin Feng, his power level was actually not high, at only 1,800,000.
Ling Yi knew these power levels certainly did not represent their ultimate combat strength. In all likelihood, they had also mastered some combat techniques from the Dragon Balls World, such as Kaio-ken, which could instantly multiply their strength tenfold or twentyfold.
These people were truly shameless with their cheats. Ling Yi knew that the unknown consciousness had already recognized the danger he posed, so it was forcibly giving them massive cheats.
When the Passive Hostility Aura locked onto that unknown consciousness, it might already have given that existence a vague sense of impending danger.
"You cannot fight on Earth," The Ancient One said with a frown. Ling Yi could sense the power levels of Lin Feng and the others, and naturally, the Ancient One could also sense how powerful they were.
"Then let's change the setting." Ling Yi snapped his fingers, and their surroundings instantly transformed.
The desert had become an enormous circular plaza. A massive fighting ring rose in its center, surrounded by a ring of spectator stands.
Behind the ring stood a flag bearing the words "World Martial Arts Tournament."
This was a space Ling Yi had created, modeled after the venue of the World Martial Arts Tournament in the Dragon Balls World.
"World Martial Arts Tournament?" Lin Feng frowned. Another finger snap?
This power to transform heaven and earth in the blink of an eye made everyone, whose strength had soared and who had been brimming with confidence, wary once more.
"What terrifying Power of Space." The Ancient One possessed spatial magic. She could clearly sense that this was no longer as simple as mere space. It was practically an independent little world.
Stable, sturdy, and unbreakable. At the very least, she had no way to leave this space.
"Seems like we're missing an audience," Xiao Huohuo remarked casually.
"An audience? Easy!" Ling Yi snapped his fingers again.
Then one familiar figure after another from the Marvel world appeared in the spectator stands.
S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Nick Fury, Deputy Director Maria Hill, Coulson, Black Widow, Barton, Captain America, Little Spider Peter Parker, the future Black Panther T'Challa, the future War Machine Rhodey, Hydra's veteran undercover agents in S.H.I.E.L.D., Alexander Pierce and Sitwell, underworld emperor Kingpin, Kingpin's subordinate Bullseye, Hell's Kitchen's dark heroes Punisher and Daredevil, Iron Man's future enemies Ivan Vanko and Doctor Killian...
Asgard's God-King Odin and his three unruly children, Hela, Thor, and Loki...
The universe's family-planning commissioner, Thanos the Mad Titan, along with his five great generals and two daughters, Kree Empire leader Ronan, Star-Lord, Little Raccoon, and the others from the Guardians of the Galaxy...
With a snap of his fingers, Ling Yi had summoned all these people into this space and fixed them in the spectator stands.
These people could talk to one another, but they could not move, use weapons, or wield any power...
The previously empty stands were instantly full.
Ling Yi nodded in great satisfaction. Standing in the center of the ring, he looked at Lin Feng and the others and smiled. "Now we have an audience and a ring. The same words still apply: defeat me, and you earn the right to live. As for the price of failure... erasure!"
"You can fight me one-on-one or all come at once. Get knocked unconscious, you lose. Get killed, you lose. Fall out of the ring, you lose."
Ling Yi looked at the Ancient One. "Sorcerer Supreme, how about serving as the referee?"
Looking at the immensely spectacular scene, the Ancient One grew interested as well and nodded in agreement.