The undead have descended upon the world? I possess a sword that can cleave the heavens once more!

Passing through the portal to the deep dark realm, Wu You stepped over the dark blue stone tablet inscribed with the words "Supply Department" and entered.

Inside the quartermaster department, the old man with gray hair was still standing behind the counter, pointing at something on the light screen in front of him.

The text on the screen was small and densely packed, with occasional flashes of blue light from his fingertips, as if he were processing some complex list.

As soon as Wu You walked in, Old Man Wei, without even looking up, said, "You've arrived?"

Wu You walked over and nodded: "Old Wei."

Then, after a pause, he asked, "You're looking for me...?"

Old Wei didn't answer directly, but simply raised his head and glanced at Wu You with his cloudy eyes: "You'll find out soon enough."

After he finished speaking, he tapped the light screen in front of him a few more times with his finger.

The same man in the black trench coat with two epaulettes walked out of the small room, carrying a stack of documents.

His gaze swept over Wu You, then turned to Elder Wei: "Elder Wei."

"Keep an eye on things here, I'm going out for a bit," Old Wei said casually.

Going out again? Old Wei, who usually stays at home in the quartermaster department and practically welds himself to the counter, is going out twice today?

The man glanced at Wu You curiously, nodded, and didn't ask any further questions: "Okay, Elder Wei."

Old Wei stepped out of the quartermaster counter, his gray hair gleaming silver, and said to Wu You, "Come with me." Then he walked out of the quartermaster's office first.

Upon seeing this, Wu You immediately followed closely behind.

Neither of them stepped into the air; instead, they walked step by step on the dark blue-green stone slabs, their footsteps echoing softly in the somewhat empty street.

Wu You was somewhat puzzled and couldn't help but ask, "Old Wei, what's going on here...?"

Old Wei glanced at his watch and chuckled, "Young man, don't be in such a hurry."

His pace was neither hurried nor slow, as if he were taking a stroll.

Since that was the case, Wu You didn't ask any more questions and quietly followed behind Elder Wei.

Before long, they arrived at a building that was significantly taller than the surrounding dark blue stone houses, and Old Wei stopped.

Wu You also stopped, his gaze falling on the unique building in front of him.

It was twice as tall as the surrounding stone houses, and its walls were made of the same dark blue stone, but with many white patterns that looked like vines, spreading from the base of the walls to the roof.

The patterns shimmered slightly, not dazzling, but very noticeable, as if something was flowing within them.

Old Wei's voice rang out again: "Yes, the timing is just right."

Upon hearing this, Wu You unconsciously glanced at his watch: 19:36.

What was so special about this time? Before he could figure it out, the white stripes on the building suddenly began to glow with a faint blue light.

It wasn't a sudden, blinding light, but a gentle light, as if it were seeping from within, gradually brightening layer by layer from dark to light.

The white patterns seemed to come alive, flowing slowly across the wall, intertwining, entwining, separating, and then intertwining again, forming complex patterns.

At this moment, Old Wei reached out and pushed open the building's door.

The door hinges emitted a low hum, like some kind of musical instrument playing a soft tune.

Old Wei went in first, then turned back and said, "Come in, child."

His voice held a new seriousness it didn't usually have.

Wu You followed him inside.

Upon entering, you find yourself in a spacious and open area, much larger than it appears from the outside, as if the interior space has been artificially expanded.

Apart from some white patterns carved on the surrounding walls that were similar to those on the exterior walls, there was nothing inside the building—no counters, no tables and chairs, no furnishings whatsoever.

The entire space was empty, like a hollowed-out box.

The floor is also covered with dense patterns that extend from the doorway to the center of the room, converging into a circular pattern with a diameter of about two meters.

Just as Wu You was filled with doubt and about to ask a question, a light blue light shone in from somewhere and landed on the circular pattern in the center of the building.

The light was pure, without a trace of impurity, as if it had been dredged up from the deepest part of the sea, carrying a cool and moist feeling.

It illuminated the circular pattern on the ground, and the lines began to slowly flow under the blue light, like a sophisticated instrument being activated.

Wu You looked up, trying to find the source of the light blue light: there were no lights on the ceiling or windows on the walls of the room, and the light seemed to appear out of thin air, coming from nothingness and landing on solid ground.

Old Wei's voice came again, this time with an undeniable seriousness: "Close your eyes."

Wu You closed his eyes without hesitation.

In the last moment before he closed his eyes, he saw a peculiar symbol forming in the very center of the blue light—two curved, seemingly slowly flowing parallel arcs, like two parallel rivers. The instant the symbol took shape, the blue light intensified.

Then the world went quiet.

Two seconds later, a soft, ethereal female voice drifted into Wu You's ears from all directions.

The voice wasn't loud, but every word seemed to echo directly in his mind—clear, gentle, and with an indescribable rhythm, like a mountain stream or a calm sea, making him feel at ease and peaceful, and unconsciously wanting to relax his guard.

"Rin, it's been a long time."

Wu You heard Elder Wei's voice coming from beside him, carrying a kind of almost pious respect that he had never heard before: "Wei Lin, pays respects to His Majesty the Fifth."

The Fifth Crown?

Wu You suddenly opened his eyes.

There, the white-haired old man Wei was bowing deeply to the figure in the blue light, his hand on his chest.

Then, Wu You's gaze shifted to that figure.

It was a blurry figure, indistinct and as if veiled by a thin layer of gauze.

It was as if someone had hung a transparent piece of silk in front of her; it was right in front of her, yet she couldn't see any details.

Even if you can't see the details clearly, you can still sense from that blurry outline that she is an extremely beautiful woman.

She was tall and elegant, standing there like a willow tree swaying in the wind. Her hair was very long and blue, smooth as waves, cascading down from her shoulders to her waist and then to the back of her knees, as if she were wearing the entire ocean on her body.

Her eyes were also a serene, deep blue, like two gems polished by the sea for millions of years, gentle and profound.

No introduction or explanation was needed. The moment Wu You saw those eyes, he understood who this person was.

The Fifth Crown?

Your Majesty?

It's the Fifth Lord Li that Elder Wei mentioned before!

The nine supreme leaders of Jiuli, one of the strongest beings, and the pinnacle of the entire human world.

At this moment, I stood right in front of him. Although I couldn't see his face, the aura he exuded, capable of commanding the submission of all things, was undeniable.

Wu You's heart skipped a beat. He immediately imitated Old Wei, placing his right hand on his chest and bowing.

His movements weren't as skillful as Wei Lao's, but his reverence for the strong was the same.

"See the Fifth Crown Prince."

The blue figure shifted its gaze to Wu You, who was standing to the side.

Those pale blue eyes were calm and gentle, like the waters of a lake in spring, without wind or waves, only endless, peaceful tranquility.

But Wu You, who was being stared at by that gaze, felt a sudden tightness in his heart.

He felt as if he were surrounded by damp moisture, and at the same time, he felt that his entire body, inside and out, from skin to bone, from flesh to soul, was seen through by those eyes.

It seemed that no secret could be hidden from those eyes, and no disguise could be maintained under that gaze.

The ethereal voice rang out again, carrying a faint sense of approval after confirmation.

"An eighth-ranked individual under nineteen, not bad."

The voice was very soft, like the wind blowing across the water, but to Wu You's ears, every word felt heavy.

Is this the gaze of the strongest?