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

The ethereal sound resonated softly within the building, like someone gently plucking an invisible string in the water, each note carrying a strange rhythm.

It's like soaking in a warm spring; it gives you the illusion that your body and mind are being healed.

"The sharpness of weapons, the elegance of drifting clouds, the trajectory of stars..." The ethereal voice paused, as if confirming something.

After a moment, He didn't continue, but changed the subject, a hint of surprise in His tone, "It's normal for the composition of the ability to be a bit complex. But how come—only a third of your lifespan remains?"

The voice was still gentle, but Wu You detected a hint of doubt in it.

Hearing this, Wu You felt a slight sense of relief.

Even the Lord of Li could only sense the aura of the sword techniques he had learned from the Sword Manual, but could not sense the existence of the Sword Manual itself.

That mysterious panel, the golden finger that allowed him to rise from an ordinary person to where he is today, remains his deepest secret.

At this moment, Elder Wei stepped forward and respectfully said, "Fifth Your Majesty, this is Wu You, who resolved the Lanhe Divine Descent incident last time."

Wu You glanced at the pale blue figure.

The incredibly beautiful blue figure was touching her chin, her slender fingers gently tapping on her beautifully curved jawline, the movement very light, as if she were thinking about something.

This action also adds a touch of humanity to Him, unlike when He first appeared as an unapproachable female deity sitting on a cloud.

"The God of Lanhe descended...that Thousand-Faced fellow..." He murmured, his tone filled with complex emotions, "No wonder..."

He nodded, a hint of understanding flashing in his pale blue eyes.

Then, He sighed: "Recently, a great change has occurred in the Corpse Realm, which has also intensified the invasion against us. The current situation is really not optimistic. Thank you for your hard work."

The Corpse Realm? The world where the Corpse Race resides?

Has a massive change occurred in the Corpse Realm?

Wu You almost instantly thought of the alliance between the Thousand-Faced Corpse Clan and the Lustful Corpse Clan, the collapse of the order within the Myriad Beast Corpse Clan, and the almost torturous attitude of the Lustful Corpse Clan towards the pure-blooded Myriad Beast Corpse Clan.

All signs indicate that a violent upheaval is taking place within the world of the Corpse Species, and the human world seems to be merely a corner affected by this upheaval.

Then, a somewhat absurd thought flashed through Wu You's mind: Could it be that the gods of the Corpse World are not entirely on the same side?

However, considering the history of the previous generation where different sects were hostile to each other and regarded each other as heretics, it seems normal for there to be disagreements and disputes among the Corpse Gods.

However, while those sects in the previous life ostensibly attacked each other because of their different beliefs, in reality, they were only at odds over worldly interests such as land, taxes, and population.

So, what is the reason for the gods of the Corpse World to be hostile to each other?

Just as Wu You's thoughts were churning, the ethereal voice rang out again, pulling him back to reality.

"Your abilities include elements related to stars—that extra star that appeared in the deep dark realm sky today…"

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was already clear.

Wu You nodded directly, without the slightest hesitation or concealment: "It was caused by my abilities."

This kind of thing can't be hidden, and there's no need to hide it.

After all, that star is still hanging next to that black sun.

Upon hearing this, the blue figure fell into deep thought.

His brows furrowed slightly, and his pale blue eyes lost focus, as if gazing into the far, far distance.

A moment later, His gaze shifted to Old Wei, whose hair was gray, and there was a meaning in his eyes that Wu You could not understand.

Then, He extended His slender fingers, and a ball of blue-gold light condensed at the tip of His finger. With a slight flick, the blue-gold light shot out from His fingertip, gradually changing shape as it flew: from a ball of light into a thin branch, and from the branch into a complete, emerald-green plant with golden threads.

The plant's leaves trembled slightly in the blue light, as if they were breathing.

Wu You was familiar with that plant; he had recently eaten one.

The ethereal voice was slightly serious, carrying an undeniable emphasis: "Xiao Lin, this Fate-Defying Grass can only be used by you!"

Old Wei's shoulders involuntarily shrugged, his gray hair swayed, and a guilty expression appeared on his face. He gave an awkward laugh, and his voice was much lower than usual: "Uh... I'll definitely do it next time."

His appearance and tone showed no trace of the majesty of a tenth-level guardian.

Seeing Wei Lao's embarrassed appearance, Wu You couldn't help but smile slightly.

Then, Old Master Wei placed his right hand on his chest, bowed deeply again, and said in his voice, which was as respectful as before, "Then I shall take my leave, Your Majesty."

The blue figure nodded slightly.

Old Wei turned around, pushed open the door, and walked out.

He closed the door behind him as he left, and the black stone door slowly closed with a low hum.

At this point, only Wu You and that soft blue figure remained inside the building.

Wu You felt that dampness all over his body again; he knew it was the gaze of the Fifth Lord of Li.

Those pale blue eyes were looking at him, not so much scrutinizing as... appraising.

Then, another beam of blue-gold light shot out from between His fingers.

This time, the light did not turn into a plant or any other form, but went straight into Wu You's body.

The moment the light entered his body, Wu You felt a warm current spreading from his chest, exactly the same feeling he had when he ate the Reversal Grass—that gentle, vibrant, almost divine power flowed through his body.

As the light washed over him, the lingering energy within Wu You's body diminished once more.

The sense of decay that lingered deep within him seemed to have been diluted by something, becoming even thinner.

Now, the waning energy within him is only about half of what it was at the beginning.

At the same time, the ethereal voice rang out again, carrying a faint regret: "Now that my main body is not here, this is all I can do."

Wu You also placed his right hand on his chest and bowed deeply.

This time, his movements were more natural than before: "That's enough." His voice wasn't loud, but it was sincere. "Thank you, Your Majesty."

The blue-clad figure shook his head, his gaze still fixed on Wu You.

"You should have already come into contact with the power of 'rules' by now."

His tone was not a question, but a statement that the answer had already been determined.

"Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to deal with the Thousand Faces' descent. Even if the offerings for the descent ritual weren't many, the dimensional barrier it possessed was enough to give most True Yangs a headache."

"The depletion of your lifespan is also due to forcibly manipulating the rules."

Dimensional barrier. Wu You unconsciously recalled that battle.

Ordinary attacks would simply pass right through the Thousand-Faced God's avatar, as if they were piercing through the air or something that didn't exist.

Even if a hit is achieved, a faint red barrier, seemingly ethereal, surrounds Him, blocking all attacks.

So this ability is called a dimensional barrier?

Moreover, it seems that the Fifth Lord of Li regarded the cost of consuming lifespan in [Lihentian] as the cost of controlling the rules.

But Wu You then recalled what the Thousand-Faced God had said before his descent and dissipation—He had also mentioned the rules.

In addition to the "power of rules" and "the edge of god" that the eighth-tier abhorrent royal family member shouted before its death, plus the "rules" spoken by the Lord Li himself in front of us.

All these fragments, pieced together, point in the same direction.

Wu You's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

He couldn't help but ask, his voice filled with an urgent thirst for knowledge and a desire for answers: "Your Majesty, what are these so-called rules—"

"What exactly is that?"

The blue figure remained silent for a moment, its pale blue eyes fixed on Wu You.

Then He shook His head.

"Rules are not 'things'." The ethereal voice slowly rang out, "They are the rhythm of the world's breathing, the grammar of existence's continuation, and the script of the evolution of all things."

"It is order, it is law, it is authority."

He paused, and a glint of light, which Wu You couldn't understand, flashed in his pale blue eyes.

"Too……"

The ethereal voice paused for a moment: "The foundation for becoming a god."