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

The golden-eyed, cat-eared little girl ripped off the white pajamas that were blocking his vision.

"Heh, you humans are just so pretentious."

His lips curled down, and his golden vertical pupils were filled with disdain.

However, although that's what He said, He still obediently put it on.

But her figure was still too small; when Wu You's pajamas were put on her, it still looked like a child wearing adult clothes.

The collar of her pajamas was askew, revealing a section of her bright white collarbone; the left sleeve was far too long, hanging down like a water sleeve on a theatrical stage; the right sleeve barely revealed a few fingertips, their nails gleaming a faint pinkish-gold in the afterglow of the setting sun.

He looked down at the clothes he was wearing, which were clearly too big, and his thin eyebrows furrowed together.

"Look at this!" He looked up, his golden eyes glaring at Wu You. "So next time, can you at least buy some smaller clothes?"

Wu You listened to His words but did not respond; instead, he pondered.

His sudden departure midway through the conversation and his act of throwing clothes at the other person's head were not random actions.

This is a test.

He wanted to see how this self-proclaimed "deity" would react to such an offensive act.

The other party did not seem to show any negative emotions: no anger, no threats, not even a harsh word.

This puzzled Wu You. Could it be that the other party really didn't have any bad intentions?

And if what the other party said is true...

What kind of deal did this Corpse God make with the Lords of the Li Clan, and why is he still staying in his residence?

Moreover, judging from His words, it seems He intends to stay on my side indefinitely.

Thinking of this, Wu You suddenly felt a toothache.

What merit or ability does he have to command a deity to condescend to live in his home?

"You stay here, I'm going to find Fifth—"

Wu You hadn't finished speaking.

A beam of blue light appeared from nowhere and silently formed a phantom, graceful figure beside Wu You.

The humidity in the air spiked dramatically within seconds.

Wu You was also startled, and immediately put his right hand on his chest and bowed slightly.

"The Fifth Crown Prince".

The pale blue figure nodded slightly.

Before Wu You could speak, the golden-eyed cat-eared little girl spoke first.

He trotted over from the door of the meditation room, his bare feet making a pattering sound on the floor.

"Youlan, you're here! He doesn't believe me! You need to explain to him quickly!"

Upon hearing this, Wu You also looked towards the figure of the Fifth Lord of Li.

Hearing the words of the golden-eyed cat-eared little girl, Fifth Lord Li remained silent for a moment before looking at Wu You.

"He is indeed a deity of the Corpse Realm."

"They do indeed have a partnership with us."

Wu You's brow twitched almost imperceptibly.

"As for you and Him..." Fifth Lord paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

The pause was a bit longer than before.

Wu You noticed that His gaze shifted from his face for a moment, lingered on the cat-eared little girl for less than half a second, and then moved back.

"Hmm..." He paused again.

"You don't need to worry about Him posing any threat to you."

"You don't need to worry about the rest."

After saying this, the blue light began to fade.

The graceful pale blue figure began to become transparent from the edges, and the dampness in the air also faded. The water vapor on the wall evaporated little by little and disappeared without a trace.

In the end, not a trace was left, as if it had never existed.

Wu You was still somewhat dazed until the damp feeling completely subsided.

No, is there really a Corpse God living in his house?

A true deity from the Corpse Realm, who once stood above all living beings, was now wearing his white pajamas, standing on his floor, looking at him with a pair of golden vertical pupils.

"Wu You, you heard that, right!"

"Now you should believe it!"

Wu You didn't respond to His words; in his mind, several fragments were rapidly piecing themselves together.

The collapse of order among the beast race, the giant tiger at the True Yang Realm, another consciousness lurking within the little black cat, and the wisp of divinity obtained from the giant tiger...

The fragments, pieced together, formed a picture that, while not complete, was clear enough.

Then, Wu You narrowed his eyes, connecting the information he knew, and said directly, "You are the God of All Beasts."

It's not a question, it's a statement.

Judging from the other party's current situation, it is clear that they are not in good condition, and it can even be described as extremely bad.

Otherwise, as a high and mighty deity, He wouldn't have had to condescend to stay in the body of a little black cat.

Given His cooperation with the Lords of the Li, and considering the current state of the Beast Clan's collapse of order and lack of leadership, Wu You could easily draw a conclusion: the other party was the God of Beasts, the progenitor and deity of the Beast Clan!

Moreover, the fact that the other party has fallen to this state should be caused by other gods in the Corpse Realm.

Otherwise, the other party wouldn't have sought cooperation with the human Lord Li.

After all, the enemy of my enemy is the best partner.

At the same time, Wu You understood why the giant tiger said the little black cat would definitely reach the twelfth rank. It was very likely that the tiger wasn't referring to the little black cat, but rather to the God of Beasts who had somehow appeared within it.

Even if a deity is in the worst condition, reaching the twelfth rank shouldn't be too difficult.

"cough--"

"This is also one of my names."

"However, I still prefer the title of 'Eternal Ruler of the Evolutionary Ladder'."

Hearing the other person's words, Wu You looked down at the small figure: The eternal ruler of the evolutionary ladder? That's it?

"Hey! What kind of look is that?!"

The cat-eared girl keenly caught the subtle, indescribable meaning in Wu You's eyes.

"You're blaspheming, don't you know that?!"

"In the Corpse Realm, blasphemy is punishable by death!"

Wu You ignored the golden-eyed cat-eared toddler below who was still squealing and wailing, and was thinking about something else.

Why did the Fifth Lord say that the other party posed no threat to him?

Can a deity from the Corpse Realm truly be trusted?

What is the basis for the cooperation between the two parties?

Could it be that the other side has some leverage or restriction that has fallen into the hands of the human side?

Otherwise, given the increasingly severe situation of the Corpse Realm invasion, the Lords of Li should not have taken such a risk.

Moreover, the fifth Lord of Leh had previously said "you and Him," but then left his sentence unfinished.

Could it be that the leverage or restrictions left by the other side on the human side are related to me?

A thought suddenly flashed through Wu You's mind.

If there is any connection between myself and the other party, it is probably only the divinity formed by the so-called faith given by the giant tiger.

At the time, there were pursuers from the Lustful Corpse Seeds behind us, so I didn't think about it carefully. But now that I think about it, it's not normal for a giant tiger in the True Yang Realm to have divinity.

But if it were the God of Beasts, it would make perfect sense.

It is perfectly normal for a deity to possess divinity.

Wu You looked down again at the blonde cat-eared girl in ill-fitting pajamas below, and made a judgment in his mind: the giant tiger that was communicating with him should be the God of Beasts, or someone controlled by Him.

That divine quality was also given to him specifically by the God of Beasts!

Wu You didn't mince words. Since the other party posed no threat to him, what was there to worry about?

He looked directly into those golden eyes and asked, "Is there something wrong with that divinity?"

The living room fell silent.

A moment later, the mature, husky female voice spoke.

"Um."

"That was a wisp that separated from my [divinity], pointing entirely to my original divinity."

He paused, as if to make sure Wu You understood every word in that sentence.

"By absorbing that primordial divinity, you have formed a certain degree of bond with me."

Wu You's eyes narrowed: [Divinity]? Primordial divinity? That divinity was indeed problematic!

"Some degree of binding?"

He answered directly and without hesitation: "Yes, simply put, we are now one in life and death."

"If I fall, you will die; if you die, I will fall too!"

"The kind where both the true spirit and the physical body are annihilated!"

Wu You was immediately startled!

Is this some kind of bond? This is clearly a matter of life and death together!

Moreover, he now understands what leverage the other side has left for humanity.

That's me!

Wu You was completely bewildered: ???

The weakness is actually in my own hands?

. . . . . .

Lao Yue wrote a biography for the protagonist, which will be added to the main text gradually.

(This section has been added to Chapter 1.)

The New Calendar - The Chronicles of the Sword Ancestor - The Beginning of Calamity, Part One

Sword Ancestor, whose given name is unknown, possessed a chivalrous spirit from a young age, was of a fierce nature, and valued friendship. He was a student in high school (meaning he was still studying/not yet finished his studies), and was sworn brothers with Youwei. The two were inseparable, like brothers, and their classmates all envied them.

In those days, there existed a monstrous corpse, named Thousand Faces, of the lowest kind, the lowest of the low among corpses, lurking in the shadows, harming the living. That year, Zu was still young, not yet proficient in swordsmanship, and had not yet awakened. One day, Wei Tu encountered this lowly monstrous corpse, was suddenly attacked, devoured by it, mutated into a corpse, and reduced to a monster, no longer human.

Zu witnessed his dear friend's horrific state—a mangled mess of flesh and blood, his body and soul utterly destroyed—and was overcome with profound grief, his mind shattered. Grief and resentment surged within him, and his unwavering resolve erupted. In his sorrow, he was divinely granted swordsmanship, awakening abilities beyond the reach of ordinary people.

From that time onward, the ancestor abandoned his idle heart, cherishing the ambition to eliminate corpses and save the world. He took up his sword and embarked on a journey, slaying evil spirits and vanquishing calamities. He persevered through countless tribulations and remained steadfast through a thousand hardships. After years of honing his skills, his swordsmanship reached a divine level. He ascended to the highest realm, suppressed the evil corpses of other worlds, and protected all living beings. Later generations revered him as the Sword Ancestor.

Later generations commented: "A thousand-faced, lowly corpse, a mere insignificant creature. Yet this one bite severed the lives of old friends and stirred the heart of the Sword Ancestor. Without this calamity, there would have been no awakening that day; without that awakening, there would have been no supreme Sword Master of later generations. The calamity began small, but the merit endures for eternity; the mysteries of the world are truly thus."