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

This time, Wu You was no longer in a hurry.

He slowed his pace, his figure moving slowly above the Jiuli base, the hem of his black trench coat fluttering gently with his steps, his long white hair spreading out in the morning breeze.

During this time, Wu You's figure also attracted the attention of many torchbearers on the ground of the base.

Some people looked up once and then continued on their way; some looked up twice and then pointed to the sky with their companions; some simply stopped and craned their necks to watch the white figure disappear into the distance.

He usually flies so fast that you can only see a blur. But today, he flew so slowly that everyone on the ground could see his outline and his general appearance.

Seeing this, Wu You directly stepped into the air towards the rising sun, until he disappeared into the clouds and could no longer be seen by people on the ground.

His figure became fainter and more blurred as he rose, transforming from a human shape into a tiny dot of light, and then completely disappearing into the sea of ​​clouds.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, Wu You strolled among them.

The sky and the ground here are different. On the ground, you see sunlight that is sometimes visible and sometimes hidden by clouds; here, you see boundless, pure, and unobstructed gold.

The clouds spread out beneath his feet like an endless white plain, stretching to the horizon and merging with the golden sky.

There were no buildings, no roads, and no trace of human intervention.

There are only clouds, only light, only wind.

Looking up, the golden rays of the rising sun tinged the originally white clouds with a soft, pale gold.

The edges of the clouds were illuminated by the light, as if edged with fine gold; the depths of the clouds presented a soft gradient between white and pale gold.

Through the gaps between the clouds, Wu You could still see the scenery below.

The gaps were small, like a few slits that had been torn open at will, through which one could see the world below.

The buildings at the Jiuli base are arranged neatly among the mountains and forests, resembling building blocks.

The continuous mountain peaks extend outwards from both sides of the base, becoming lower and gentler, eventually merging into the distant plains;

Further away, a mighty river glistens like scattered silver in the sunlight, winding its way across the land like a bright silver ribbon.

Wu You lay down on the clouds in a lazy posture, facing the gentle breeze and the rising sun.

The clouds pressed a shallow indentation into his body, and a few wisps of cloud were squeezed out from the edges, drifting gently on either side of his shoulders.

His hands were behind his head, and his black trench coat was spread out on the cloud like a black blanket.

Long white hair was scattered on the surface of the clouds, intertwined with the pale gold cloud wisps, making it impossible to distinguish where the hair ended and the cloud began.

As Wu You gazed at the beautiful scenery before him, memories of his past life flashed through his mind.

There was the life-or-death crisis when first encountering the Corpse Seed, the experience of becoming stronger after killing the Corpse Seed time and time again, and the urgency and thrill of that divine descent incident.

Of course, the care and concern from family, classmates, and friends were also indispensable.

Wu You has completely accepted the existence of this magical world with its ability users, zombie species, and even gods.

Memories of my previous life have become somewhat blurred without me even realizing it.

Those faces that were once clear are now hard to recall; those things that were once unforgettable are now like looking through frosted glass, the details unclear.

At this moment, Wu You put aside everything else, including the escalating invasion of the zombie species, the potential crisis of the gods descending, and the uncertainty about the path ahead.

Those problems won't disappear automatically because of his anxiety, nor will they become more serious because of his relaxation. They're still there, like the distant mountain peaks, they won't cease to exist just because you turn away.

But you can choose not to keep staring at them.

At this moment, a multitude of thoughts flowed through Wu You's mind, and he couldn't help but blurt out a long poem:

"Having lived two lifetimes and weathered countless storms, I have traversed a thousand mountains with a heart full of ordinary feelings."

All past events are but illusions; this year, I bask in the dawn's light with a pure heart.

Past ties fade with the water, while the tranquility of a summer morning lingers with the gentle breeze.

After all the chaos has been swept away, one returns to the true state, quietly guarding one's own tranquility.

His voice wasn't loud, and in the vast sea of ​​clouds, most of it was swept away by the wind.

At this moment, Wu You's mind was completely clear, and even the "Sword Heart Clarity" entry on the Sword Manual panel emitted a brilliant light, becoming even brighter.

Even his voice, which had become indifferent and cold due to absorbing divinity, now had a touch more human warmth.

In addition, Wu You could clearly sense that his mental strength had improved considerably.

That improvement didn't come from the sword manual, nor from divinity, but from his own heart, from the clear, transparent state of mind he was in at that moment, unburdened by external things.

Even the number of times he could use the Pivot Sword and the Xuan Lock Sword increased as his state of mind changed.

It can only be said that the Seven Tribulations Sword Chapter truly lives up to its name, which only cultivates the mind and not the body.

Wu You realized that besides the bonuses provided by the Sword Manual, he could also enhance his strength through cultivation.

Then, Wu You patted his black trench coat and stood up.

He continued walking towards his small courtyard, his pace still slow, just as it had been on the way there.

Sunlight shone from behind him, casting his shadow on the clouds in front of him. The long, thin, black shadow glided across the white clouds like a stretched-out sword.

Upon returning to his small courtyard, Wu You did not go inside, but instead sat down at the stone table and chairs in the yard.

Then he took out his phone, opened Jiuli's database, and found the information related to Qi and Blood Martial Arts that he had downloaded before but never had time to look at in detail.

"The key factors that allow ordinary people to awaken into ability users are still unclear."

"But after extensive investigation, it was found that awakening is still inseparable from both physical and mental factors."

"Martial arts are the best way for ordinary people to improve their physical and mental strength, bar none."

"After a large number of experiments, under similar conditions such as age and mental state, the probability of awakening is about 6% higher for martial arts practitioners than for non-martial arts practitioners."

"Although the probability of awakening is still not high, it is enough to show that martial arts have a certain effect on the matter of awakening."

His gaze slowly moved over the words, his silver eyes reflecting the white light of the phone screen.

Keep scrolling down.

"Martial arts are based on Qi and blood, and carried by tendons and bones. Ming Jin (manifest strength) is the foundation for entering martial arts, focusing on external cultivation rather than internal cultivation. Through stance training, tempering, hard training, and medicinal herbs, one repeatedly refines the skin and flesh, strengthens the limbs and torso, making the body strong, the muscles firm, and the Qi and blood abundant..."

. . .

"The hidden strength enters from the outside in, no longer simply training the physical body, but instead harmonizing the breath, clearing the meridians throughout the body, and tempering the fascia, thus internalizing the outward brute force. Through breathing exercises, inch-force training, and force-dissipating techniques, the Qi and blood flow smoothly through the meridians and are stored in the Dantian..."

. . .

"Dan Jin is the pinnacle of worldly martial arts, the ultimate state of unity between the physical body and qi and blood. Martial artists temper their marrow and cleanse their internal organs, thoroughly refining their flesh, tendons, bones, and meridians, leaving no superfluous brute force. Qi and blood are no longer limited to the circulation of meridians, but can fill the pores and textures of the whole body, gathering and dispersing at will, and being controlled freely."

. . .

Just as Wu You was reading the information on his phone, the little black cat that had been lying down in the cultivation room stood up, and its eyes, which had been half-closed, were now fully open. In an instant, its deep blue eyes were covered with a fiery gold.

He looked towards the small courtyard outside, and there was something indescribable in his golden vertical pupils.

He couldn't help but murmur:

"After my last trip out, all the fluctuations of fate on my body disappeared."

"Has the erosion of divinity been temporarily halted after only a short absence?"

"Did the Lords do something...?"

"No, that's not right. They don't even have divinity, how could they possibly know how to balance the erosion of divinity..."

"Could it be him...?"

A moment later, a soft sigh was heard.

"Well, looks like I'll have to raise the stakes."