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

Just as Wu You had flown halfway, he seemed to remember something, and his figure paused slightly above the clouds.

He lowered his head, his gaze falling on the pocket of his trench coat.

There, a small black cat with bright gold eyes was pawing at the bag opening, peeking its head out.

"So you finally remembered me?" A mature, husky, and slightly bored female voice came from the golden-eyed black cat, carrying a strange sense of resentment and dissatisfaction.

Wu You, naturally, wasn't fooled. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "I'm going to the deepest dark realm. Are you coming?"

"I'm not going."

"Where are you going?" Wu You asked again, but he didn't stop walking and was still walking on the clouds.

"Just leave me here."

Is it okay to just throw it away?

Upon hearing this, Wu You, who was walking on the clouds, didn't hesitate and immediately reached into his pocket and took it out.

Then he made a gesture of throwing Him directly down.

Wu You didn't think this height would have any impact on Him as a deity.

At this time-

"etc."

A mature female voice came through again.

Wu You's gaze also fell upon those golden eyes.

He blinked his fiery golden eyes and then said, "Didn't you notice any changes in yourself during this trip?"

Variety?

Upon hearing His words, Wu You frowned.

This time when I went back, I only saw Mr. Wu, Mrs. Wu, and Wu Jing. What could have changed?

Seeing this, the golden-eyed black cat also reminded it: "Anchor point."

Anchor point?

Wu You was stunned.

He had previously mentioned anchor points, saying they were something used to locate oneself and resist divine erosion.

Change? An anchor point against divinity and divine erosion?

Wu You immediately realized what was happening.

He now knew what the God of Beasts meant by change!

During this trip to Lanhe, my emotions fluctuated significantly!

After absorbing more than a dozen points of divinity in one go last time, his heart was basically no longer affected.

When thinking about problems, he is incredibly rational, as if a cold, precise machine is at work.

During this trip, a variety of emotions arose, including trepidation, worry, hesitation, and fear.

It felt like returning to the days before I absorbed divinity.

Divinity seems to have lessened its influence on him!

Is this the function of anchor points?

Realizing this, Wu You gained a clearer and deeper understanding of the so-called anchor point.

Anchor point...

Defining one's own existence...

Confronting Divine Corruption...

The so-called anchor point is his existence in the world, the sum of all his relationships.

He is Wu You, a time traveler, and also the Wu You of this world. He is also the child of his parents, Wu Jing's older brother, and a friend and colleague of Hua Linlin, Wang Qi, Ye Yi, and others.

He is a ninth-order torchbearer, a member of the Nine Li tribe, a possessor of divinity, the master of the Sword Codex, and the bound one of the God of Beasts.

All of these things together outline the existence of Wu You.

Therefore, if more people know of your existence and connect with you, then they become the anchor points to prove your existence.

And the closer the connection, the better the anchor point works?

So, is the so-called anchor point a way to resist the erosion of rules?

At the same time, Wu You, having thought of this, became even more certain of his previous guesses.

That is, the members of those various corpse races have other roles in relation to those corpse-type deities!

They likely fought against the God-Eater through those members of the Corpse Clan and those believers!

If all the corpses that serve as anchors are killed, will the gods be unable to resist the divine erosion and perish on their own?

Thinking of this, Wu You paused for a moment.

This is obviously very difficult.

After all, their main base is in another world.

Rushing into the other side's world and wiping out all those zombie species, Wu You didn't think it would be any simpler than directly killing a god.

It might even be more difficult: fighting on the enemy's home turf, facing an endless army of zombies, and gods who could personally intervene at any moment.

But then, Wu You thought of an exception.

He looked again at the little black cat with golden eyes in his hand.

If he's not mistaken, isn't there a deity right before him who has lost most of his anchors?

If his understanding of the role of anchors is correct, then what this person in front of him lost should not only be his power and body, but also the anchors that sustained his existence.

How did He manage to hold on?

Upon seeing his gaze, the little black cat's golden eyes immediately shrank: "Rude human!"

As he said this, the little black cat jumped off Wu You's palm and, like a black leaf, floated away silently into the clouds below.

Seeing this, Wu You raised an eyebrow: "Has your sore spot been hit?"

However, Wu You was indeed very curious about how the other party was able to confirm its own existence and then fight against the God-Erosion after losing most of its anchor points.

Or is it that the opponent's condition has deteriorated to the point that they no longer have Divine Eclipse?

Wu You shook his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts.

Then he continued speeding toward the entrance to the deeper dark realm.

A dozen minutes later, in the deep dark domain, next to a Class A danger zone near the Jiuli stronghold.

Wu You hovered in that familiar gray-black mist, watching the groups of corpses that appeared in front of him from time to time.

His silver eyes sparkled: Finally, things are back to normal.

The next moment, a silver giant nearly a thousand meters tall suddenly appeared in the thick dark fog.

A new round of harvesting has begun!

. . . . . .

Meanwhile, in a place with no sky, no ground, only endless thick fog, a pure black palace floats in the air.

At the far end of the all-black palace stood a tall stone chair.

Below them stood hundreds or even thousands of figures in black cloaks.

The black cloaks completely covered their bodies, and their faces were hidden in the shadows of the hoods, making it impossible to see their features.

The next moment, a figure wearing the same black cloak, with only a pale chin visible, suddenly appeared on the tall chair.

He leaned back in his chair, his hands resting on the armrests, the shadow beneath his hood deeper and darker than the black cloaks below.

Upon seeing that figure, all the black-cloaked figures below bowed in unison.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, like puppets tethered to the same string.

Then, the deep voices of hundreds of people echoed throughout the palace: "Greetings, Master."

The black-cloaked figure on the tall chair merely nodded slightly, and a cold, emotionless voice came from beneath the hood: "Begin reporting on the progress of each part of the plan."

Immediately, the men in black cloaks straightened up and began to report.

Their voices echoed within the pure black palace, constantly being reflected and absorbed by the pure black stone walls.

Finally, only faint fragments of words such as "immediately," "three natural days," "empty," and "enough" could be heard.

. . . . . .

(Recently, Laoyue has had a problem with her left eye, so she really can't afford to overuse it. She's been typing with only one eye, and it's really tough.)

(Also, dear readers, since you've all made it this far, please give Laoyue a good review to support her, hehe.)