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

Wu You stared at the dark golden light in front of him, then searched every corner of his body where he could put something.

He took out a specially made wooden box for storing medicinal herbs from his pocket, opened it, and covered it with the light.

The light rippled slightly, as if ruffled by the wind, before passing directly through the wooden box and remaining motionless in place.

Like a ray of light without a physical form, it cannot be touched by any physical substance.

Then, Wu You reached out to grab it. When he closed his five fingers, he felt an extremely light and faint touch in his palm, as if he had caught a wisp of wind passing through his fingers. When he opened his hand, the light was still in the same place, undulating slightly, with the same amplitude as before.

"This thing seems to be in some peculiar state, neither real nor illusory," Wu You stroked his chin, his gaze lingering on the dark golden light. "It can't be stored away in the usual way."

He stopped what he was doing, his eyes flickered slightly, as if he had thought of something.

Then he took a small black ball from another pocket of his black trench coat and held it in his palm.

The sphere was small, slightly thicker than a finger joint, with a smooth surface without any texture, and a dull, dark color.

This thing fell from a ninth-tier royal succubus corpse and survived being hit by a Pivot Tribulation Sword Qi.

Like the dark golden light before them, it was something that had burst from the body of a royal corpse.

Wu You's idea was simple: if the existing containers can't hold it, then try something from the same source.

This stream of light can exist inside the corpse species, and this little black ball also comes from the corpse species. Perhaps the similar auras attract each other and can store this thing inside.

He brought the small black ball close to the dark golden light. The two objects were less than an inch apart; there was no change in the air, no gravity, no reaction.

The dark golden light rippled slightly, just as it had before, the amplitude remaining unchanged, like ripples on a lake surface gently stirred by the wind.

Then there is no more.

Wu You sighed and put the little black ball back into his pocket.

"Looks like it still won't work." He stared at the dark golden light for a few more moments. "Is there no specific method to take this thing away?"

After pondering for a few seconds, he turned his gaze back to the dark golden light.

The power within the flowing light possessed a weighty texture, like a vat of compacted dark gold paint. Even though its flow was sealed by the Xuan Suo Sword Intent, the feeling of "immense power within" still overwhelmed the senses.

A sudden flash of inspiration struck Wu You: Although he didn't know what this thing was, the immense power it contained stated a fundamental fact!

That is, it has the attribute of 'energy'!

Since it is 'energy', it can be transferred through offering and bestowing rituals!

After all, the offering ceremony and the bestowal ceremony are rituals exclusive to the gods, which can transfer specific energy or information across realms!

Collecting this peculiar 'energy' shouldn't be a problem!

Once the thought was made up, Wu You didn't hesitate any longer.

He activated the divinity within him, and his consciousness began to rise.

The feeling of his perspective suddenly rising was accompanied by layers of darkness spreading out. He passed through the layers of darkness, and his consciousness seemed to rise from the bottom of the water. The higher he rose, the more spacious the surrounding "space" became, and the thinner the concept of "real objects" became.

A moment later, he fixed his form in the layers of constantly flowing spiritual dimensions, then designated the dark golden light in front of the main body of the deep dark domain as a specific target and initiated the bestowal ritual.

A silent, invisible passage opened between him and the stream of light.

The dark golden light suspended in the air seemed to be swallowed by an invisible maw and vanished instantly.

At the same time, the stream of light appeared in the spiritual dimension, hovering where Wu You's consciousness extended, quietly emitting the same dark golden light as before.

Wu You could sense its presence and that he could "bestow" upon it—if he wanted, he could send this stream of light to any place with designated coordinates at any time.

But he didn't do that.

He left the radiance in the spiritual dimension, suspended in that boundless, layered dark space, like a grain of golden sand floating in the deep sea.

After all, he doesn't have any containers or methods to contain or use it right now, but the spirit dimension is at least a place where he can store it.

However, Wu You was also aware that there were risks involved in doing so.

Although he always goes to the same location whenever his consciousness ascends to the spirit dimension, he is still unsure whether this place is a space exclusively for him. Besides him, could there be other beings, other "gods," wandering in that space as well?

However, upon further reflection, he realized that this possibility was unlikely. After all, he had been to the Spirit Dimension so many times and had never found any trace left by other beings, not even the slightest residual aura.

Moreover, from another perspective, leaving this dark golden light in the spirit dimension can also be considered a form of insurance.

He can sense anything that comes with things received through the bestowal ceremony.

If another being in the spirit dimension discovers this stream of light and takes it away, they will immediately notice this situation.

After that, for a short period of time, and until he has enough strength, he will stay far away from the spirit dimension!

. . .

At the same time, somewhere in the deep dark domain, at the boundary of an S-level restricted area.

The air was filled with a kind of pressure that made one's bones ache.

A dozen figures in black trench coats with various colored halos flowing behind their heads faced off against several eerie figures covered in black runes, separated by an invisible dividing line. Neither side made the first move, nor did either of them make a move.

The aura emanating from those black rune figures was incredibly deep, like a surging undercurrent beneath the water, with the edges of each rune slightly writhing.

Meanwhile, the halos behind the black trench coats opposite them were spinning, some so slowly they barely moved, while others were so fast they were just blurry streaks of color.

At this moment, one of the figures covered in black runes suddenly moved slightly. As if sensing something, it frowned, and its voice squeezed out from beneath the runes: "You still have extra Law-Controlling Realm experts?"

Amidst the group of black trench coats opposite it, a torchbearer standing slightly forward flashed a fleeting look of doubt in his eyes.

But he suppressed that slight doubt almost as soon as it surfaced.

He quickly realized that the ninth and tenth-tier corpses that the other party had sent out must have some high-level items, but something unexpected had happened.

He shrugged casually, as if he had just heard some trivial gossip.

He casually tossed the cigarette butt, which he had already finished smoking, to the ground beneath his feet, where it fell, emitting a last wisp of smoke. Then, unhurriedly, he pulled another cigarette from his trench coat pocket and put it in his mouth.

He flicked his finger. Suddenly, a wisp of pure white flame appeared between his fingers. The flame was only the size of a fingernail, its color so pure and unblemished, and it danced quietly at his fingertip.

But the instant that flame ignited, everyone present, including the black rune figures on the other side, felt a strange burning sensation deep within their consciousness, as if something ethereal was being burned.

He lit the cigarette with that wisp of pure white flame, took a drag, and exhaled a ring of white smoke, which slowly dissipated in the air of the deep dark realm.

After doing all this, he finally spoke, his voice carrying a lazy tone: "Guess?"

He appeared relaxed, even the corner of his mouth, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, curved slightly. But deep in his eyes, beneath that casual and nonchalant exterior, a trace of deep worry flashed.

His mind raced: the highest-ranking guard at the stronghold was only a tenth-level garrison commander, where would he find any other twelfth-level Imperial Law Realm experts? Could it be that the situation there had deteriorated to the point that Lord Li's projection had to intervene?

If that's the case, the situation would be terrible...

Thinking this, his fingers remained firmly in the position of holding the cigarette, without the slightest tremor.

Under the watchful eyes of those black rune figures, he took a second drag of his cigarette, the smoke rings he exhaled even rounder than the first.

He concealed the slight worry in his eyes completely, not letting it show at all.