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

Deep within the Dark Realm, on the battlefield before the stronghold.

After the once overwhelming black tide was repeatedly plowed by the silver tornado, only scattered patches remained, like puddles left on the mudflats after the tide recedes, huddled together in various corners of the battlefield.

Wu You did not raise his hand to unleash a few more silver-white tornadoes or a large-scale sword aura to wipe out the last remaining corpses in one go.

He didn't even activate his illusory form; instead, he personally strolled through the battlefield, wandering among the swirling black smoke and the shattered ground, wielding his sword in accordance with his inner feelings.

The sword in his hand was raised and lowered at times, and each swing was not very large, and could not even be considered a proper sword move. It was more like following some kind of silent rhythm.

More accurately, he was now completely absorbed in his own world, reveling in the process of strolling across the battlefield and wielding his longsword.

Every move he makes, every gesture he makes, is a choice he makes in accordance with his own heart, an extension of his own path.

Each sword strike was light, without fancy special effects or dazzling brilliance; it was simply the most basic swing, slash, flick, and thrust.

But the effect was surprisingly good—wherever the sword passed, the remaining low-level corpses peeled off layer by layer, disintegrated, and disappeared like cigarette ash blown away by the wind, without even having time to make a complete struggle.

After advancing to the eleventh level of the Enlightenment Realm, Wu You could feel a strange sense of comfort throughout his body.

This feeling is entirely new; it's not some kind of physical comfort, but a genuine feeling that comes from within, a feeling of seeing, getting close to, and experiencing the world and oneself with one's true self.

He was acutely aware of every step he took, knowing why he took that step; he clearly felt every swing of his sword, understanding the intent that each strike carried.

Without any hesitation, without any internal conflict.

Every word and action should come from one's true heart, without pretense or insincere words, and external things should not disturb one's authenticity.

Feeling completely clear and pure within himself, Wu You felt an immense sense of peace.

He thought to himself: Every action is guided by my heart. So what is meant by a "true person"?

The thought had barely formed in his mind when his longsword drew another arc, and yet another group of low-level corpses silently vanished within the range of the sword's edge.

His figure moved through the remaining black smoke and dust, his posture graceful and natural, like floating clouds brushing over a mountain ridge. Every time he raised his hand and lowered his sword, it carried an almost artistic rhythm, coherent, smooth, and with a kind of beauty that made it hard to look away.

Meanwhile, the numbers on the Sword Codex panel were constantly being updated.

Experience points +2000

Experience points +4000

Experience points +4000

. . .

In the distance, outside the stronghold's city walls, Old Wei stood still, without moving.

But at this moment, looking at that figure whose body was like floating clouds and whose sword was like a gentle breeze, he was stunned for a moment.

He had sensed Wu You's aura before; it was lofty and elusive, yet sharp and piercing, like a newly drawn divine sword, its sharpness giving people an unbearable sense of intensity.

Moreover, news later came that all the corpses in several danger zones had been cleared out, which also matched his view of Wu You: this is an incomparably sharp sword!

But things are different now.

The black-clad, white-haired figure before him gave him a completely different feeling.

The sword techniques remained precise and their destructive power astonishing, but the unstoppable sharpness had vanished, replaced by clarity and naturalness. Every movement followed a certain rhythm of heaven and earth, creating a harmonious and unparalleled sense of returning to simplicity.

Looking at that figure, Old Wei's lips moved slightly, and he unconsciously uttered a few words: "Returning to Truth, Returning to Truth..."

His eyes reflected that graceful figure, and after a moment of daze, he suddenly realized something: "This feeling... is it the Realm of Clarity?"

Although it is a question, his tone is that of an affirmative sentence.

But then, recalling the fluctuations he had sensed earlier, known as "domains," Elder Wei suddenly smiled and said, "That's true. Once you've mastered a domain, reaching the Transcendent Realm is normal."

But when he thought that the realm he had been pursuing had been reached by such a young man first, Old Wei felt a mix of emotions.

He was silent for a few moments, then gently shook his head: "Truly, the younger generation surpasses the older."

"That's fine, that's fine..."

"Perhaps we old folks might actually live to see a peaceful world..."

. . .

Inside the stronghold, the torchbearers who had been guarding the city walls since receiving the notification were getting a little bored.

Wasn't there supposed to be a massive army of zombies attacking? We just felt the ground tremble, and the person in charge at the stronghold even activated all three layers of psionic barriers.

But where are the corpses now? How come even the tremors in the ground have disappeared?

Did those zombie species just come over, take a look, and leave?

It's really baffling.

On the city wall, the eighth and ninth-rank torchbearers were all staring intently at the white-haired figure dancing with a sword amidst the remaining horde of corpses.

They understood that this war was over before it even reached them.

And all of this was the work of that white-haired figure.

One man against an entire army!

At this moment, Zhao Xuan flew through the air to the side of Zhu Yuanzhi's command post, stood there, and asked, "Old Zhu, the battle is basically over now. Should we open the portal?"

Zhu Yuanzhi turned his gaze away from the figure in the distance, pondered for a few moments, and then shook his head: "I don't know if there are any further developments regarding the Corpse Seeds, so let's maintain the blockade for now."

Zhao Xuan nodded upon hearing this, knowing it was the safest approach, but he still couldn't help but say:

"But even if another Tier 10 zombie species escapes from the edge of the restricted area, it probably won't be enough for that guy to cut down, right?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhi was suddenly stunned, and then the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he wanted to hold it in but couldn't.

He understood that Zhao Xuan was right: no matter how many tenth-tier beings there were, in front of an existence that had mastered a domain, it was just a matter of how long they could last.

He coughed lightly, concealing his previous expression, and changed his tone back to serious: "Ahem, I haven't finished yet."

"Now that we have won a great victory on the main battlefield, the psionic barrier can be restored to its normal state."

"As for the teleportation portals, we can open two in each area for now."

"But the torchbearers in each area should remain on standby."

"The base can only resume normal operations after the dark fog tide has completely receded, the connection with the restricted area boundary has been re-established, and there are no other problems."

After listening, Zhao Xuan nodded without saying anything more.

Prudent and thorough—that was the style of Zhu Yuanzhi that he was familiar with.