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

Wu You reached out and touched his brow.

The area touched by my fingertips was slightly cool, and the outline of the sword-shaped protrusion was much clearer than before, with the pattern becoming more intricate and detailed, like a seal that had been repeatedly carved.

He vaguely sensed something was different—

It seems I can do more things now? But these extra abilities don't work in the real world; they're directed towards the spirit dimension?

Of course, with the projection of lustful desires potentially descending at any moment, Wu You wasn't in a hurry to enter the spirit dimension to conduct an experiment.

At the same time, a large amount of divinity is fused together at once.

Although he possessed a clear mind and a clear sword heart, he could still suppress his mental state, but he could not suppress the divine qualities in his body, and they resurfaced.

On the walls of the Yunshang Province outpost and the other two outposts, any torchbearer who looked up in Wu You's direction at this moment, even from such a distance and even through the light barrier of the psionic energy shield, would feel a sharp stinging sensation in their eyes.

The clearer the vision, the more pronounced the stinging sensation, as if the gaze itself was scorched upon encountering that divine aura.

The old man stood on the city wall, his gaze following the blood-red figure. He blinked a few times after only a few breaths, and had to look away slightly, a complex feeling rising in his heart.

Zhu Yuanzhi, Zhao Xuan, and the others felt it more directly. They rubbed their eyes with the backs of their hands, their brows furrowed: "Hiss, what's going on?"

The torchbearers, including Hu Lie, Wang Qi, and Gongsun Baizhan, who had already experienced similar feelings, reacted even more intensely.

Wang Qi let out a low cry and instinctively turned his head away from that direction: "Oh no, it's that feeling again!"

Gongsun Baizhan pressed his temples with his eyes tightly closed, and gasped for breath.

The hoarse voice in Wu You's mind rang out again, carrying a distinctly scrutinizing tone: "You acquired other divinities before?"

"Just five strands of divinity shouldn't have produced such a strong reaction, right?"

Upon hearing this, Wu You frowned slightly but remained silent.

He knew that absorbing a large amount of divinity at once had attracted the attention of the God of Beasts, but he didn't intend to explain anything.

There was no other way—he had already burned too much of his lifespan in the process of killing the sinful dragon with a single sword strike. Now that the projection of lust was about to descend, he had to recover his condition as soon as possible, even if the process would expose some information.

Seeing that he remained silent, the hoarse voice changed its tone, as if it were finding a way out: "Fine, it's your secret, and mine—"

Before he could finish speaking, He suddenly stopped.

Similarly, Wu You sensed something and suddenly raised his head.

The dark vortex above began to fluctuate violently.

The intensity of that fluctuation was many times stronger than when the Sinful Dragon descended. The dark currents that were originally slowly rotating at the edge of the vortex suddenly accelerated and surged, like a pot of oil that had been heated to boiling, with layer after layer of dark bubbles exploding on the surface!

The torchbearers at various outposts also witnessed the sudden change in the dark vortex in the sky.

Zhao Xuan was stunned: "What's going on?!"

Zhu Yuanzhi's expression froze, and he forced out a low voice from his throat: "Is there something else coming out of there?"

Old Wei's gaze, however, returned to the blood-soaked figure outside the stronghold, and his lips moved slightly: "Why haven't they come back yet..."

Looking at the violently churning black vortex above, Wu You felt somewhat uncertain.

Just then, he suddenly felt something gently lift his long hair hanging down by his side—the touch was very light, like an invisible hand sliding past the ends of his hair.

He was startled and looked down at his hair hanging down his shoulders. The once still strands of hair were now undulating slightly, being stirred by wisps of wind that appeared out of nowhere from different directions.

"wind?"

From some unknown time, wisps of breeze, seemingly without origin, began to blow through the deep, dark realm, surging forth from all directions and corners. At first, they were very light, like tentative breaths, but gradually they gained a steady speed, sweeping across the ground, over the stronghold walls, and past the ears of the torchbearers who were still in a daze.

At the same time, a faint murmur, carried by the wind, seeped into Wu You's ears from all directions.

The sound was so faint that it was almost negligible if one did not listen carefully, but once noticed, it could never be removed from one's consciousness.

It was a language Wu You had never learned before, with syllables connected in a way that was different from any other language family he knew, carrying a strange sense of rhythm.

But strangely enough, he actually understood the meaning behind it!

"Ah, you're wonderful."

"Ah, you're wonderful."

"An unsatisfied lord, a sower of evil thoughts, a fallen king in delusion!"

"You are the Lord of the Abyss of Evil Thoughts!"

"You are—!!!"

"God of Lust!!!"

As the last syllable fell, the thick darkness at the center of the vortex suddenly caved inward by a large chunk!

At that moment, a hoarse voice exploded in Wu You's mind, more urgent than ever before, its rapid speech almost indistinguishable between syllables: "Quick, run! It's that Lustful One's aura!"

"And judging from this aura, it's at least a fourteenth-tier projection!!!"

"Hurry up and run!!!"

Wu You remained motionless, looking up at the churning black vortex in the sky.

The low murmurs continued to pour into his ears, like a murky stream that would never run dry, but the clear light in his eyes remained unchanged.

The God of Beasts continued to urge, his tone shifting from anxious to speechless: "Stop daydreaming! Hurry up! I know you weren't bewitched by that voice!"

Wu You remained motionless, while the dark vortex churned even more violently.

The hoarse voice rephrased, "You're not trying to force me to take action, are you?"

"No, didn't I just give you five strands of divinity?"

"Can there be more faith between humans and God?"

Before He could finish speaking, strands of pale blue light suddenly shone down from an unknown direction, piercing through the dark environment of the deep dark realm like morning light passing through the clouds, and landing around Wu You.

At the same time, wisps of water vapor seeped out from the void, carrying a moist and refreshing scent, intertwining with the pale blue light, and slowly condensing into a soft and blurry figure in the air beside Wu You.

The tenth-tier garrison commanders in the three strongholds saw the pale blue figure almost simultaneously. Their pupils contracted at the same instant, and then they breathed a sigh of relief almost at the same time.

Clearly, they all recognized the pale blue figure.

On the city wall of Yunshang stronghold, Old Wei let out a long breath, his voice filled with a sense of relief and satisfaction: "It's Aunt... Xiaoyou's safety should be fine now."

Sensing the familiar, damp scent, the God of Beasts immediately realized what was happening. A hoarse voice came from Wu You's pocket, carrying a knowing, scrutinizing tone: "You were prepared all along, you intended to annihilate, no—"

"If it's annihilation, you can just destroy this passage."

"Are you trying to capture this projection of lust?"

The pale blue figure did not answer that question.

He turned his gaze to Wu You, his eyes, covered in moisture, were gentle and calm, and he was not affected at all even when facing the divine aura that was being manifested on Wu You.

A gentle voice sounded in Wu You's ear, carrying a soothing quality: "You weren't affected by those foreign, evil sounds, were you?"

Upon seeing the Fifth Lord of Li appear, Wu You's tense body finally relaxed slightly, and he shook his head: "No."

The pale blue figure nodded slightly, then raised its hand and waved.

A pure blue light poured out from His palm, like a clear spring falling from the sky, landing on Wu You.

A gentle, soothing sensation, with a cool, moist feel, washed over Wu You's body, as if someone were gently wiping him with cool, delicate silk.

The pale blue figure watched as his condition stabilized slightly before turning slightly to look at the still violently churning vortex above his head.

His voice remained gentle: "You've worked hard. Leave the rest to us."