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

The thousand-faced projection, clad in a scarlet robe, stood beneath the dodecagonal magic array. The instant it sensed the fluctuation of that power, it showed no surprise, merely saying calmly:

"Oh? The power of evolution?"

"All beasts..."

Then, He raised both hands together.

A strange fluctuation, at a level far exceeding that of rules and domains, emerged.

As this fluctuation appeared, the blood-red barrier that had originally covered the magic circle in the form of a light screen suddenly changed!

Its texture is rapidly transforming!

Starting from the back of the barrier, clusters of fine flesh and blood tissue surged, proliferated, and piled up outwards at an extremely rapid speed!

That red barrier, which had been in the form of a light screen, actually possessed a physical form of flesh and blood!

Almost instantly, the illusory crimson barrier multiplied into a constantly writhing and undulating wall of flesh, tightly protecting the dodecagonal magic array below!

The next instant, the amplified black beam of light slammed into the wall of flesh.

There was no loud noise, no shockwave.

There was only a hissing sound.

Where the jet-black sword energy beam met the wall of flesh, the twisted flesh was continuously decomposed into blood-red mist!

The three provincial bureau chiefs below, as well as all the torchbearers observing the battle above, held their breath as they watched the beam of light descend from the sky collide with the flesh-and-blood barrier.

Unable to participate in the main battle, they could only place all their hopes on this suddenly appearing powerful figure.

But when the crimson mist dissipated, everyone unconsciously let out a heavy sigh.

At this moment, the dark pillar of light in the sky had disappeared, and on the wall of flesh and blood, there was a huge hole that almost pierced through it!

But it was only almost done; the last layer of flesh at the bottom of the cavity was never completely severed.

Although it was only a hair's breadth away from breaking through the wall of flesh, that hair's breadth difference would have resulted in two completely different outcomes!

At this moment, the outcome was clearly the worse one: the dodecagonal magic circle remained intact and continued to circulate continuously! The thousand-faced projection was also unharmed!

Wu You, almost completely exhausted, appeared in mid-air. He steadied himself and looked down at the wall of flesh and blood that was just a hair's breadth away from being pierced through. He couldn't help but sigh.

Even with the blessing of evolutionary authority.

"Still not working...?"

The crimson figure's vertical pupils lingered for a few seconds on the enormous hole that had almost pierced through the wall of flesh and blood: "Ten Thousand Beasts..."

"In the prophecy of fate, you, who should have become the main material of the fixed passage, survived and even killed the projection of that useless Lust."

"You can't do these things on your own."

As he spoke, His vertical pupils shifted from the emptiness above and turned to the figure in the distance that was barely maintaining its position in the air: "So, this is the variable beyond fate?"

"Interesting. So I've already crossed paths with the variables before?"

At this point, a rare emotional fluctuation, carrying a specific hue, suddenly surfaced in the voice of the Thousand-Faced Projection: "However—"

"Heh, variables? Fate? If there are variables, can it still be considered fate?"

"Or perhaps, is a destiny with variables the true destiny?"

In this plan, the God of a Thousand Faces, who is an ally of fate, spoke the word "fate" with a tone of disgust and a hint of barely perceptible disdain!

Wu You frowned slightly upon hearing the words of the Thousand-Faced Projection: Variables beyond fate?

This was the second time he had heard this word. The projection of lust that he had killed with a single sword strike had mentioned it before it dissipated.

This unforeseen variable refers to him? Because he is a time traveler?

But now is not the time to think about that.

With less than five breaths remaining of the [Lihentian] effect, Wu You was truly in dire straits.

Once the [Separation from Heaven] ends, he will fall back to the eleventh rank, and he will be a severely injured eleventh rank with low health. His combat strength will probably not be as strong as those three tenth-rank provincial bureau chiefs below!

At that moment, before this thousand-faced projection, he was almost no different from a lamb to the slaughter.

Wu You raised his gaze slightly upwards.

The dark vortex continued to rotate slowly, and the undercurrents at its edges continued to flow at the same rate as before, showing no sign of closing.

Then his gaze fell downwards, landing on the still intact dodecagonal magic circle, on the scarlet figure below the magic circle, and on the smoke and fire still billowing throughout the city.

"No, there's still a chance!"

With this in mind, Wu You opened the Sword Manual panel deep within his consciousness.

【Seven Tribulations Sword Chapter】(Chapter Seven: Eternal Night) (0/10000w)

Allocable experience points: 5104.2w

I have over 50 million experience points left, but the final chapter of the Seven Tribulations Sword Chapter requires a small goal's worth of experience points. I'm still short by almost half of those experience points, which is far from enough.

Consciousness did not linger, but continued to descend:

Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Treasury: 40 (20%)!

Enough energy for forty cycles of Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source!

Without any hesitation, Wu You clicked on the "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Treasury" section with a heavy heart!

Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Treasury: 40 (20%) → Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Treasury: 0 (20%)

Now is not the time to be frugal. Wu You chose to use all forty uses of the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source at once!

His consciousness suddenly sank into that vast void in that clear light.

"The return of ten thousand swords to their former glory depends on you!"

"My turn, draw a card!"

Countless points of light spread out around him, like a star map floating on a dark background. Each point of light represented a possibility, a path, or a sword technique waiting to be touched.

But instead of reaching out to touch any of them, he closed his eyes, opened his arms, and, following his heart, turned his whole being toward the shimmering sea of ​​stars.

The next moment, from the deepest part of the void, a star suddenly approached him.

It was a star completely different from the bright spots around it. Its surface did not have a dazzling light; on the contrary, it was even somewhat dim and dull, like an ember that had been burned out, with a thin layer of slowly flowing gray color around its edges.

Then, that ember-like star crashed into Wu You's body!

He paused slightly in mid-air.

A strange sound resounded deep within his consciousness. The sound was not loud but exceptionally clear, like the sound of a bell traveling from a great distance through layers of medium, carrying a special quality that only exists at the boundary between life and death.

A voice was heard chanting softly:

All traces have vanished into the void.

Even in times of desolation, the primordial spirit is found.

Even if it returns to silence with the calamity,

One sword holds up light, revealing myriad forms.

Sword Technique: [Mysterious Heaven]!