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

Wu You looked at the three handsome, black-haired clones in front of him and simply named them Clones One, Two, and Three.

He had already figured out the specific uses for these three clones.

Doppelganger Number One naturally stayed by the family's side to protect their safety.

As for clone number two and clone number three, Wu You planned to send one to the deep dark domain to clean up the corpses and continuously earn experience points, and the other to the Dongling Research Institute.

The situation on the front lines was already far from optimistic. It was clear that compared to the previous decades, the invasion of this world by the Corpse Race had reached a new level. The recent Void Incident in the three southeastern provinces dealt a major blow to both the Dark Domain Defense Line and the Reality Defense Line.

If it weren't for his intervention and his cooperation with the God of Beasts to block the passage connecting the Corpse Realm, the Deep Dark Domain, and the real world, it's quite possible that the human side's Dark Domain defense line and real-world defense line would have collapsed!

Clearly, given this trend, the zombies will not stop their attacks, and it is foreseeable that the situation will become even more dire in the future.

However, in this situation, most people in the real world are still ordinary people, and they are completely powerless to resist the zombie species.

Even when facing a high-level being like the projection of the Thousand-Faced God, the projection of the Thousand-Faced God doesn't need to take action personally. As long as He exists on the battlefield, ordinary people will be blown about like wheat ears in the wind, falling down in droves.

One by one, vibrant lives withered away silently, unable to even remain human, only to become monsters controlled by them.

This world shouldn't be like this.

That's why Wu You thought of sending the third clone to the research institute.

He had already begun developing the basic swordsmanship of martial arts, but he had to temporarily stop it due to his own limitations and insufficient understanding of the ability user system.

Now that his strength has increased, he can continue to develop his basic sword techniques.

However, one person's strength is ultimately limited, especially since it involves some ability user systems that he has not personally experienced. In addition, the small-scale training experiment and the final large-scale promotion cannot be separated from the help of the research institute. Therefore, Wu You decided to send his clone No. 3 to the research institute to help improve his "new swordsmanship" with the help of the collective.

Moreover, it's only early August now, and there's still about a month before the new martial arts universities open. If the development of the new swordsmanship is fast enough, perhaps it can be completed before the martial arts universities open.

At that time, we can set up a kendo specialty class in each martial arts university.

Then Wu You seemed to remember something and stroked his chin: "I remember, Wu Jing ultimately chose the Silver Flower Martial Arts Academy next to Lanhe?"

"Besides, it seems I also have the title of honorary principal, so I'm required to give speeches to the students or something?"

Wu You could guess why Wu Jing chose the nearest Yinhua Martial Arts Academy instead of the best martial arts academy in Xilin Province.

"At that time, we can have clone number one stationed at Yinhua Martial Arts University to supervise Wu Jing's martial arts training and swordsmanship, and also see if we can select some promising talents with swordsmanship skills."

As for whether having his clone stationed at Yinhua Martial Arts University would affect his ability to protect Mr. and Mrs. Wu, there is absolutely no need to worry.

With the strength of a 13th-level clone, crossing the distance of a small city would only take a few seconds.

Moreover, Wu's parents and Wu Jing all possessed talisman swords, which added an extra layer of protection.

Of course, under normal circumstances, these fallback measures are not needed.

Given his current strength and importance, Mr. and Mrs. Wu would be under extremely high-level protection 24 hours a day. In fact, if he wasn't mistaken, there were probably very few legitimate residents left in the Lanxing Community where the two elders lived.

Thinking of this, Wu You nodded: "It's decided then!"

"Wu Jing, Wu Jing, get ready for your own hell mode."

He planned to devise a "five-week plan to reach level three" specifically for Wu Jing, known as the "5-3 Plan," in order to enable Wu Jing to have the ability to protect herself in the shortest possible time.

This "53 Plan" will be very intense, but it will not exceed Wu Jing's current tolerance limit, which is why I also call it hell mode.

"Also, what should I bring back for my parents?"

"Besides special medicinal herbs, how can we further improve their physical condition, and what other options are there to help them train in martial arts?"

"Perhaps I could modify the basic sword techniques further to develop a 'health-preserving sword technique' that's not for combat but rather for improving physical fitness, suitable for middle-aged and elderly people?"

His understanding of swordsmanship is now far deeper than when he first came to this world, and breaking down a set of basic sword moves into exercises for physical fitness is not difficult for him.

Thinking this, a faint smile appeared on the faces of Wu You's main body and the three clones under his control.

He began to look forward to their reunion.

After Wu You finished devising these arrangements while sitting on the divine throne, he noticed a problem as his gaze swept over the three clones in front of him.

All three figures were laughing.

Three identical faces, each bearing the same curved smile, appeared simultaneously in three different locations within his field of vision.

He looked at the three figures side by side with the same expression and frowned slightly: although he had extremely high mental strength and could handle problems from multiple perspectives and in multiple threads, he was still somewhat unaccustomed to this state of multitasking.

He immediately adjusted their expressions, restoring them to a natural, expressionless state, and then reassessed his adaptability to multi-threaded control: "I still need more practice, and I need to adapt as soon as possible."

At this point, the specific destinations of the three clones have all been arranged.

"Then, let's go to the station and report the situation of these three clones."

Reporting is an essential procedure; otherwise, if there's a "Wu You" in the Deep Dark Domain, a "Wu You" in the Silver Flower Martial Arts Academy, and another "Wu You" in the Eastern Spirit Research Institute, it could easily scare people.

Moreover, without reporting, one cannot have multiple torchbearer mobile terminals at the same time, which would be very inconvenient.

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Then, in mid-air above Dongjiang Province, a dark vortex radiating golden light silently appeared.

Three jet-black streaks of light emerged simultaneously from the vortex, each dispersing in a different direction.

Just before the vortex closed, the last wisp of golden light receded from the edge, and the exit disappeared completely within a few breaths, as if it had never existed.

At this moment, Wu You's true form was sitting upright on the blazing golden throne, his eyes slightly closed.

At the same time, he spread his hands upwards, and silvery-white energy began to gather in his palms.

The energy, in a gaseous form, swirled, compressed, and shaped between his fingers, converging inward along a fixed trajectory, gradually condensing into tiny, silvery-white swords.

Each time he finished a small silver sword, he would flick his finger to let it fall to the side of the throne.

Before long, a small mountain made of stacked silver-white swords appeared next to the Blazing Gold Throne.

For him, crafting seventh or eighth-tier rune swords no longer required extra focus; with just a thought, energy could flow and continuously produce them.

When he explained the situation to Ji Lingzuo, the director of the Investigation Bureau, he had already mentioned the plan to use the talisman sword with the power of the eighth rank as the Torchbearer's daily combat method. Ji Lingzuo agreed to this win-win situation without hesitation.

So now, without wasting a moment, he has directly transformed into a talisman sword wholesaler.

Since it involves gaining experience points, the faster the better.

Moreover, Wu You really wanted to collect enough experience points for a small goal as soon as possible, and then taste the saltiness of the [Supreme Mysterious Spirit Northern Dipper Crossing Origin Proving Life Sword Scripture]!

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(Laoyue is taking a day off today, so there will only be one chapter for now.)

(Seeing so many generous readers sending gifts, rewards, and urging me to update, I feel grateful but also guilty!)

(For the past month or so, my family and I have been going to the hospital frequently due to health issues. In addition, there have been some work-related matters, which has not only made my writing worse, but also forced me to temporarily postpone my plan to take more time to update. I am truly sorry! I am really sorry to all the readers who support me!)

(Finally, Laoyue wants to say that she is extremely grateful for everyone's support!!!)

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Here's an update to the Chronicles of the Sword Ancestor.

As always, those who don't like this section can skip it without affecting their reading of the subsequent plot.

The New Calendar, The Chronicles of the Sword Ancestor, Chapter Seven: The Tribulation Responds

Sword Ancestor, alone, swept away the corpses surrounding the Dark Domain, quelling the crisis at his stronghold and ending the chaos in one corner. But a greater calamity was already brewing. At that time, in the three southeastern provinces—Dongjiang, Yunshang, and Lincang—the deep Dark Domain underwent simultaneous changes. The void trembled, the universe shook, the Dark Domain's barriers violently crumbled, and its passages malfunctioned. Soon after, all paths connecting the deep Dark Domain to the mortal world were sealed off, isolating them completely and cutting off all communication. Taking advantage of the chaos, the various kings of the Corpse Clan from the forbidden zones launched simultaneous attacks, each wielding their strongest warriors to entangle and restrain them, leaving them without support from any side. The Dark Domain stood isolated, its strongholds isolated and cut off from both inside and outside, reduced to desolate, isolated cities, utterly alone.

Then, the three provinces' dark domains, following the treacherous schemes of the corpse spirits, shifted territories and united their forces. The domains connected, the dark ruins converged, and the barriers merged, thus forming an unprecedented great void in the dark domains. Disasters suddenly intensified throughout the world, and the universe trembled.

With the void formed, the sinister plot was fully revealed. A sinful dragon corpse emerged, reaching the rank of a divine being, possessing unparalleled power and overwhelming ferocity, unmatched by any demon in history. This dragon broke through the wall and descended into the deepest darkness, its malevolent aura pressing down on the surrounding land. Its dragon might terrified all evil, its power vast beyond human comprehension.

Upon witnessing this supreme calamity, the comrades were terrified and filled with panic, helpless and facing utter despair.

In this perilous moment when the world is on the verge of collapse, the Sword Ancestor bravely faced the ferocious dragon alone, showing no fear. To protect the people of his stronghold and bring peace to the world, he resolved to sacrifice himself for the cause, not hesitating to overdraw his own source and deplete his lifespan, offering his own life as a sacrifice to obtain unparalleled, earth-shattering power. His sword heart burned fiercely, his sword intent profound, and he drew his sword in mid-air, unleashing a single strike that displayed the sharpness of eternity, crashing down and slaying the divine dragon in mid-air, shattering its ferocious body and extinguishing its malevolent might.

Though the evil dragon perished, its malevolent influence did not cease. The Ancestor knew this was the beginning of a great calamity, not the end of chaos. With the opening of the Great Void and the release of all darkness, countless evils emerged, and the immense catastrophe began from this moment.

The treatise states: The three provinces merged into one void, the heavens and earth opened, and a divine child descended to earth—an unprecedented upheaval. The Corpse Demon, with its far-reaching schemes, imprisoned the strong, severed passages, and united the Dark Realm, advancing step by step to unleash a cataclysmic calamity upon humanity. The Sword Ancestor, facing this unparalleled scourge, risked his life to slay a dragon, temporarily securing peace. However, slaying the dragon was merely the beginning; the calamity was far from over. His act of resisting heavenly calamity and protecting all living beings with his life embodied the supreme responsibility of the Great Dao, thus ultimately making him the Sword Ancestor of all ages.

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The New Calendar, The Chronicles of the Sword Ancestor, Chapter Eight: The Tribulation Responds

Even after the demise of the divine dragon, chaos has only just begun and has not yet subsided. Within the passageway connecting to the realm of the dead, a terrifying and malevolent aura erupts, causing all who hear it to tremble in fear, and all living beings to shudder. Furthermore, eerie whispers, like demonic murmurs, penetrate the ears, disturb the mind, stir the seven emotions, unleash the six desires, and shake the will.

Thus, the long-held scheme of the Corpse Seed was revealed. It was the god of lust who descended with his divine shadow.

The divine figure appeared, yet without striking a single blow, an aura of despair permeated the surroundings, chilling all who beheld it. The calamity did not end there; viewed from afar through the vast void, the projection of another deity descended upon the world. Divine and malevolent forces from both the inner and outer realms converged, threatening the very survival of all living beings.

Sword Ancestor, who always cared for the people, was greatly shocked by this dramatic change. Knowing that his own life force was depleted and he had little chance of survival left, he disregarded his remaining body and resolutely decided to rise up and fight back.

However, the demonic spirit possessed the power to bewitch and confuse, its profound energy invading the spirit, and the Sword Ancestor was subdued by it, unable to control his own body. The situation was dire, his life hanging by a thread. Suddenly, a mysterious spirit secretly offered its help. Thanks to its protection, the Sword Ancestor was able to break free from the demonic spirit's restraints and unleash a terrifying sword strike.

According to eyewitness accounts, this sword was like a sun collapsing from the heavens, its power and majesty overwhelming, its light dazzling. Wherever its edge touched, even the most revered gods would bow their heads. Where the sword's light struck, the monstrous shadows of desire instantly crumbled and vanished, and the surrounding vast land was transformed into boiling molten lava, the hills and valleys scorched and cracked. Such was the sheer power and majesty of this sword.

Having drawn this sword, the Sword Ancestor was severely wounded, his breath weak, and his energy exhausted. Yet, worried about the suffering of the people in the world, he disregarded his own injuries and resolutely charged into the Corpse Realm, hoping to stop the external calamity and save the world.

The spirit of the Sword Ancestor, who secretly aided the world, was unknown to the world, nor was his appearance ever seen. The Sword Ancestor called him the Beast God. Later generations, grateful for his virtue of relieving suffering and helping people, erected shrines and created statues to honor him as the Beast Ancestor, forever commemorating his merit in protecting the human race.

The treatise states: Though the Sinful Dragon has been slain, the calamity of the Corpse Realm has not yet subsided. The projections of two gods have descended upon the Dark Realm and the mortal world, a calamity rarely seen since the beginning of time. The Demon of Desire uses bewitching arts, and even the mighty Sword Ancestor was bound by them. Fortunately, with the secret aid of the Beast Ancestor, he was able to break free, wield his sword, shatter the divine shadows, and ignite the desolate land. Even severely wounded, the Ancestor still bravely entered the passage, disregarding life and death. The Beast Ancestor does not reveal his form or record his name, yet his virtue benefits all living beings, thus enjoying the incense offerings for centuries. Indeed, in times of chaos and decline, many hidden extraordinary powers emerge to aid the distressed; it was not solely the Sword Ancestor who upheld the heavens and earth.