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

The group left the street lined with stalls.

After walking a short distance, Wang Qi suddenly stopped and pointed to a road sign at a fork in the road: "Alright, we've reached the Eighth Street of District One. I'll be going now."

Wu You nodded slightly.

Xia Wan waved to Wang Qi: "See you tomorrow."

Wang Qi, with the unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, lazily waved his hand and turned into the side road.

His silhouette stretched long under the streetlights, the hem of his black trench coat swaying gently in the night breeze, before he quickly disappeared around the corner of the street.

Wu You and his group continued walking forward; Fifth Street was still ahead.

The streetlights grew brighter and brighter, and the buildings changed from row houses to detached villas, each separated by a considerable distance. Unidentified trees grew in the yards, rustling in the night breeze.

Wu You walked ahead, but his mind was preoccupied with the matter of the Ten Thousand Beast Corpse Clan.

He glanced down at the pure black "kitten" in his hand. The little creature was curled up in his palm, its limbs tucked into a ball, like a black fur ball, occasionally twitching its ears.

He couldn't help but think of the Thousand-Faced God's divine descent from before.

That enormous, featureless red head, that vertical pupil filled with layers of golden halos, and that absolutely neutral voice, devoid of joy or sorrow.

Every corpse race has an ancestor who is called a "god". The Thousand-Faced Corpse Race has one, and the Myriad-Beast Corpse Race is no exception.

The hierarchy among the Corpse Races is inherently strict, and as the origin of each race and the pinnacle of power in the Corpse Race world, they can be said to be the rule-makers for each Corpse Race.

Today, the hierarchical order within the Beast Corpse Clan is on the verge of collapse.

Wu You frowned slightly.

In addition to what we already knew: the Beast Corpse Clan is often the parasitic host of the Lustful Corpse Clan.

In other words, members of the Beast Corpse Clan are not only to be parasitized by the Lustful Corpse Clan as physical shells, but now they are also to be domesticated by humans into biological compasses.

And what is the God of Beasts, who sits high on his throne, doing? Does he know the situation of his own race?

Although Wu You didn't know what level the Corpse Gods were, he thought that as the origin of each race, they must have a very strong control over their race.

Therefore, the God of Beasts most likely knows the current state of his own race.

Moreover, even if He was unaware of what the humans had done, how could He not be aware of the actions of the Lustful Clan, who were also of the Corpse race?

But the situation remains the same.

Two guesses unconsciously popped into Wu You's mind.

First: He knows, but He doesn't care.

After all, gods are essentially beings from two different dimensions compared to other types of corpses.

Just as a human wouldn't care if a few ants died in an anthill, it probably wouldn't care if some lower-ranking members were missing from its colony, nor would it care if the order within its colony collapsed; it only cares about itself.

The second guess is: He knows, but He is powerless to do anything! Or rather, there is something wrong with Himself!

He recalled the generally low intelligence of the Beast Corpse Clan, and his expression became somewhat strange.

Could this be a characteristic passed down from the source?

"See you tomorrow, Chief." Xia Wan's voice came from the side, interrupting his thoughts.

Wu You looked up and realized that he had reached the middle of Fifth Street.

Xia Wan stood in front of a small white building, waved to him, her short hair fluttering gently in the night breeze. Huang Shaolin and Lu Chenzhou also stood at their respective doorways, nodding to him.

Wu Youyi nodded in response: "See you tomorrow."

The three of them turned around and went into their own rooms, the sound of the doors closing echoing softly in the night.

Wu You continued walking forward until he reached the deepest part of Fifth Street.

It was a detached villa with gray and white exterior walls, a black roof, and a warm yellow light at the entrance.

He swiped his watch on the sensor at the door.

"drop--"

The door lock clicked open with a soft sound. Wu You pushed the door open and went inside.

The entryway light turned on automatically. It wasn't a harsh white light, but a soft, warm yellow, shining on the light-colored floor, making the whole space feel quiet and comfortable.

The living room wasn't big, but it had everything you'd expect: a sofa, a coffee table, a TV, a refrigerator, and a potted plant in the corner with glossy leaves, clearly someone took care of it regularly.

The kitchen is open-plan, complete with a stove, sink, and cabinets.

But soon, Wu You's gaze was drawn to the door at the end of the first-floor corridor.

That door was different from the others: it was made of metal with fine textures on the surface, and there was a faint blue halo around the door frame, like some kind of energy barrier slowly flowing.

He walked over and pushed open the door.

It was a quiet room specifically for cultivation.

The room was spacious, with matte dark gray walls on all four sides. There were no windows, only a soft lamp overhead.

But what truly caught Wu You's attention was the ground.

A complex magic circle pattern was carved on the ground, with dense lines, one circle after another, and faint light flowing in the grooves of the magic circle.

As soon as Wu You stepped inside, he felt a strong energy fluctuation.

He recognized the fluctuations; if he wasn't mistaken, they were exactly the same as the energy fluctuations in the universal energy stone.

But there are no energy stones here; all the energy comes from that magic circle.

There was a screen on the wall of the room, glowing with a pale blue light. The screen displayed several lines of text and a few buttons, the most prominent of which was a slider that read "Energy Condensation Degree," ranging from 1 to 8, currently showing "6."

There was also a line of smaller text next to it: The current concentration has reached the standard of Tier 6 energy stones. Please adjust according to your own tier and do not exceed the limit.

Wu You understood: the biggest difference between the rooms assigned to different ranks was probably this cultivation room.

He smiled. This might be useful to others, but it was rather useless to him. After all, he wasn't a power user, and the power within him mainly came from the Sword Manual, not from absorbing external energy.

For him, this training room was probably just an ordinary room with the added function of "being able to sense energy fluctuations".

Just then, the black 'kitten' that he had left in the living room seemed to sense something and shakily stood up on all fours.

It was still unsteady on its feet, its limbs thin as if they might break at any moment, but it moved forward step by step, heading straight for the training room.

Wu You noticed it and was also somewhat curious.

He walked over, bent down, and picked it up in one swift motion.

The kitten was held in mid-air, its limbs dangling, but it didn't struggle. Its deep blue eyes were fixed on the direction of the training room.

He went into the meditation room and put the kitten on the ground.

As soon as the little guy landed, he wobbled to the center of the magic circle and then lay down.

It curled up into a ball, buried its head in its tail, and closed its eyes, as if it were sleeping. But Wu You could sense that its aura was slowly changing: the energy surging from the magic array was gradually seeping into its body.

Wu You glanced at it but didn't pay it any more attention.

He leaned the eight-colored crystal longsword against the wall of the training room and turned to go to the bathroom.

Although he wasn't dirty, the journey from Lanhe to the Jiuli base here was quite a long one.

Wu You still followed the habit from his previous life: after a long journey, he would take a shower.

Stepping into the bathroom and looking around: the bathroom is not large, but it is very well designed.

After taking off my clothes, I found the shower water pressure to be just right, the water temperature was very responsive, and the shampoo and shower gel had a light herbal scent.

Wu You stood under the showerhead, hot water pouring down from above her head and running down her long white hair.

Since absorbing that trace of divinity, his body has undergone many changes.

His appearance became unlike that of an ordinary person; the pores on his skin were almost invisible, and his skin was as smooth as porcelain. When hot water was poured on it, the water droplets rolled off one by one instead of spreading out as before.

After he finished showering, he stood in front of the mirror drying his hair. Although he had seen it several times before, the face in the mirror still made him pause for a moment.

That face, so otherworldly and absolutely androgynous, was a perfect, meticulously sculpted masterpiece.

His white hair clung to his face, wet and glistening, with water droplets dripping from his chin and splashing onto the sink. He stared at himself in the mirror for a few seconds, a slight, self-deprecating smile playing on his lips.

"I'm still not used to it."

He shook his head, draped the towel over the rack, changed into some loose-fitting clothes, and walked out of the bathroom.

The living room light was still on. He walked to the sofa and sat down, just about to pick up his phone to check tomorrow's training schedule, when he suddenly felt a faint gaze fall on him.

He raised his head.

The black 'kitten' emerged from the training room at some point.

It stood firmly on the living room floor, its limbs steady, a stark contrast to its previous wobbly appearance.

Its deep blue eyes stared straight at Wu You, the pupils slightly dilated, reflecting the light and his image.

Then, it moved.

Its forelimbs are bent, its body is crouched, and its head is slightly lowered, the whole posture is like kneeling in worship.

Wu You frowned slightly.

He remembered the boss saying that the intelligence of the Beast Corpse Clan was generally not high.

But the actions of this beast corpse in front of us don't seem to indicate a lack of intelligence at all.

Then, Wu You also noticed something was wrong.

This is no ordinary act of kneeling in worship!

Instead, they presented a devout and awe-inspiring posture, like believers worshipping their god!

Wu You's gaze fell on her long white hair.

A guess came to mind: Could it be the influence of that trace of divinity?

He possesses a wisp of divinity that he received from the God of a Thousand Faces.

Although it has been transformed by the Sword Codex and is now completely under his control, its essence remains unchanged.

That belongs to "God," something that only beings at a higher level can possess.

The kitten in his arms was a member of the Beast Corpse Clan—a race that also had a "god" ancestor, and its perception of divinity was far more acute than that of humans.

Perhaps it is not worshipping Wu You, but worshipping that trace of divinity!

The thought had barely formed when another, even more alarming speculation struck Wu You like a bolt of lightning.

If one absorbs enough divinity, will one eventually become a corpse-type god?

But Wu You immediately shook his head. He remembered the Sword Manual and the power he had obtained from it.

From the very beginning, the Sword Codex was helping him transform the power of divinity, erasing its aggressiveness and turning it into something he could control.

It should be fine.

He looked down at the kitten that was still worshipping, and reached out to pick it up from the ground.

"Stop worshiping."

"I am not your god."