“By then, this small world will be completely lost.”
Looking at the surrounding halo, Han Muye’s eyes flickered.
The moment he entered this space, the small black sword in his hair vibrated slightly.
This small black sword that represented the identity of the Sword Pavilion’s legacy disciple was actually not an ordinary item.
Back in the Green Wheat Mountain, this sword was by Ying Yang’s sword and killed the incarnation of a third-level Nascent Soul cultivator with a single strike.
The sword light did not decrease and even shattered the Heavenly Barrier between the Western Frontier and the Central Continent.
However, without the power of Ying Yang, the small sword returned to normal, and the sword Qi and sword intent could not be infused.
At this moment, Han Muye could feel wisps of invisible power entering the small black sword.
Is this the power of space? he wondered.
Can this small sword absorb spatial power?
There were too many secrets in the cultivation world. Han Muye felt that he still needed a lot of accumulation.
“Hum—”
With a loud bang, the light screen in front of him dissipated, and the soft and empty space under his feet became solid ground.
What he saw was a dark space with traces of fiery red.
“This is a mine tunnel?”
Looking around, Han Muye asked in a low voice.
“The teleportation location of this mystic realm is not fixed. It’s based on the last teleportation location,” Shao Yousun said as he held the jade plate in his hand.
“The last time, the disciples of the Tang Mountain Sword Sect seemed to have left in a sorry state,” Patriarch Tao Ran said, pointing at the various sword marks on the surrounding stone walls.
These were obviously left behind when they were being hunted down.
There were also various shattered objects on the ground.
“So this mystic realm is about to be abandoned.” Shao Yousun shook his head and smiled bitterly.
“This small world should produce a lot of treasures.” Patriarch Tao Ran raised his hand and pointed. A sword light shattered the mountain wall and a few fiery red ores fell.
“Fiery Velvet Stone, a spiritual material of the fire attribute. It’s not expensive, but it’s commonly used for refining pills and weapons. It’s an extremely common consumable in the cultivation world.”
Holding an ore in his hand, Han Muye said.
Looking up, there were such tinderstone spiritual materials everywhere in the mine.
Unfortunately, the value of this item was not high. Otherwise, it could be mined.
The four of them walked along the mine path, occasionally collecting two pieces of spiritual materials from the stone wall.
There were not only tinder stones in this mine, but also various other accompanying spiritual materials. The best piece that Han Muye had collected was the Red Spirit Iron that was worth 100 Spirit Stones per 500 grams.
“Clang—”
“Clang—”
Ahead, the sound of smashing came.
‘Someone’s mining?’
Patriarch Tao Ran moved and rushed out like a breeze.
When Han Muye, Shao You, and Lu Gao arrived, they saw Patriarch Tao Ran standing in a wide place, surrounded by dozens of people in ragged clothes.
These people were all skinny and grateful. They kept kowtowing to Patriarch Tao Ran.
Seeing Han Muye and the others come, Patriarch Tao Ran waved his hand and looked at Han Muye. “Han Muye, have you eaten? Give them some.”
Han Muye looked down. There were traces of cultivation on these people, but the cultivation he saw now had been crippled and they were already mortals.
He raised his hand and took out some spiritual fruits from the Green Wheat Mountain from his storage ring and distributed them to these people.
After receiving the spiritual fruit, everyone kowtowed and swallowed it in two or three mouthfuls.
“Thank you, thank you…”
In front of everyone, a gray-haired old man cupped his hands at Han Muye with a sigh.
“I haven’t tasted such a spiritual fruit in a hundred years.”
From his words, it was obvious that he had eaten such fruits a hundred years ago.
The fruits that Han Muye took out were all spiritual fruits, and each of them was extraordinary.
Since this old man could eat it, it meant that his status back then was not bad.
But why would such a person be mining here?
“Why are you mining here and having your cultivation crippled?” Han Muye looked at everyone who had eaten the fruit and looked much better and asked.
Hearing Han Muye’s words, the old man sighed and said, “We’re all disciples of the Fire Source Palace. We were lost here in the battle a hundred years ago.”
The Fire Source Palace?
This seems to be the inheritance of the Blazing Sun Palace?
Han Muye turned to look at Shao Yousun.
“The battle a hundred years ago?” Shao Yousun’s gaze landed on the old man and he said in a low voice, “A hundred years ago, the disciples of our Tang Mountain Sword Sect fought a great battle with the cultivators from the outside world here and even fought side by side with the Fire Source Palace.”
Shao Yousun’s words made the old man’s eyes widen.
The cultivators behind him also stared at Shao Yousun with grief and indignation.
“You, you, are Fellow Daoists from the Tang Mountain Sword Sect?”
The gray-haired old man stared at Shao Yousun, his eyes filled with uncontrollable sorrow.
“You, you, why are you only here now…”
….
In the mine, it took these disciples a long time to calm down.
The gray-haired old man’s name was Duan Yanji, an elder of the Fire Source Palace.
Back then, before his cultivation was crippled, he was also an Earth Realm Meridian Opening Realm expert.
A hundred years ago, dozens of disciples of the Tang Mountain Sword Sect entered this world and contacted the Fire Source Palace.
The two sides joined forces and fought a few battles with the forces outside this world.
In the end, the Fire Source Palace was no match for them.
The disciple of the Tang Mountain Sword Sect wanted to return to the Heavenly Mystic World and promised to bring an army to this world.
The Fire Source Palace protected these disciples of the Tang Mountain Sword Sect and left, then waited for reinforcements.
He waited for a hundred years.
“You guys have just arrived. My Fire Source Palace will probably be destroyed…” Duan Yanji looked sad.
Hearing his words, Shao Yousun revealed an awkward expression, then sighed softly. “Senior Duan, you might not know, but after those disciples of my Tang Mountain Sword Sect left the mystic realm, they were intercepted by demons when they returned to the Eastern Sea.”
“Only two of them eventually returned to the Eastern Sea.”
“Moreover, later on, the demon army of the Eastern Sea attacked, so the rescue was delayed.”
He wasn’t lying.
But in the end, he still did not take this world seriously.
Duan Yanji’s gaze landed on Shao Yousun, Han Muye, and the others, then his expression became lonely.
Only four people from the Heaven Mystic World came.
These people could not save their Fire Source Palace at all.
Moreover, 100 years had passed, and it was unknown if the Fire Source Palace’s inheritance was still around.
“Hula, hula—”
At that moment, a voice came from outside the mine tunnel.
“Not working?
“Do you guys have a death wish?”
A few shouts came from outside.
A thin Daoist with a sharp mouth led a few green-robed cultivators in.
Han Muye looked up and met the Daoist’s gaze.
The Daoist was stunned.
“Han, Han, Han—”
Han Muye smiled and looked at him. “So it’s Fellow Daoist Dayan.
“It’s really been a long time.
“Are you no longer a sword spirit but a Rat Demon?”
Who else could this thin Daoist be but Daoist Dayan in the sword pill?
It turned out that he was the one who entered this world from the Heavenly Mystic World.
“You, you.” Daoist Dayan’s eyes revealed a ferocious glint as he shouted, “You came at the right time. This time, I can finally take revenge!”
With that, he spread his body and transformed into a 10-foot-long rat that slammed into the stone wall beside him.
He slipped away.