Trying to escape?
How could Han Muye, who was becoming more and more curious about what happened 10,000 years ago, let Daoist Dayan leave?
He raised his hand and pointed. A sword light chased after him.
Sword Pill.
The sword light was cold and sharp. It instantly caught up to Daoist Dayan.
“Boom—”
Without any mercy, the sword pill shattered Daoist Dayan’s body and then blasted open a thousand-foot-long cave. Only then did it turn around and land in front of Han Muye.
After the sword, there was no other sound in the mine except for the sound of rubble collapsing.
Even Shao Yousun turned around and looked at Han Muye.
He was a little puzzled. How could this Senior Brother Han, who looked a little scholarly, be so ruthless?
Besides, he was looking at the Sword Pill.
Previously, when Han Muye fought with him, he only used the sword in the sword case on his back.
How many more tricks did Senior Brother Han have?
“Spare, spare me…”
Opposite, the few low-level cultivators who had come with the Great Rock Daoist felt their legs go weak. They looked at the flickering sword light in Han Muye’s palm and begged for mercy.
Who could withstand this strike?
“Fellow Daoist Han, let us have them.”
Behind Han Muye, the voice of the Fire Source Palace’s Elder Duan Yanji gritted his teeth.
Han Muye thought about it and nodded.
He raised his hand, and the sword pill turned into a sword light that cut off the chains on Duan Yanji and the others.
Without the shackles and the nourishment of the spiritual fruits just now, Duan Yanji and the others had no problem dealing with a few low-level cultivators.
Han Muye, Patriarch Tao Ran, and the others strode out of the mine path and walked towards the ground.
Behind him, there were crackling sounds and all kinds of strange roars.
“Damn it, how did you torture me back then?
“Haha, I finally have a chance to take revenge. Do you remember that night?”
“Go to hell—”
….
As he walked out of the mine, a faint warm aura surged towards him.
This small world looked no different from Heavenly Mystic. Outside the mine, it was also lush.
Patriarch Tao Ran stood in front of the mine and looked at the distant mountains. He said softly, “The power of the Heavenly Dao in this small world is weaker than the Heavenly Mystic World, so it can’t accept Heaven Realm experts.”
“Those above the half-step Heaven Realm will be expelled.”
The lower the level of power in a world, the weaker the cultivation power.
After all, the upper limit was there.
However, in such a world, it was easier to break through in low-level cultivation.
Tao Ran smiled and said, “For example, those who can’t break through to the Earth Realm in their lives can break through here.”
Hearing Patriarch Tao Ran’s words, Han Muye nodded.
Indeed, there were two sides to every story.
The upper limit of power in this world was low, and the suppression on cultivation was also low.
“In ancient times, many large sects could mass-produce low-level cultivators because of the existence of cave paradises and blessed lands,” Shao Yousun said, standing at the side.
Mass-producing low-level cultivators?
What a big deal.
“It’s just that the spatial power transmitted from the Western Frontier to this world is already extremely weak. Otherwise, it can be used as a secret place to nurture the strength of the younger generation.”
Patriarch Tao Ran whispered regretfully.
It was unknown how long the spatial power that had teleported here could last. Looking at how dilapidated it was, it probably couldn’t last much longer.
Han Muye and the others didn’t go far. They waited in front of the mine.
Han Muye found an empty place and gently rotated the sword pill in his hand, scattering sword light.
Daoist Dayan appeared in front of him.
As soon as he appeared, Daoist Dayan turned to run.
Han Muye chuckled, and the sword pill shook and hit the top of his head.
The sword pill passed through his body, making Daoist Dayan tremble and stand in place.
After the attack, many cracks appeared on Daoist Dayan’s body.
“You can run again. I don’t mind refining you immediately into a Sword Pill.”
Han Muye raised his hand, and the three sword pills turned into a three-star sword array, pressing Daoist Dayan in the middle.
“Three-Star Sword Formation. You, you’re his successor…” Daoist Dayan turned around and stared at Han Muye. After a long time, he sighed.
There were many complicated expressions on his face. He muttered softly to himself, “It seems that he really doesn’t want us anymore.”
Han Muye waved his hand, and the three sword pills returned to their original positions.
He looked at Daoist Dayan and said indifferently, “I’m very curious about Sword Master Yuan Tian.”
“I want to know about him.”
Hearing his words, Daoist Dayan laughed and pointed at Han Muye. “Kid, you think that you have his sword pill and inheritance and want to be like him, right?”
There was disdain and a hint of pride on his face. “There’s only one Sword Master Yuan Tian. It’s impossible for you to have his ability.”
Han Muye said nothing.
It could be seen that Daoist Great Yan had complicated feelings for Sword Master Yuan Tian.
“Okay, I’ll tell you everything about him.”
He looked at Han Muye and said loudly.
“Outside the Central Continent, sword Dao reigns supreme. This is Sword Master Yuan Tian.”
Sword Dao Reigns Supreme.
Just from this title, Han Muye could imagine Sword Master Yuan Tian’s demeanor.
Previously, he thought that Sword Master Yuan Tian was just running rampant in the Western Frontier.
He did not expect that outside the Central Continent, there was a supreme name.
According to Daoist Dayan, Sword Master Yuan Tian was extremely talented in the sword path. With the sword in his hand, he dominated the world.
48 Heavenly Cycle Sword Pills and one Heavy Cloud Divine Sword. Even the Central Continent’s Minister Wen, Wen Mosheng, and the Great General, Chongwu, were not inferior.
There were less than 10 sword cultivators in the world who could compete with Sword Master Yuan Tian.
The western border killed demons, the eastern sea killed demons, the northern region suppressed the ice and snow dragon, and the Great Yan Daoist mentioned the Sword Master Yuan Tian. He was a carefree and fearless sword cultivator.