Chapter 1440 - 1440 True Spirit Realm, Great Desolate Ruins Realm! (4)
1440 True Spirit Realm, Great Desolate Ruins Realm! (4)
Zhao Chen operated for a while, bringing back 300,000 Heavenly Abyss Pearls, tens of thousands of treasures containing the power of deathly silence and the power of the Origin.
Mu Wan and Yunjin refined enough pills to ensure that 100,000 sword cultivators would stay in the Heavenly Abyss.
As for Han Muye, he gained some memories about the Great Desolate Ruins Realm from several weapons.
Combining this information with the messages from Immortal Lord Tian Yun of the Heavenly Night Tower, he gained a deeper understanding of the Great Desolate Ruins Realm.
“Buzz!”
The void trembled, and flying ships rushed out of Ten Thousand Magnificence City.
The Sword Pavilion, the Scarlet Flame Sword Sect, and the Heavenly Night Tower followed closely behind.
The three factions had a total of 300 flying ships of various colors that covered the sky.
Watching these flying ships depart, many people in Ten Thousand Magnificence City had complex expressions.
“Senior Brother, the owner of the Sword Pavilion is the famous new sword cultivator in the myriad worlds, Yunlan Sword Immortal,” Immortal Lord Sheng Yao, who was standing behind Zhu Huan, spoke in a low voice.
Being a sword cultivator himself, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of combat intent towards Han Muye, who was also a sword cultivator.
“Yunlan Sword Immortal.” Immortal Lord Zhu Huan’s eyes flashed. He turned to look into the distance and said indifferently, “What is Wu Twelve doing now?”
“Him?” Immortal Lord Sheng Yao shook his head and said disdainfully, “He’s just trying to rope in the various parties in the city.”
“As the disciple of an Immortal Venerable, an Immortal Lord expert doesn’t care about Master’s face at all.”
Immortal Lord Zhu Huan did not speak again, but the divine light in his eyes became even deeper.
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300 flying ships crossed hundreds of millions of miles and took two months to stop in the depths of the Heavenly Abyss.
This was already the deepest place at the bottom of the Heavenly Abyss. Grayish-black mountains could be seen everywhere.
These mountains were all Ruins Realms.
It was like a tomb.
The tomb of a world.
The power of death collided, and every flying ship shone with golden light.
If not for the fact that the 300 flying ships were connected and the array formation was guiding them, they would definitely not be able to withstand the corrosion of the silent power in the void.
Many people looked at the silent power outside the light shield with pale faces.
They would probably not be able to withstand such a dense power of death for even 15 minutes.
Fortunately, the Sword Pavilion distributed a lot of pills to resist the power of death and many treasures for them to protect themselves.
The people from the Scarlet Flame Sword Sect and the Heavenly Night Tower had also made preparations.
“We’re here.”
In the void ahead, the Pavilion’s Immortal Lord spoke.
In front of the flying boat was a towering mountain range.
These mountains were vaster than anything he had seen before.
“This is the Great Desolate Ruins Realm.”
“It’s said that there’s a Primitive World ahead after passing through here.”
After pointing at the mountain range, Immortal Lord Tuan Yun said in a low voice, “It’s just that the silent power there is already close to the calamity. Even Immortal Lords can’t withstand it.”
“Perhaps only the Immortal Venerable can detect what’s there.”
Even Immortal Lords could not withstand the power of death.
Han Muye looked ahead and suppressed his curiosity.
It was better not to be curious about such a place.
“Set off and enter the Primitive World. Remember this mark.” Han Muye’s voice sounded.
In midair, the shadow of a golden sword appeared, shining.
Illusory streams of light scattered and were held by every cultivator.
This stream of light condensed in their palms and turned into a faint golden sword mark.
In the Great Desolate Ruins Realm, using this phantom as a mark was a method for everyone to recognize each other.
Flying ships stopped in the void. Apart from the cultivators guarding the flying ships, everyone else flew down.
Golden light flashed on their bodies.
This was the halo triggered by the collision of treasures and pills against the power of death.
The speed at which this power was consumed made everyone on the flying ship click their tongues.
Previously, he had thought that he could resist for 15 minutes. He had thought too much.
The power of death here was not something that anyone below the Golden Immortal Realm could come to.
Han Muye looked at Mu Wan, Yunjin, and the others.
“A powerful Ruins Realm like the Great Desolate Ruins Realm can’t be entered with a soul clone. We can only infiltrate with our true bodies, so we have to be more careful.”
“We will enter and merge with our respective bloodline powers into the groups, and then find opportunities to regroup.”
Opening his palm, a small golden sword flickered in his palm.
Mu Wan and Yunjin also spread out their hands and nodded gently.
In their hands, the sword light also gleamed.
Behind him, Huang Zhihu, Golden Flame, Xiang Lingshuang, Lu Gao, and the others all had golden lights shimmering in their hands.
“Senior Brother Han, take care.” Lin Shen cupped his hands and shouted before flying down.
The others also cupped their hands in laughter and flew down.
All of them entered the Ruins Realm with their true bodies, and life and death were unpredictable.
“Senior Brother, we’re going too.” Mu Wan and Yunjin held hands and jumped down.
Watching them fly down, Han Muye quietly raised his hand, and the God Slaying Battle Puppet transformed into a black scale armor, falling directly.
With the God Slaying Battle Puppet around, it would definitely be able to protect them.
Having no more worries, Han Muye took a deep breath and looked at the mountains below.
He took a step forward, and a surge of wind and thunder erupted.
Landing on the mountains, the scene in front of Han Muye changed.
Illusory shadows appeared in front of him.
Baxia.
The Kui.
Dragon crocodile.
Humans.
Four figures rushed towards him.
Which one should he choose to integrate into the Great Desolate Ruins Realm?
Narrowing his eyes, Han Muye spread his hands.
In his palm, a blazing golden flame shone.
“Boom—”
He disappeared.
Those four illusory shadows stood still for a moment, then slowly dissipated.