Chapter 776 - 776 Returning to the Western Frontier and Breaking Through to the Semi-God Realm (3)
776 Returning to the Western Frontier and Breaking Through to the Semi-God Realm (3)
The power of the Dao Sword was not like that of the Spiritual Treasure, which could break through a world with one strike. Instead, it was because the space inside was huge. It could gather the power of a sect and dominate a myriad of worlds.
Han Muye estimated that if he used this sword to gather 100,000 sword cultivators and used the Heavenly Cycle Sword Formation, he would probably be able to resist even a Dao Ancestor.
A Daoist sword refined with the power of a sect in the Immortal Spirit World, the Heavenly Cycle Sword Formation inherited from the Upper Three Heavens, and 100,000 sword cultivators. Such power was indeed rare in the world.
After flying for three months on the Dao Sword, Han Muye finally arrived at a desolate and dark realm.
Countless broken meteorites were intertwined with various forces.
Standing outside the realm, Han Muye saw a strange beast with the cultivation of the Earth Realm Spirit Awakening Realm being grabbed by a black claw and pulled into the illusion.
“Boom!”
A 10-mile-wide meteorite smashed towards Han Muye’s head.
The meteorite was extremely fast and arrived in an instant. With a howling sound, it shattered the surrounding void.
Han Muye stood where he was, his expression unchanged.
“Whew—”
The meteorite brushed past his body and landed on a star in the distance, shattering it.
Seeing this, Han Muye smiled.
His eyes lit up, and the illusion in front of him dissipated.
There were no strange beasts, no meteorites, and no stars.
There was only a chaotic void.
This was a dam.
He wanted to pass through this illusory place.
Taking a step forward, Han Muye’s expression changed.
In the dam, all the power was in chaos.
Even his Sword Dao cultivation was suppressed.
The sword in his hand could only kill enemies within three feet.
No wonder those great cultivators didn’t dare to cross the dam.
The stronger they were, the more they needed to borrow the power of heaven and earth.
How many powerful cultivators in the world all had their own strength?
Coincidentally, Han Muye was one.
The sword light moved, and the Dao Sword turned into a five-foot-long sword in his hand. The Qi and blood of the divine beast Baxia, which he had refined, surged out of his body.
There were Kui spiritual patterns intertwined on his chest, and Baxia’s phantom was behind him. Holding a large sword, Han Muye walked forward quickly.
“Roar—”
With a roar, a 10-foot-long beast with two heads and four legs, two black horns on its head, and fangs more than two feet long, covered in scales, slammed into Han Muye.
The strange beast was strong and fast, and its body was surrounded by a murderous aura.
“Bam!”
With a swing of its long tail, the strange beast shattered a 10-foot-long meteorite in front of it and bit at Han Muye.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes and swung the sword in his hand.
“Slash—”
One of the strange beasts’ heads fell off, and black blood sprayed out.
Raising his hand to grab a blood bead, Han Muye’s blood qi flashed.
“Ancient Desolate Beast Bloodline?”
Han Muye looked surprised.
There are ancient beasts living in this dam?
Looking at the strange beast in front of him with its head cut off, Han Muye felt that it was somewhat similar to the black-striped bull in ancient times.
However, there were no two-headed armored bulls in ancient times.
It seemed that the power in the dam had already changed the bloodline of these mutated beasts, causing their power to be chaotic.
After stabbing the fearless strange beasts to death, Han Muye walked forward with his sword.
The four-armed ape, the 100-yard-long nine-headed snake, the black fish that only had half of its body left but was still alive…
In the dam, Han Muye encountered countless strange creatures that he had never imagined before.
It wasn’t just creatures. He also saw a stone pillar that was 100,000 feet tall, a river that stretched for thousands of miles, and a sun that would never fall…
“Boom!”
A sword light descended from the sky and slashed in front of Han Muye.
A black-faced sword cultivator in golden armor and holding a large sword with both hands stood in front of Han Muye.
“The Wood Deity Palace is a forbidden area of the Divine Court. No trespassing is allowed,” the golden-armored, black-faced sword cultivator shouted.
The Wood Deity Palace?
Han Muye glanced at the sword cultivator in front of him and slowly retreated.
The sword cultivator moved and retreated.
Han Muye suddenly took another step.
“Boom!”
The sword light fell.
“The Wood Deity Palace is a forbidden area of the Divine Court. You are not allowed to trespass.”
This time, Han Muye was certain that the sword cultivator in front of him who had restrained his aura was only a puppet.
A puppet that had existed for countless years.
Was the Wood Deity Palace still there?
Han Muye looked behind the black-faced sword cultivator.