Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Once these cultivators entered the altar, few of them could come out again.

Few people could reverse life and death and leave the Holy City.

But that couldn\'t stop the footsteps of those cultivators. Even if one person out of tens of thousands could reverse life and death, countless people would still flock to it.

The Holy City had truly become a holy city.

"Fellow Daoist Han, there is indeed an Immortal Venerable\'s inheritance in the forbidden area," the white-robed old man looked at Han Muye and whispered, "This is the message that the Immortal Venerable initially spread."

In the hall, the other Elders nodded.

Tens of thousands of years ago, when the exotic beasts besieged the Holy City, the Immortal Venerable had used his means to defeat them and spread the message that those with outstanding talents could accept his inheritance.

The elders in the city had verified this message, and it was indeed left by the Immortal Venerable, not fabricated by their elders.

Accept the inheritance?

Han Muye frowned.

He also had the inheritance of an Immortal Venerable.

The Immortal Venerable of the Divine Realm.

But in his opinion, it was best to keep a distance from the inheritance of powerful beings like that.

This kind of thing required risking one\'s life, and there was no guarantee of obtaining it.

Countless people had perished on the path to obtain the inheritance.

"Did Sixth Brother go to search for the inheritance?" Han Muye\'s eyes flashed with a cold light.

"Fellow Daoist Zhenxiong blamed himself for Fellow Daoist Han\'s disappointment. After coming to the Holy City, he led the cultivators who supported him to the holy land altar," Qu Qian said softly.

After Sixth Brother Huang arrived at the Holy City, he took Luo Ren and the others to find the altar.

He wanted to obtain the Immortal Venerable\'s inheritance and avenge Han Muye.

"Take me to the altar," Han Muye said coldly.

The Elders looked at each other and nodded.

It was better to let the First Elder and the others deal with such an expert.

After going to the forbidden area, they didn\'t need to care about what happened after that.

"Han Qi, send a message to Elder Zhu and the others. If we don\'t return within a year, attack the Holy City and destroy this place." As they walked out of the hall, Han Muye shouted.

Han Qi nodded and flew up, transforming into an eight-winged, seven-headed dragon statue. He flapped his wings and flew out of the Holy City, then roared at the sky.

A green bamboo flute floated in the air, and a strange sound reverberated from it.

As the dragon statue beast roared, the bamboo flute vibrated. In the distance, countless strange beasts churned on the blood-colored river.

Mutated beasts besieging the city!

The last time the mutated beasts surrounded the city was 300,000 years ago.

That time, more than half of the cultivators and ferrymen in the city died, and countless souls scattered.

At this moment, the mutated beasts were surging, clearly showing signs of gathering again.

For a moment, the cultivators in Styx River Holy City panicked again.

I knew it wouldn\'t end so easily…

The Nether River ferrymen Elders looked at each other and shook their heads with bitter expressions.

After sending the message, Han Qi rushed into the sky and transformed into a cold young man again, landing behind Han Muye.

The altar of the Styx Sanctuary was below the Holy City. One could step into the square from the hall and then go straight up the spiral stairs.

Tens of thousands of cultivators gathered in the square.

They had all come to the Holy City to search for opportunities.

Some wanted to reverse life and death, some wanted to obtain the inheritance of an Immortal Venerable, and some wanted to obtain opportunities from these two people.

Han Muye arrived surrounded by a group of Holy City Elders, immediately making way for the cultivators surrounding the square.

"It\'s him!"

Seeing Han Muye, countless cultivators retreated in panic.

Who would dare to face a powerful existence that had subdued the Seven-Headed Dragon Sculpture Beast?

Even the dome of the Holy City\'s main hall had been overturned by it. Now, it had even come here accompanied by a group of Elders. What was it trying to do?

"He\'s going to the Holy Land!"

"Will such an expert directly obtain the opportunity to become an Immortal Venerable?"

Many people\'s eyes revealed fear and jealousy.

In front of opportunities, everyone was his enemy.

Han Muye didn\'t care about what these people thought.

They were just pitiful people who were like ants.

He stepped into the spiraling staircase and moved quickly.

Han Qi followed behind him and sized up his surroundings curiously.

After 1,000 steps, the stone steps reached the end, and an altar with a radius of 1,000 feet could be seen.

Seeing the altar, Han Muye narrowed his eyes again.

Divine Enlightenment Altar.

Although the form was different and the power transmitted was different, this was the Divine Enlightenment Altar.

It was just that the method of entry had some variations.

The Divine Enlightenment Altar in the Heavenly Cycle Divine World was infused with divinity. What would this altar have?

Han Muye took a step forward and stood in the altar.

Streams of blood-colored light gathered around his body.

The power of the Nether River.

The Dragon Sculpture Beasts that grew in the Nether River were even more familiar with this power.

His body already had the affinity of the Nether River\'s power. In an instant, the stream of light wrapped around his body and disappeared.

This made the cultivators sitting cross-legged on the altar widen their eyes.

"How could this be? How could they enter the forbidden area so quickly…" An old man with white hair and a rotten aura muttered in despair.

He had been on this altar for a long time, but he could not enter the Holy Land at all.

"Who is this person? He seems to be entering the altar faster than the people who came a hundred days ago. Does he control the Immortal Venerable\'s token?" Someone\'s eyes flickered as he looked at the spot where Han Muye had disappeared and pondered.

After passing through the altar, Han Muye landed on a stone platform.

Han Qi arrived only a little slower than him.

The stone platform was greenish-gray in color and was surrounded by all kinds of crisscrossing marks.

A faint blood-red aura permeated the void.

This was the power that belonged to Immortal Venerable Minghe.

At this point, Han Muye could sense Immortal Venerable Minghe more clearly.

The power of life and death transformation existed here. There were indeed rules of life and death here.