"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 Ray 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.
