Golden lights exploded and endless streams of light enveloped him.
When the lights dissipated, Han Muye was no longer in the wasteland.
Countless swords were resonating in the wasteland.
"That guy has finally left…" Someone stuck his head out from behind the rubble and whispered.
"He triggered so many swords to resonate. Has he received the favor of the Sword Pavilion?" A disciple of the Sword Pavilion in a green Daoist robe and carrying a long sword on his back muttered to himself. He pondered for a moment and did not draw the sword. Instead, he moved and dissipated.
When he appeared, he was already outside the Sword Pavilion.
"I want to see the elders.
"Something has happened in the Sword Pavilion…"
…
When Han Muye landed on the gravel beach on the second floor, he saw sword cultivators fighting various four-legged demon beasts on the beach.
