From afar, they could already see long swords stuck on the not-so-tall cliff.
Every sword here was a tombstone.
Seeing these swords, Han Muye's eyes lit up.
These were the swords of Peak Nascent Soul Realm experts!
Even if it wasn't a lifelong treasure, it was a sword that was carried at the last moment and filled with cultivation comprehension.
"I'm going to pay my respects to the Sword Dao seniors. Find a place and wait there first."
He turned around and instructed Zheng Yuan and the others.
Everyone hurriedly bowed and found a quiet place to sit and wait.
Han Muye tidied his clothes and strode forward towards the cliff.
Originally, the sword cultivators sitting or standing in front of him did not care, but as his speed increased and he reached the bottom of the limestone cliff, the surrounding discussions began.
Not everyone could climb up this limestone cliff.
