Even if the place was destined to be sacrificed, Han Muye would not give up.
The land of life and death was supported by the Great Dao.
The more he comprehended that sword, the more determined Han Muye became.
"Young Master, there's a battle ahead."
Someone reported in front of the carriage.
Han Muye slowly opened his eyes and looked at the void ahead.
A hundred miles away, sword light and spiritual light intertwined.
Several sword cultivators were surrounded by a group of Daoist cultivators.
Originally, Han Muye did not need to care about such things. Along the way, he had already encountered countless battles in the void.
Ever since he arrived at the Nine Heavens of the Immortal Source World, he had searched many places with the mark left behind by Sword Venerable Yuan Tian, but he did not find anything.
This time, he saw a glimmer of hope.
He raised his hand, and a sword light flew a hundred miles away.
