A Sword Swept Across Billions of Miles, Holding the Righteous Sword (4)

"Heaven-defying Immortal Ascension, abiding by righteousness. Who could possess such character?" On a distant land shrouded in celestial aura, a Daoist in a cyan robe sat cross-legged in a grand hall, speaking in a low voice while gently tapping his fingers.

"Can't figure it out?"

"Is it the protection of the Heavenly Dao here, or…" The Daoist's eyes flickered with a dark light as he clenched his fists.

"Controlling the authority of a realm in the immortal world truly poses countless dangers…

"Alright, in this game, I'll withdraw for now."

…

No one knew that Han Muye's words had given rise to countless speculations among powerful figures.

Han Muye himself no longer concerned himself with these matters.

He felt a mysterious connection between himself and the power of heaven and earth.

He couldn't believe it.

Ascending against the heavens might bring calamities accompanying the path to becoming an immortal.