847, A sword spans the sky, and even heaven and earth cannot tilt.

Dragging his sword along.

As Han Muye walked forward, the aura of sharpness around him quickly converged.

After ten steps, the power on his body had transformed into a ten thousand li sword light.

The three-foot-long sword cut across the sky, facing the heavens above.

Below, each of the cultivators turned their heads.

They could see the silhouette of Han Muye alone with his sword.

That ten thousand li sword light split the entire sky in two.

The sword light condensed, its brilliance illuminating and bringing peace of mind to all who saw it.

"That is, Master Han," a youth commanding a Puppet Fighter whispered as he looked at the figure crossing the sky.

He knew that he did not possess the ability, or the courage, to stand in the sky as Master Han did, facing off against the endless Heavenly Demonic Beasts.

He could only bow his head.