Guarding the Immortal Burial City and Returning to Yuze Province (2)

Relying solely on a trap sword, it was impossible to accomplish.

However, what if it was simplified billions of times?

Perhaps, that would be possible.

Sword light intertwined and divided, filling the space in front of Han Muye.

This scene was similar to Zhu Ming's sword intent, yet it was different.

The long sword gleamed with sword light, seemingly more agile.

Han Muye closed his eyes, letting the long sword whirl and merge with his own sword intent.

An epiphany.

For cultivators, a once-in-a-lifetime epiphany was difficult to come by in thousands of years, but for Han Muye, it wasn't hard.

As long as he was willing to comprehend it carefully, it was fine.

Five days later, the sword light around him dissipated.

The primordial spirit sword in front of him returned to the divine treasure, and the sword light on it became even more magnificent, almost endless.