1336 Suppressing the Holy City Alone, Meeting Li Mubai Again (4)
However, the power of the rules here was faint, and it couldn’t really reverse life and death.
“Don’t dawdle. Since you’ve already come to the Holy Land, come with us,” a black-armored cultivator with a long spear under the stone platform shouted.
A group of soldiers guarded more than 10 cultivators who were already standing in front.
“Haha, Fellow Daoists, stop daydreaming. Let’s go.”
“The opportunity is right in front of us, why act foolish?”
Those cultivators all laughed and spoke.
They probably looked the same when they came to the Holy Land.
Han Muye remained silent, leading Han Qi down the stone platform and walking forward with those practitioners, following the black-armored soldiers.
After walking for more than ten miles, everyone was brought to a chaotic cliff of rocks.
This cliff was green and black, with a hint of blood.
There were small caves all over the cliff.
“There are traces of comprehending the Immortal Ancestor’s cultivation method in these caves. How much opportunity you have depends on yourselves,” the leading soldier turned and shouted loudly.
“Ten days to comprehend, and if you can’t, you’ll need to pay a hundred golden beads if you want to try again.
“If you don’t have golden beads, you can provide power to the Holy City’s array with your own divine soul strength.”
The soldier waved the long spear in his hand, with a hint of contempt on his face. “No one wants to gain opportunities without paying, right?”
“If there were such people, you wouldn’t agree, would you?”
These words made many cultivators shake their heads.
Human nature was like this.
It would hurt to take out gold beads on their own.
But if others didn’t, and they could gain opportunities again without expending divine soul, that wouldn’t do.
We can all consume our divine souls together.
Seeing everyone nod, the soldiers pointed to the cliff.
“Each cave can accommodate 10 people; go find one.”
With that, he led the other soldiers and left.
After the soldiers left, the cultivators looked at each other. Those who were familiar with each other formed groups, while those who were not turned and went to search the cliffs alone.
“Fellow Daoist, why don’t we travel together?” A gray-haired Daoist in a green robe looked at Han Muye and said softly.
Han Muye didn’t refuse.
“I’m Tao Wu, from the Fengyang Region. I’ve cultivated for 90,000 years, but I’m stuck at the Sage Realm,” the Daoist muttered as he walked.
“I came to this Nether World; if I have the opportunity to reverse life and death, I’ll go back and revitalize my sect.”
“If I can’t go back, then life and death will fade away, and my 90,000 years of cultivation will be enough.”
These words seemed to be speaking to himself, and also seemed to be speaking to Han Muye.
He turned and looked at Han Muye. “Fellow cultivator, how should I address you? Are you also here to reverse life and death?”
There was no sign of decay on Han Muye’s body.
This was also why Tao Wu was willing to travel with him.
Without signs of decay and undiminished strength, he could suppress or resist any danger that might arise.
“Han Muye.”
“I’m here to find someone.”
Han Muye paused. Under Tao Wu’s confused gaze, he said calmly, “As for the Immortal Venerable’s inheritance, I’m also interested.”
It was the truth.
He was naturally interested in the inheritance of an Immortal Venerable and the rules of life and death.
But this interest hadn’t reached the point where he would take risks.
Tao Wu opened his mouth, but had nothing to say.
What did it mean to be interested in the inheritance?
Coming here just to find someone?
If it were an ordinary cultivator, that would be one thing. But you, a strong expert with a powerful aura, came here just to find someone?
Who would believe that?
If not for Han Muye’s aura and Han Qi’s extraordinarily domineering appearance, Tao Wu would have turned around and left.
However, Han Muye really took out a green-black jade token in front of him.
On the jade token, there were faint flashes of light, leading Han Muye into one of the caves.
In just a moment, he arrived in front of a cave filled with 10 cultivators.
The cultivators were sitting cross-legged in the cave. Some of them were staring blankly at the marks on the stone wall, some were drawing on the ground, and others had a trace of joy on their faces with a hint of blood in their hands.
Han Muye stood in front of the cave, and everyone looked up.
“It’s full,” someone said.
The cave wasn’t big, and as the soldier had said, it was considered full with 10 people.
Han Muye didn’t care and walked straight into the cave.
A few cultivators frowned and stood up.
“Didn’t you hear—” Before the person could finish speaking, Han Qi had already thrown him out with a lift of his hand.
This scene made almost everyone in the cave change their expressions.
“Fellow cultivator, the opportunities in these caves are the same. There’s no need to fight over them, right?” an old man with a black beard furrowed his brow.
Han Qi glared, causing the old man to shudder and take a step back.
He took a step back, revealing an old man in a gray robe sitting cross-legged behind him, with disheveled hair and beard, and a form that could no longer be seen.
The old man was muttering in a low voice with his head down.
Han Muye walked forward, and the old man finally became aware, slowly raising his head.
Han Muye raised his hand and removed his face mask.
The old man looked at him, and his cloudy eyes gradually showed a hint of vitality.
“You, you…” His voice was hoarse, as if he had not spoken to anyone in a long time and couldn’t form complete sentences.
“Senior Li Mubai, it’s been a long time.” Han Muye squatted down and looked at the old man in front of him.
In the Heavenly Mystic World, the number one demon in the Western Frontier, Li Mubai.
Bai Suzhen’s father.
After more than 2,000 years, this once formidable demon cultivator who had clashed with Han Muye in the Western Frontier was now in his twilight years.
“Han, Mu, Ye.” Li Mubai’s eyes sparkled.
1336 Suppressing the Holy City Alone, Meeting Li Mubai Again (4)
However, the power of the rules here was faint, and it couldn’t really reverse life and death.
“Don’t dawdle. Since you’ve already come to the Holy Land, come with us,” a black-armored cultivator with a long spear under the stone platform shouted.
A group of soldiers guarded more than 10 cultivators who were already standing in front.
“Haha, Fellow Daoists, stop daydreaming. Let’s go.”
“The opportunity is right in front of us, why act foolish?”
Those cultivators all laughed and spoke.
They probably looked the same when they came to the Holy Land.
Han Muye remained silent, leading Han Qi down the stone platform and walking forward with those practitioners, following the black-armored soldiers.
After walking for more than ten miles, everyone was brought to a chaotic cliff of rocks.
This cliff was green and black, with a hint of blood.
There were small caves all over the cliff.
“There are traces of comprehending the Immortal Ancestor’s cultivation method in these caves. How much opportunity you have depends on yourselves,” the leading soldier turned and shouted loudly.
“Ten days to comprehend, and if you can’t, you’ll need to pay a hundred golden beads if you want to try again.
“If you don’t have golden beads, you can provide power to the Holy City’s array with your own divine soul strength.”
The soldier waved the long spear in his hand, with a hint of contempt on his face. “No one wants to gain opportunities without paying, right?”
“If there were such people, you wouldn’t agree, would you?”
These words made many cultivators shake their heads.
Human nature was like this.
It would hurt to take out gold beads on their own.
But if others didn’t, and they could gain opportunities again without expending divine soul, that wouldn’t do.
We can all consume our divine souls together.
Seeing everyone nod, the soldiers pointed to the cliff.
“Each cave can accommodate 10 people; go find one.”
With that, he led the other soldiers and left.
After the soldiers left, the cultivators looked at each other. Those who were familiar with each other formed groups, while those who were not turned and went to search the cliffs alone.
“Fellow Daoist, why don’t we travel together?” A gray-haired Daoist in a green robe looked at Han Muye and said softly.
Han Muye didn’t refuse.
“I’m Tao Wu, from the Fengyang Region. I’ve cultivated for 90,000 years, but I’m stuck at the Sage Realm,” the Daoist muttered as he walked.
“I came to this Nether World; if I have the opportunity to reverse life and death, I’ll go back and revitalize my sect.”
“If I can’t go back, then life and death will fade away, and my 90,000 years of cultivation will be enough.”
These words seemed to be speaking to himself, and also seemed to be speaking to Han Muye.
He turned and looked at Han Muye. “Fellow cultivator, how should I address you? Are you also here to reverse life and death?”
There was no sign of decay on Han Muye’s body.
This was also why Tao Wu was willing to travel with him.
Without signs of decay and undiminished strength, he could suppress or resist any danger that might arise.
“Han Muye.”
“I’m here to find someone.”
Han Muye paused. Under Tao Wu’s confused gaze, he said calmly, “As for the Immortal Venerable’s inheritance, I’m also interested.”
It was the truth.
He was naturally interested in the inheritance of an Immortal Venerable and the rules of life and death.
But this interest hadn’t reached the point where he would take risks.
Tao Wu opened his mouth, but had nothing to say.
What did it mean to be interested in the inheritance?
Coming here just to find someone?
If it were an ordinary cultivator, that would be one thing. But you, a strong expert with a powerful aura, came here just to find someone?
Who would believe that?
If not for Han Muye’s aura and Han Qi’s extraordinarily domineering appearance, Tao Wu would have turned around and left.
However, Han Muye really took out a green-black jade token in front of him.
On the jade token, there were faint flashes of light, leading Han Muye into one of the caves.
In just a moment, he arrived in front of a cave filled with 10 cultivators.
The cultivators were sitting cross-legged in the cave. Some of them were staring blankly at the marks on the stone wall, some were drawing on the ground, and others had a trace of joy on their faces with a hint of blood in their hands.
Han Muye stood in front of the cave, and everyone looked up.
“It’s full,” someone said.
The cave wasn’t big, and as the soldier had said, it was considered full with 10 people.
Han Muye didn’t care and walked straight into the cave.
A few cultivators frowned and stood up.
“Didn’t you hear—” Before the person could finish speaking, Han Qi had already thrown him out with a lift of his hand.
This scene made almost everyone in the cave change their expressions.
“Fellow cultivator, the opportunities in these caves are the same. There’s no need to fight over them, right?” an old man with a black beard furrowed his brow.
Han Qi glared, causing the old man to shudder and take a step back.
He took a step back, revealing an old man in a gray robe sitting cross-legged behind him, with disheveled hair and beard, and a form that could no longer be seen.
The old man was muttering in a low voice with his head down.
Han Muye walked forward, and the old man finally became aware, slowly raising his head.
Han Muye raised his hand and removed his face mask.
The old man looked at him, and his cloudy eyes gradually showed a hint of vitality.
“You, you…” His voice was hoarse, as if he had not spoken to anyone in a long time and couldn’t form complete sentences.
“Senior Li Mubai, it’s been a long time.” Han Muye squatted down and looked at the old man in front of him.
In the Heavenly Mystic World, the number one demon in the Western Frontier, Li Mubai.
Bai Suzhen’s father.
After more than 2,000 years, this once formidable demon cultivator who had clashed with Han Muye in the Western Frontier was now in his twilight years.
“Han, Mu, Ye.” Li Mubai’s eyes sparkled.
