Han Muye looked up at the seemingly endless stone steps and sped up.
Behind him, Xu Cheng gritted his teeth, held his sword, and chased with all his might.
Unfortunately, when he looked up again, Han Muye was already gone.
“Is this guy really that strong…”
Xu Cheng muttered to himself, a trace of frustration flashing across his face.
At this moment, Han Muye was extremely fast and had already stepped onto the thousand stone steps.
On the stone steps, his clothes fluttered in the wind, like an immortal ascending to the heavens.
Endless sword light circled around him, then condensed into the phantom of a long sword.
As the sword light flickered, every time it flashed, he passed 10 steps under his feet.
“Boom”
With a bang, a huge sword slashed down from above his head.
The sword light was dazzling, carrying the pressure of tens of millions of pounds, as if it could directly crush his body.
Looking at the sword edge, Han Muye raised his hand and pointed.
“Dang”
The green sword energy clashed with the giant sword edge and then shattered.
The world in front of him was directly torn open, and a golden light tore through.
A golden doorway appeared in front of him.
“I haven’t seen a sword cultivator from the Primordial Chaos Universe in countless years…”
A voice came from within the doorway, filled with sighs and emotions.
Han Muye stepped into the doorway and saw a white-bearded old man, dressed in a green robe, sitting in the empty hall in front of him.
This old man looked like the portrait of the master of the Lu Yue Sword Pavilion.
Patriarch Lu Yue.
“Junior sword cultivator Han Muye of the Primordial Chaos Universe greets Senior Lu Yue.”
Han Muye bowed to Lu Yue.
No matter what, Master Lu Yue was a senior figure who had come from the Primordial Chaos Universe.
“Yes.” Lu Yue looked Han Muye up and down, then nodded, “Indeed extraordinary, stable sword intent, profound soul, and most importantly, your physical body is already at a level beyond my perception.
“I remember that only a few divine beast overlords in the Primordial Universe had such physical bodies.”
Han Muye’s expression did not change as he bowed his head slightly.
It seemed that this person was also a top-notch powerhouse back then.
However, for some reason, only his remnant soul was left here.
As if reading Han Muye’s mind, Patriarch Lu Yue smiled and waved his hand. “Do you think I’m a remnant soul?”
“In fact, this is just a mark I left in the memory of the Heaven Raising Elephant’s memories.
“I had already shattered this void, crushed the Galaxy Divine Realm, and left this Universe millions of years ago.”
In Patriarch Lu Yue’s words, there was pride.
Cutting through the void and shattering the Galaxy Divine Realm?
Han Muye looked up and saw that Lu Yue’s eyes were endlessly bright.
“As a junior sword cultivator from the Primordial Chaos Universe, I must give you a big gift.
“Let’s see how much you can catch.”
Patriarch Lu Yue’s figure slowly dissipated, and his voice echoed in front of Han Muye.
“I remember that in the Primordial Chaos Universe back then, the only person in the world who could draw his sword in front of me cultivated sword formations.”
“My sword is different.”
Sword formation.
At the pinnacle of Han Muye’s swordsmanship was the formation of swords, transforming into a formation that could shatter everything in the world.