Why did no one dare to barge into the Broken Soul Wasteland? Even a Heaven Realm cultivator was unwilling to go there.
It was because tens of thousands of miles of heaven and earth had been tainted by the Heavenly Devil, and the Heaven and Earth powers were lacking.
The stronger the cultivators were, the more difficult it was for them to harmonize their Great Dao with Heaven and Earth when they were in the Broken Soul Wasteland.
Being unable to sense the Dao was an extremely terrifying thing for great cultivators.
Therefore, for many years, the Heavenly Demon occupied the Broken Soul Wasteland and no one questioned it.
Han Muye had killed the Heavenly Demon, broken through the world infected by the Heavenly Demon, and allowed the power of the Western Frontier’s Heavenly Dao to return to the Broken Soul Wasteland.
In return, the Heavenly Dao gave Han Muye the perfect affinity of the Earth-type lineage.
In the future, not only would he be able to cultivate the earth-type cultivation technique without any obstacles, but when he stood on the ground, he would be blessed with the Heavenly Dao.
Battles, cultivation, and searching for natural treasures could all have unimaginable enhancements.
The simplest thing was that when one’s feet touched the ground, one’s body would not be defeated.
Without the huge force that could shatter a radius of 5,000 miles, no one could break Han Muye’s physical defense.
An extremely powerful body, the cultivation of a half-step grandmaster, and a pure sword intent.
In the divine treasure, a second soul sword had already condensed, but the power of the Heavenly Demon Soul was still rising.
All of this was Han Muye’s gain.
As expected, the cultivation world was no different from the mortal world. It focused on opportunities and wealth.
Han Muye chuckled.
He even said that he would not reveal his wealth.
This time, he displayed his absolute strength and intimidated the Western Frontier, making his name resound.
In the future, he would not attack if he could.
In case those people were afraid.
As long as he had more time, it would be easy for him to surpass those few people.
Taking a light breath, Han Muye dispersed all the spiritual light on his body. Immediately, his entire body was filled with the aura of the mortal world.
The Spell of the Mortal World.
As he refined the Great Spirit through the Confucian Dao cultivation technique, he underwent a change after absorbing countless resentment.
Unfortunately, he had little understanding of the Confucian Dao. He had no idea what characteristics this cultivation technique had and could only sense it passively.
In the future, he had to find some Confucianist books in the Central Continent to study.
Kong Chaode was a Confucian Dao cultivator. Although his Confucian Dao cultivation had yet to reach the Scholar Realm, it was not far away. If he had time, he could discuss it with him.
After this refinement, Han Muye’s temperament cultivation reached a powerful realm.
At the very least, before reaching the Earth Realm Golden Core Realm, he did not have to care about the danger of his heart being unstable.
When Han Muye ended his cultivation, the jade bone in Daoist Dayan’s palm had just been refined.
Turning around, Daoist Dayan was stunned to see Han Muye smiling at him.
“Daoist Dayan, what did you say before?”
Han Muye remembered that before he killed the demon with his sword, Daoist Dayan had said that as long as he didn’t die, he would acknowledge him as his master.
Daoist Dayan was the sword spirit of the sword pill. If he could return to the sword pill, the sword pill would immediately become a Dharma treasure-level sword.
The sword pill that turned into a Dharma treasure was even stronger than Zhao Yunlong’s Cloud Dragon Sword.
“Yes, let’s talk about it again.” Daoist Dayan waved his hand and turned into a breeze, landing behind Han Muye.
He was restrained by Han Muye’s four sword pills and was not far away.
However, his Sword Dao was of the earth and stone lineage, which was very compatible with the current Han Muye.
Seeing Daoist Dayan escape, Han Muye chuckled and shook his head.
Although Daoist Dayan was a little selfish, he was willing to fight to the death twice.
There was no hurry. When his cultivation and combat strength increased in the future, he would naturally be able to subdue Daoist Dayan.
Also, in the future, he would have more and more sword pills in his hands. If he received that jade maiden, he would definitely be able to control Daoist Dayan.
As he put away the array disc, a breeze blew past his face.
“Hum—”
The flying ship shuddered slightly and stopped.
Han Muye got up and walked out of the cabin. He saw two figures standing in the void in front of him.
One wore a green-black robe and held a wooden staff. The other had long purple hair.
The Heaven Realm demon on Green Wheat Mountain, Mu Jin, and the little wooden demon, Tan Tan.
At the bow of the flying ship on both sides, a few Earth Realm experts of the Nine Mystic Mountain stood vigilantly.
The half-step Heaven Realm Grand Elder, Zhang Zhihe, had a solemn expression as clouds surged on his body.
Han Muye walked forward and cupped his hands with a smile. “So it’s Senior Mu Jin and Fellow Daoist Tan Tan.”
Mu Jin nodded, while Tan Tan stared at Han Muye, her eyes rolling.
“Immortal Han, we were on our way to the Broken Soul Wasteland. After you killed the demon with one strike, we came back to see you.”
Mu Jin looked at Han Muye and said softly, “I wonder if Immortal Han needs my help?”
She could tell that Han Muye’s cultivation was weak.
Using his powerful cultivation to kill the demons who had occupied the Western Frontier for countless years, his sacrifice was worthy of admiration.
Anyone else would probably not do this.
How many cultivators were not selfish and heartless?
They would sacrifice other peoples’ interests rather than hurt their own.
Han Muye was not only a life-saving benefactor to Mu Jin and the wood demons on Green Wheat Mountain, but also an extremely important partner.
Therefore, when Mu Jin found out that Han Muye had come to the Broken Soul Wasteland to kill a demon, she rushed over with Tan Tan.
However, the Green Wheat Mountain was far away. By the time they arrived, Han Muye had already killed the great demon, dispersed his cultivation, and returned to the Nine Mystic Mountain.
Coincidentally, Mu Jin and Tan Tan intercepted him halfway.
“Um, Immortal Han, are you alright?” Tan Tan looked at Han Muye and whispered nervously.
Han Muye smiled and shook his head.
“Senior Mu, Little Fellow Daoist Tan Tan, I appreciate your kindness.”