1191 The Legacy of an Immortal Lord, Meeting Golden Immortal Ye Ming Again (4)
The suffering in the Bitter Immortal Realm was a result of the inherent nature of the demon race, but it was also intentionally stirred up by various other forces.
The ones truly powerless were the lower-level demons and cultivators.
At this moment, he had a slight comprehension of the inheritance of the Heaven Ascension Immortal Sovereign.
Accumulation combined to form the Heavenly Cycle Array, capable of overturning heaven and earth.
This was what the powerful beings, who held themselves high above and didn’t value the lives of lower-level cultivators, feared.
The strength of ants.
“City Lord, this is information about the place where the Senior passed away.”
Qin Zhaoyuan raised his hand and handed a jade slip to Han Muye.
Han Muye took the jade slip and probed it with his divine sense.
“Spirit Enlightenment Province’s Wind Roar Ridge?
“Is this the stronghold of Heaven Immortal Demon King Xiang Tian?”
The location marked in the jade slip was evidently the foundational site of Heaven Immortal Demon King Xiang Tian before his rise to power.
Coincidentally, the experts of the Thunder Bandits were also imprisoned here.
Han Muye had discussed with Immortal Lord Cang Yun before, and there had been no other Immortal Lord’s fall within the Bitter Immortal Realm.
Apart from the remnants left behind by Immortal Lord Cang Yun, there was also Zhu Ming’s final setup.
Perhaps, it was the plan left behind by the powerful being from the Heavenly Cycle Divine Realm before their fall.
“If that fellow has any tricks up his sleeve, you have to be careful,” Immortal Lord Cang Yun instructed with a solemn expression.
An Immortal Lord’s backup arrangements were beyond the reach of a cultivator like Han Muye, who hadn’t yet reached the Golden Immortal realm.
Looking at the location Qin Zhaoyuan had given him, he wondered if it was related to Heaven Immortal Demon King Xiang Tian and the fallen expert of the Heavenly Cycle Divine Realm?
“Lord Sword Immortal, Du Qiang leads a caravan with 32 guards to join us,” Du Qiang, wearing black armor, approached with a bow.
Behind him, there were dozens of cultivators, all in black armor, concealing their auras.
Han Muye took a moment and handed the jade slip back to Qin Zhaoyuan.
“I still have a few matters to attend to.”
Regardless of whether the Immortal Lord’s legacy was genuine or not, he would go and investigate.
Before that, he needed to activate the treasure left behind by Immortal Lord Cang Yun.
If he went to Wind Roar Ridge and conflicted with Heaven Immortal Demon King Xiang Tian, he might not have another chance to stay in the Bitter Immortal Realm and search for the Immortal Lord’s legacy.
Qin Zhaoyuan and Du Qiang had no objections to Han Muye’s arrangements.
In moments, everyone discreetly flew away.
Han Muye also chose a direction. His sword light turned invisible and vanished.
As he flew, he could see demons in disarray everywhere.
Perhaps the battle had begun. Constant roars resonated in the distance. No one paid attention to the figures soaring through the sky. Han Muye’s sword light was at its utmost speed, traversing millions of miles in a day.
Three days later, he landed before a mountain range spanning thousands of miles.
The mountain peaks were a greenish-gray, surrounded by cliffs.
At the foot of the mountain, faint sparks and flames flickered.
This was a volcano, a volcano that could erupt at any time.
Surrounding it, there were no major demon tribes, only scattered demons taking refuge in the geothermal activity.
Even if it was unknown when the earth fire would erupt, once it did, their lives would be in danger. These low-level demons would still stay here.
This was the helplessness of low-level creatures.
The power of heaven and earth was an unstoppable existence in front of them.
Stepping onto the mountain range, Han Muye raised his hand, and two swords appeared.
One was the Nether Mystic Sword that Golden Immortal Ye Ming had compensated him with, the other was the ancient sword gifted by the Four Spirit Demon King.
The swords hovered, slightly trembling, then shot forward after a gentle vibration.
The flying swords’ speed was incredible, covering thousands of kilometers in half an hour.
The flying swords’ speed was incredible, covering thousands of miles in half an hour.
The two swords paused, suspended over the churning lava.
However, their positions were slightly different now.
The Nether Mystic Sword trembled slightly, as if it wanted to move forward.
The ancient sword, on the other hand, pointed downward, as if ready to plunge into the lava lake.
Han Muye stood there, his eyes shining.
Taking a deep breath, he raised his hand.
The swords returned to his grasp.
“Senior Ye Ming, we’ve found the location. Why don’t you reveal yourself?” Han Muye spoke calmly, his head slightly lowered.
Ye Ming.
Golden Immortal Ye Ming!
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure emerged from the smoke and landed before Han Muye.
“That’s true. Let me handle the rest.”
Golden Immortal Ye Ming chuckled and turned his gaze downward. “Boil the vast expanse. So, it’s a volcano. I’ve been setting up everywhere in the wastelands, hoping to find a place to refine all things.”
Raising his hand, golden immortal light shone, pressing down onto the seething lava. Golden Immortal Ye Ming’s smile grew wider.
“After all these years of searching, I’ve finally acquired all the Immortal Monarch’s legacies.”
Around him, treasures shimmering with immortal light appeared.
“Compared to the real Immortal Monarch’s legacy, what are these trinkets worth?” Golden Immortal Ye Ming’s face twisted with a hint of arrogance, as if he had finally released years of pent-up frustration.
He seemed to have found someone to confide in.
“If outsiders find out that I only obtained a treasure left behind by an Immortal Lord and don’t really have an expert backing me, how miserably will I die?
“Do you know how agonizing it is to carry a massive secret inside, unable to share it with anyone?”
Golden Immortal Ye Ming’s face displayed a hint of distortion.
Han Muye nodded.
He truly understood the torment of carrying a secret that could never be divulged to outsiders.
His transmigrated identity.
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