1282 Meeting Old Friends Again, Mu Wan, Huang Six, Lu Gao… (4)
Gao Changgong and Xiao Yueli.
Lu Yuzhou, Lu Yang.
Mo Yuan.
Lu Gao.
Instructor Lin.
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These people who had walked alongside him all stood there with smiles on their faces.
They smiled at each other.
This smile, spanning 2,000 years.
Outside the bamboo forest, a long table was placed. Everyone sat around it and sighed as they talked about the Nine Mystic Mountain and the Heavenly Mystic World.
Huang Six’s cultivation level was already at the Heavenly Venerable realm, a Demon Dao Heavenly Venerable.
Lu Qingping’s cultivation was weaker and she also had a Heaven Realm Soul Formation cultivation.
Heaven Realm. Everyone present was at least at the Heaven Realm.
Mo Yuan, Lu Gao, and Instructor Lin had already entered the Sage realm and were only a step away from becoming the ancestor of the Sword Dao.
On the other hand, Gao Changgong and Xiao Yueli’s cultivation levels had yet to reach the Sage realm.
Lu Yuzhou was a Half-Sage back then, but it was difficult for the Confucian Dao to produce a Heavenly Venerable. Even now, he was only a Sage.
“I don’t know where that Gao Xiaoxuan is, but he’s always been very carefree,” Huang Six raised his wine glass and muttered softly.
Gao Xiaoxuan, the true Wen Qu.
Accompanied by the White Fox, he roamed the world and paid no attention to the affairs of the Heavenly Mystic and the Immortal Source World.
“Sword Venerable Yuan Tian left the Immortal Source World,” Mo Yuan said softly. “He awakened his original memories and said that he wanted to go to the Immortal World again.”
Now that Sword Venerable Yuan Tian had regained his memories, he decided to return to the Immortal World again, perhaps to find the opportunities he had missed before.
The demons in the Desolate Wilderness were also extremely powerful now.
The Martial Marquis, Qilin, and the others stayed there. Xiang Lingshuang, who had followed Han Muye back then, was no longer inferior to the Dao Ancestor.
Two thousand years.
In the past 2,000 years, everyone had their own experiences and growth.
Han Muye sat beside Mu Wan and listened quietly.
His thoughts drifted, as if he’d never been absent.
Images appeared in his mind.
In this scene, he was walking freely in this mortal world with everyone.
His state of mind quietly changed.
What was an immortal?
Heaven Immortals and Golden Immortals, advancing step by step. Was it not just for the moment when they looked back on these experiences and smiled as they did now?
This was the beauty of cultivation!
Many people came to see Han Muye.
Deng Chungang, who had never been able to be with his third sister Li Xixi.
Daoist Dayan, who had come quietly.
Back then, the Confucian Dao Half-Sage, Qin Suyang, and Qin Wuyuan, who had received Han Muye’s guidance in alchemy.
“Shopkeeper,” when Zuo Lin saw Han Muye again, he was in a state of excitement, aging but full of vigor.
With the support of medicinal pills, his cultivation level had reached the Heaven Realm.
However, he did not have any cultivation foundation and only relied on Zuo Yuting’s medicinal pills to live for 2,000 years.
Seeing Han Muye again was already a great satisfaction for him.
The elders of the Five Sheep Pavilion also came to the Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley to greet Han Muye.
They brought a pile of jade slips that recorded various benefits.
Han Muye took a look. In the past 2,000 years, the Five Sheep Pavilion had accumulated various treasures. Supreme-grade spiritual rocks were worth trillions.
The sword cultivator army that supported Huang Zhihu.
Currently, there were tens of millions of sword cultivators in the Heavenly Mystic.
These 10 million sword cultivators formed military formations, and the weakest among them was at the Earth Realm Soul Awakening.
Under the command of Huang Zhihu, such an army attacked cities and conquered star worlds one after another.
“Ah, that girl has such a combative nature, I still can’t figure her out,” speaking of Huang Zhifu, Huang Six couldn’t help but shake his head.
Even after 2,000 years, his girl was still a girl.
Even though Huang Zhihu was already a half-step Heavenly Venerable and controlled an army of 10 million sword cultivators, she was invincible in the world.
At this moment, Huang Zhihu had yet to return.
She led an army and was fighting a battle with the cultivation world.
In the past few hundred years, the Heavenly Mystic sword cultivator army had occupied most of the stars in this world.
Han Muye stayed in the Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley for half a year before leaving with Mu Wan for the Heavenly Mystic World.
There were too many memories of them in the Heavenly Mystic World.
Imperial City, Yongding River outside the Imperial City.
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Upper Heaven Region, Sword Pavilion’s encampment.
Li Yungang and Su Xinghe walked side by side.
“This is really the inheritance of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect.”
Looking at the sword cultivators everywhere, Li Yungang asked curiously.
After staying in the Endless Sea for a while, they looked around while heading to the Sword Pavilion.
“Sigh, these juniors really don’t have much cultivation.” Su Xinghe looked around and shook his head regretfully.
When he left the Sword Pavilion back then, there were more than 10 Sword Ancestors in the sect and four Heavenly Venerables.
Now, there was only one Heavenly Venerable in the entire Sword Pavilion, and there were only five Sword Ancestors.
The difference in strength was not just a little.
“Such dense spiritual energy, but there’s only one Heavenly Venerable among the junior disciples. Their cultivation is really subpar,” Su Xinghe snorted, and a sword light emanated from his body.
The sword intent emitted by the sword light caused the surrounding swords to vibrate.
“Who’s—”
“Buzz!”
Streams of sword light converged towards Su Xinghe and transformed into the shadow of a thousand-foot-long sword.
The sword cultivators around watched this sword with expressions of astonishment.
With such a technique, he was at least at the level of a Sword Ancestor!
“Who dares to be impudent in my Sword Pavilion?”
A voice rang out, and Heavenly Venerable Qi Yu, who was wearing a white Daoist robe, descended.
However, when he saw Su Xinghe beneath that long sword, he was completely stunned.
“Xinghe, Pavilion Master…”
Qi Yu had never seen Su Xinghe before.
However, as a Heavenly Venerable who presided over the Sword Pavilion, he had seen Su Xinghe’s image.
The person in front of him was the pavilion master of the Sword Pavilion, Su Xinghe, who had stepped into the Immortal World back then.
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