Chapter 1523 Half-Step True Spirit! Condensing the True Spirit Bone! (3)
A true weapon with 20 True Spirit Divine Patterns.
The power that such a weapon could add was unimaginable to outsiders.
Not only did this treasure make up for the difference in strength between the True Spirit Bloodlines, but it also allowed this human True Spirit to fight on par with Shang Zhenyu.
With the command of this human True Spirit, 18 Essence Spirit experts of the eighth and ninth layers swiftly arrived.
The 18 experts instantly formed a formation and turned into chains that enveloped Han Muye's head.
Behind Han Muye, the elite Golden Crow Tribe members clad in black armor wanted to rush forward to rescue.
"Continue charging!" Han Muye shouted, his eyes shining.
At this moment, he decided not to hide any longer.
In this Ruins Realm, he needed to use the power of the divine beast bloodline to showcase the last brilliance of these divine beasts that disappeared in later times.
After his thoughts became clear, the bloodline power on his body began to surge continuously.
It could no longer be hidden!
With his blood boiling and divine flames burning, both his physical body and soul power had reached their extremes.
It was a vibration of the connection between the power of heaven and earth and the body.
"Boom—"
Behind Han Muye, a translucent silver Golden Crow Essence Spirit appeared.
In this Essence Spirit, a faint golden light was already shining.
A peak ninth-level Essence Spirit, a half-step True Spirit!
At this moment, the image of the method of cultivating True Spirit and the state of the Immortal Venerable appeared in Han Muye's mind from that True Spirit Bone he had obtained earlier.
True Spirit, gathering into True Spirit Formation Patterns, condensing True Spirit Bone.
"Buzz!"
The golden light flickered, and above Han Muye's head, intertwining golden traces formed an illusory Golden Crow.
Independent of the original soul of the Golden Crow, there was another Golden Crow phantom.
True Spirit!
Not a true True Spirit, but a Half-Step True Spirit, condensing half of the True Spirit Divine Patterns and half of the True Spirit Bone.
At this moment, Han Muye's comprehension of the power of heaven and earth had completely sublimated.
Looking at the experts in the True Spirit realm, he could now face them directly.
"Boom—"
Around him, golden lights interweaved.
The 18 human powerhouses had solemn expressions as they held their sabers and swords with all their might.
Even before Han Muye made a move, the strength he displayed had already far surpassed those of the same level.
Watching the swords approach, Han Muye remained calm.
If it was before, he might have had to dodge a little.
Not now.
Anyone below the True Spirit Realm was an ant, truly.
He raised his hand, and the golden light around him turned into a long sword.
With the golden sword in hand, he took a step forward, and the sword light followed his figure, thrusting out. In one stroke, he pierced through the bodies of three human experts who were also wielding swords.
With another sweeping motion of the sword, five experts were forced back a thousand feet.
The sword edge exploded, turning into endless golden light.
The golden light pierced through the six human experts in front of him, injuring them severely before pushing them out hundreds of feet.
One mistake, and out of the 18 human Essence Spirit experts of the eighth and ninth layers, only four were left!
This was the peak of Han Muye's swordsmanship, a strength that these human experts couldn't resist.
"Bang!"
Around Han Muye, the golden light exploded, then reassembled into a long sword.
On the sword edge, there were True Spirit Divine Patterns.
True Spirit Bone!
This sword was Han Muye's True Spirit Bone!
In the distance, the four True Spirits in the battle showed surprise on their faces.
Could someone actually condense their True Spirit Bone into a sword?
"With the soul as the sword, with cultivation as the sword, with the body as the sword…"
Han Muye muttered.
Wasn't this the inheritance of the Sword Pavilion on the Nine Mystic Mountain?
Sword Nurturing Technique.
Military Sword Technique.
Sword Condensing Technique.
Perhaps, everything in the world was a cycle of complexity and simplicity?
Who would have thought that in the wilderness, the origin of cultivation in this world, Han Muye would comprehend the swordsmanship that resonated with the countless inheritances of the cultivation world in the future?
It was not sword techniques, but the truths of the Sword Dao!
Whether it was the Heavenly Cycle Sword Technique or the Heavenly Mystic Sword Technique, they all needed to condense into the essence of the sword.
This step was extremely important for Han Muye.
His understanding of the sword had reached a profound level, but it wasn't enough.
He had never dared to use the Immortal Trapping Sword, the Immortal Slaying Sword, and the Immortal Annihilation Sword together.
The main reasons were that his cultivation and soul couldn't control the three swords simultaneously, and his understanding of the sword wasn't enough to directly command the three swords at the same time.
Now, perhaps it was enough.
When leaving the Ruins Realm and heading to the Divine Realm, it would be the time for his three divine swords to converge.
"Buzz!"
The golden light flickered on the long sword in his hand, and Han Muye slashed with one stroke.
The bodies of the four human experts blocking him were directly crushed, and the golden sword light roared down towards the front.
The sword light, spanning thousands of feet, cut through the battle formation, tearing apart the human formation directly!
The elite Golden Crow Tribe members clad in black armor surged into the bright silver battle formation like a tide.
The formation was broken, and the power of the human formation could not gather, with each formation fighting separately, and no powerful force emerged.
The power of the formation alone could not withstand the strong Golden Crow Tribe experts.
"Boom—"
The first to collapse was not the formation but the 10,000-strong human army in front of the 3,000 experts led by Han Muye.
These 3,000 Golden Crows were all ninth-level and eighth-level essence spirits. Every single one of them was an expert.
It was already difficult for a 10,000-strong army to resist them, and now, seeing the formation behind them broken, they couldn't hold on and were directly rushed apart.
The 3,000 Golden Crow experts rushed forward, joining forces with the more than 30,000 Golden Crow Tribe members led by Han Muye, once again attacking the human formation.
Han Muye raised his head, looking at the four True Spirits in conflict.
"Retreat." The black-armored man who had knocked Zhang Chenyang back with a punch shouted. Golden light scattered from his hand, allowing the formation below to slowly gather.
Zhang Chenyang snorted coldly and charged forward again to fight the burly man.
Earlier, he had been fully resisting the attacks of the human True Spirits, and now, the situation was reversed.
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