1352 Xu Wei, Please Oversee the Immortal Burial City (5)
But those Daoist experts who were determined to become vassals in the divine realm became even more resolute.
In their view, only by seeking refuge in the divine realm during its difficult times could they demonstrate their loyalty.
According to what Zhao Chen said, there were several incidents in the Daoist sect.
They even almost caused trouble.
Fortunately, the Fuyu Immortal World was extremely powerful and could suppress them.
“Big brother, when will you return? The Sword Sect has sent letters several times.”
This was Zhao Chen’s last question.
Han Muye didn’t reply.
The affairs of the Fuyu Immortal Realm were a concern for those Immortal Lords and experts.
It wasn’t like the Fuyu Immortal World didn’t have experts.
Returning to the alchemy shop, Han Muye continued to live a leisurely life at home.
Every day, apart from helping with alchemy, he received friends who came to visit.
He also went to the Spirit Transformation Pool with Mu Wan and the others to refine their spiritual energy.
The so-called Spiritual Transformation Pool was a place with more immortal energy.
Every city had such a place set up, allowing cultivators who cultivated spiritual qi to slowly change their cultivation.
Absorbing Immortal Qi and transforming it into his own cultivation.
When the spiritual qi dissipated and the immortal qi cultivation remained, his realm would be stable, and he would become a true immortal cultivator.
The process would take a thousand years.
“Boom—”
Above the Spiritual Transformation Pool, a crack opened, and several figures in green Daoist robes appeared.
The old man in the lead sized up the surroundings with a smile and raised his hand to suppress it.
In the Spiritual Transformation Pool, everyone felt like they were uncontrollably being taken into the void.
Was this to be taken for refining and alchemy?
Frequent occurrences like this happened in the Spirit Transformation Pool, where people whose conversion of cultivation was insufficient were taken away.
However, cultivators had no choice but to come to the Spirit Transformation Pool.
If their conversion of spiritual energy was inadequate, after a thousand years, heavenly tribulations would descend, and they would die.
“Go away!”
A low shout, and a green long sword was swung.
With a flash of sword light, a white-robed female cultivator was pulled out of the confinement power.
Then the sword light moved again, breaking all the restraining forces with its radiant light.
The cultivators who were pulled out fell one by one, looking at the person who had wielded the sword with gratitude.
It was a sword cultivator in his thirties in a green robe with a calm demeanor.
Outside the Spirit Transformation Pool, Han Muye chuckled and said, “Gao Xiaoxuan still hates evil so much.”
The person who drew his sword in the Spiritual Transformation Pool was Gao Xiaoxuan.
Back when he and Bai Wuhuan roamed the Immortal Source World and returned when the entire world turned into the Immortal Realm, they had met Han Muye several times.
Because Gao Xiaoxuan had awakened the memories of Wen Qu, his cultivation had advanced rapidly.
However, Bai Wuhen’s soul was incomplete after all, so her cultivation progress was a little slow.
The two of them were carefree, making Huang Six envious.
The only ones who could compare to them were probably Gao Changgong and Xiao Yueli.
They were probably on the same path.
Gao Xiaoxuan was very talented in the Sword Dao.
At this moment, his cultivation level was already at the Void Refinement Realm, but he had not fused with the power of the Grotto-heaven.
As for Bai Wuhen, she was barely at the Heaven Immortal realm. As she couldn’t cultivate against the heavens, she could only rely on the Spirit Transformation Pool to temper her strength.
For cultivators in the Immortal Source World, what constrained them were not immortal energy or opportunities but their innate talent.
“Boom—”
The sword lights in the void intertwined, and the green-robed Daoists were killed by Gao Xiaoxuan’s sword lights, causing them to flee in all directions.
“Lunatic.
“You have a death wish.”
“Senior Brother, please help—”
Shouts rang out, and a large hand reached down through the crack in the sky.
With a grab of his hand, he crushed Gao Xiaoxuan’s sword light.
Then, without stopping, it pressed down.
Seeing this huge hand, Han Muye frowned.
“Boom—”
In the distant sky, a green spear flew out and stabbed fiercely into the huge hand.
The huge hand trembled, but it could no longer move.
“This year’s Immortal Ascension Platform is under the control of my Immortal Burial City. Isn’t your Daoist Faction stretching your hands too far?”
A middle-aged general in black armor appeared in the void and shouted coldly.
The Daoists in the sky looked at each other and hesitated.
“Hmph, does the Immortal Burial City have the ability to control the entire Spirit Realm?”
“I’m just taking some spiritual materials for refining pills. Aren’t you being too nosy?”
The hand that was nailed turned over and broke free from the suppression of the spear. It grabbed at the Spirit Transformation Pool below again.
Anger appeared on the black-armored general’s face, and the battle spear in his hand emitted a dazzling immortal light.
“Boom—”
The spear and palm collided.
