Chapter 2002: 828. Return to the Desolate Heaven Territory, Meeting Daoist Dayan Again_2
This fellow is first-rate at treasure hunting.

After Han Muye stepped into the celestial world, Daoist Dayan also went to the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, but his strength had basically plateaued, and later, his dao companion, the flood dragon Qing Tong, tragically perished, leaving him disheartened and unmotivated to pursue further advancement in his cultivation.

When Han Muye left the Raincover Fairy Realm, he had already set Daoist Dayan and the others free.

He just never imagined that after so many years, he would see Daoist Dayan again at such a time.

Moreover, it was when Daoist Dayan was about to self-destruct his body, shatter his own Sword Pill, and gather all his strength.

Daoist Dayan, who always cherished life and feared death, even had such a moment of choice.

Han Muye’s gaze fell on the astonished face of the woman before him.

He could see a trace of the Eastern Sea Flood Dragon Clan’s Qing Tong in her.

Perhaps.

“You, who are you?” The woman named Junior Sister Yu Chan looked at Han Muye, her eyes conveying a glimmer of hope yet uncertain.

Even if the disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect had not seen Han Muye, they had seen his image.

But everyone knew that the Void Sword Immortal was among the most apex beings in the world, who had long reached the Immortal Venerable realm and could not possibly appear here.

Thus, at this moment, no one dared to recognize him.

“Haha, you youngsters are really lucky!” The voice of Daoist Dayan rang out, filled with boundless surprise and delight.

“Haven’t you always wanted to see the Void Sword Immortal, to see the Lord of Nine Mystic?”

“Now that the master of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect has returned, you dare not acknowledge?”

Daoist Dayan laughed heartily, his body a flickering phantom.

Void Sword Immortal!

The person before them really was the Void Sword Immortal!

Others might be mistaken, but Daoist Dayan could not possibly be wrong.

Daoist Dayan once was a Sword Pill under the Void Sword Immortal’s command.

“Paying respects to the ancient Void Sword Immortal.”

“Paying respects to the Void Sword Immortal.”

“Paying respects to the Ancestral Master.”

…

A cacophony of shouts arose.

Their titles varied, but all referred to one person.

The creator and inheritor of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect in the Desolate Heaven Territory, the one who alone with a sword broke the barriers between the Immortal and Divine Realms, allowing the entire Primordial Universe’s cultivation world to remain unobstructed—a powerful being.

This individual was the forefather in the eyes of the world’s sword cultivators, the pride of sword practitioners, and the ultimate pursuit.

As the shouts echoed, all the cultivators in the distance showed confusion on their faces.

But when they heard clearly what the surrounded sword cultivators were calling out, everyone panicked and became chaotic.

“Impossible…”

“The Void Sword Immortal, such a personage, couldn’t possibly be here.”

“The Void Sword Immortal, that Immortal Sovereign, how could he come to such a low-level Continent Domain!”

Numerous exclamations.

Everyone instinctively retreated backward.

Even if it wasn’t true, they had to be cautious.

Han Muye looked at Daoist Dayan’s phantom before him, his face revealing a trace of emotion.

Along the road traveled, unbeknownst to him, too many companions had already vanished into the river of time.

This is cultivation.

The cultivation of this world has always been like this, devoid of freedom.

Even if one transcends one day, what of it?

Many mighty beings end up lonely, perhaps not wanting to become too entangled with the world.

But what sense does such cultivation make?

Han Muye raised his hand, and a black Puppet Fighter flew down in front of Daoist Dayan.

Before Daoist Dayan’s spirit phantom had a chance to speak, he was already poured into the Puppet Fighter.

The originally stiff Puppet Fighter’s body trembled, slowly flexing its limbs and bones.

The Puppet Fighter’s eyes opened, revealing a hint of joy.

“This is, this is——”

Daoist Dayan naturally recognized the Puppet Fighter.

It was just that he had never expected to have the opportunity to control such a Puppet Fighter.

Being an artifact spirit, he shouldn’t have been able to control Puppet Fighters at all.

Otherwise, Huang Zhihu would have given him one a long time ago.

Moreover, at this moment, Daoist Dayan clearly felt something different about this Puppet Fighter’s body.

This body seemed more agile, almost like a real one.

Han Muye tossed the Sword Pill forward, saying, “Give it a try.”

Daoist Dayan reached out to catch the Sword Pill, took a step and flew out with such speed that he collided directly with a Heavenly Demonic Beast.

The body of the Heavenly Demonic Beast was immediately crushed, followed by the instantaneous destruction of several nearby Heavenly Demonic Beasts.

Daoist Dayan paused, looked down at his own body, and then burst into a hearty laugh.

“Damn it all, your grandpa Dayan can also have such tough moments!”

“Come on, let’s see who’s tougher,”

Clutching his fists, Daoist Dayan charged into the horde of Heavenly Demonic Beasts.

Han Muye shook his head.

This guy has forgotten that he’s a master of the Sword Dao.

Daoist Dayan is the Sword Pill of Sword Master Yuan Tian, with extraordinary sword cultivation.

But it doesn’t matter, with the body of a Primordial Chaos Battle Puppet, Daoist Dayan can easily sweep away these Heavenly Demonic Beasts.

These creatures couldn’t even leave a mark on his black armor, let alone injure him.

Han Muye turned his head to look at the disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect around him.

He raised his hand and waved, and more than a thousand battle puppets clad in black armor descended.

They were at least Zenith Heaven grade.

“Finish the battle, then we’ll head back to Nine Mysteries City,” Han Muye whispered.

All the sword cultivators exchanged glances, surprise apparent on their faces, as they bowed deeply.

Brilliant sword lights rose, and the phantoms of battle puppets appeared.

Visibly, countless flashes of spiritual light moved, the power of qi and blood transforming into soaring generals’ phantoms.

When the Heavenly Demonic Beasts were startled by the vigorous power and began to retreat, it was already too late.

Sword lights crisscrossed, beginning to sweep through them.

The Daoist Dayan, who had had his fill of the fight, transformed his Sword Pill into a hundred-zhang-long sword and slashed rapidly.

All the surrounding Heavenly Demonic Beasts shattered, turning into Heavenly Beads.

In the distance, the cultivators from the Desolate Heaven Territory paled and fled rapidly.

They did not head towards the Desolate Heaven Territory.

Heading there, they feared they would not escape with their lives.

Han Muye looked around without making a move.

They were all mere ants; there was no need for him to act.

“Boom—”

The last Heavenly Demonic Beast was killed, and a Heavenly Pearl fell into Han Muye’s hands.

…

Half a day later, Han Muye sat upright in the grand hall of Nine Mysteries City.

The surroundings still resembled the hall on the Nine Mystic Mountain of the Western Frontier from before.

But Nine Mystic Mountain couldn’t compare to the current splendor and prominence of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

The disciples kneeling below the hall were those left behind, with low cultivation abilities, at most reaching the Heaven Immortal realm.

This was after the ascent of the Continent Domains, which raised the upper limit of cultivation.

“Master, there are currently 3.85 million sect disciples stationed in Nine Mysteries City,”

“Another 3.5 million-plus Nine Mystic Sword Sect disciples are in the Upper Realm.”

Daoist Dayan looked at Han Muye and said in a low voice, “Some disciples have also fallen.”

Cultivation naturally involves the risk of collapse.

Han Muye looked down below, his eyes flashing with a hint of brilliance.

“Whoosh—”

Han Muye waved his sleeve, and numerous Heavenly Beads fell down.

And also a number of battle puppets clad in black armor.

“From today onwards, the disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect will focus on enhancing their cultivation abilities.”

“Each person will control a battle puppet, and practice battle formations.”

“Daoist Dayan, take a team of disciples out, and unify the Desolate Heaven Territory in the shortest time possible.”

Only by unifying the Desolate Heaven Territory could they start annexing and elevating Continent Domains.

The ascent of Continent Domains would allow access to higher-grade Heavenly Beads.

The higher the grade of a Heavenly Bead, the more time and space rules it contained.

Such Heavenly Beads had larger significance.

Currently, Han Muye had the lowest-grade ninth-grade Heavenly Beads, which only rapidly enhanced cultivation abilities for those at or below the Heaven Immortal level.

“Rest assured, master,” Daoist Dayan bowed, then turned, “Junior Sister Yu Chan, find a thousand people to come with me.”

“This time Daoist Master will take you to luxuriate and traverse the world unopposed,” Daoist Dayan said arrogantly, slinging his arm over the shoulder of the female cultivator as he walked out of the grand hall.

The other disciples each took their share of Heavenly Beads and battle puppets clad in black armor, then went to cultivate.

Han Muye, on the other hand, raised his hand, and light arrays began to appear before him.

Across the arrays, a figure emerged.

“Master Han,”

On the other side was Qu Zhengjia, wearing a look of delight.

Han Muye, having left the Galaxy Universe, had already arranged with Qu Zhengjia to connect the trade between Cold Moon City and Tianxiang City through the Heavenly Mystery Space he controlled.

“These are Myriad Realms Heavenly Beads.”

Han Muye sent ten million Heavenly Beads into the light screen, his face carrying a trace of a smile.

Heavenly Beads were solid currency!

Even in the Divine Realm, a ninth-grade Heavenly Bead could fetch an extremely high price.