518 Han Muye Enters the Imperial City
The fist collided with the long sword. The huge force shook and then turned into thousands of vibrations.
Every time the sword vibrated, its power would decrease a little.
Han Muye’s eyes shone coldly.
What Deity King? His Sword Dao cultivation is only so-so!
Attaining the Dao through incense and leaving their dojo, their combat strength would be inferior to that of Confucian cultivators.
Moreover, these so-called Deity Kings did not cultivate their own temperaments.
Of the 18 Deity Kings, only five of them were truly powerful.
The others were just for show.
“Boom!”
The sword shattered, and Han Muye took a step back.
“Divine Dao methods are nothing much,” Han Muye shouted coldly, his battle intent surging like a tide.
Now, with the power of the divine beast, Baxia, his body could carry an entire world. This powerhouse from the No Resentment Realm could not take him down!
Deity King Huyuan looked terrified. He gritted his teeth and looked at the broken sword in his hand.
The body of a divine beast was absolutely powerful!
“Deity King, this kid is too arrogant. Let’s attack together.” Beside him, an old man with a black beard shouted.
The others nodded.
Deity King Huyuan raised his hand and was about to gather everyone’s strength to fight when his expression suddenly changed.
He turned his head and looked into the distance.
From the other side, a blood-colored stream of light rushed over.
It wasn’t just from one side. In the void, endless blood-colored streams of light surged over.
Encirclement!
“It’s the Red Flame Army!”
“Let’s go!”
A few of them exclaimed. Then, without hesitation, they turned around and left.
Han Muye stood where he was and stretched his body regretfully.
Although the battle earlier was just a warm-up, it made his muscles and bones feel much more relaxed.
In the Heavenly Mystic World, there weren’t many people who could allow him to exercise his muscles and bones without being afraid of breaking the other party.
What a pity…
If he could fight for a while longer, his speed of refining the divine beast’s body would definitely be faster.
His fingers moved slightly, and he felt much more agile.
Glancing at the Red Flame Army that was sweeping over, Han Muye also turned around and flew towards the Heavenly Mystic World.
He also did not want to meet the Red Flame Army in the void.
Marquis Chongwu was a true expert who could suppress the myriad worlds.
“Good kid, you became so strong so quickly.” A moment after Han Muye left, a figure flew down.
He was wearing armor that was covered in divine patterns. His long beard reached his chest, and his face was simple. His battle intent soared.
“Marquis Wu, those fleeing false gods of No Resentment Realm have been surrounded,” a general reported.
Martial Marquis Wu.
Heavenly Mystic World, Marquis Chongwu.
Hearing the report, Marquis Chongwu laughed. He turned into a stream of light and rushed into the depths of the void.
“Kid, I’ll wait for you in the No Resentment Realm.”
His voice pierced through the void and sounded in Han Muye’s ears.
No Resentment Realm?
It seemed that the No Resentment Realm was really powerful. That was why Marquis Chongwu invited him.
If there was a chance, he would go and take a look.
The pursuit in the void seemed to last for a short time. But by the time Han Muye returned to the Heavenly Mystic World, 10 days had passed.
This was the reason why many great cultivators who cultivated outside the realm unknowingly spent countless years doing so.
In 10 days, the situation in the Central Continent had changed again.
At the Guan Estuary, a mysterious Great Confucian conferred deity titles with a single statement.
In the eight counties southeast of the Central Continent, there were 3,000 orthodox deities and 100,000 minor deities. They suppressed thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
The People’s Will might be divided by the Divine Dao, but the Heavenly Mystic’s momentum was stable. The Divine Dao and Confucian Dao combined, and the power of heaven and earth increased by another level.
99% of those who became deities were Confucianists.
Through the method of achieving Dao through incense in the eight counties in Dongnan, they replaced the previous Daoist sects and became an orthodox Daoist sect.
The Fuchen Dao Sect and the Daoist sects under them guarded the mountain gate and did not dare to make a move.
The commander of the three counties, Lu Yang, had killed hundreds of cultivators with a single sword strike. Among them, there were several Heaven Realm experts.
Several Daoist sect experts were slaughtered and their sects collapsed.
The Sweeping Cloud Sect, which had once suppressed the Flowing Jade River, was directly uprooted. The sect’s base became the training ground for True Lord Xiansheng.
In Dongshan County, Lu Chen was also a ruthless person.
Using the several powerful demons suppressed by Dongshan County as a guide, he activated the power of the Confucian Golden Seal and broke the siege of the three Out of Body Realm cultivators in one go.
The three Out of Body Nascent Souls were suppressed by him at the estuary of Dongshan County and the Eastern Sea.
Although the investiture battle at the Guan Estuary that shook the Heavenly Mystic was short, its impact was extremely far-reaching.
The might of the Confucian Dao made those forces hiding in the Central Continent tremble in fear.
With the help of the Heavenly Dao, the Central Continent was solid and unchanging.
Han Muye did not care about the commotion.
He went up the river and saw that the people were enjoying peace and the water situation was stable.
The village by the river was originally filled with scholars and the People’s Will. Now, there was incense as well.
As the saying went, when in doubt, ask the ghosts and gods.
To mortals, there were too many things in the world that they were powerless to deal with. It was not a bad thing to entrust the power of faith to the world and seek the help of the orthodox deities of the mountains and rivers.
He went upstream and landed in Beihe County.
He traveled another 10,000 miles, his purple People’s Will turning the sky in the distance golden-purple.
Even at night, the brilliance of the starry sky couldn’t compare to the golden purple color.
Imperial City.
Gold and purple colors illuminated the 30,000-mile void, and tomes of poems and books shook the clouds.
The capital of Confucianism.
Along the way, from Beihe County to the Imperial City, one could see Confucianists in long robes walking alone or in groups of three to five.
Some of them carried large book boxes on their backs and walked forward silently. Some of them had swords hanging from their waists and wore long robes with large sleeves. They looked elegant and carefree.
Along the way, at scenic spots, one could see stone tablets engraved with poems.
Along the way, Confucianists could be found everywhere, holding folding fans and making merry.
The culture of the world was flourishing.
Han Muye was wearing a light green robe with small sleeves.
