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As soon as he finished speaking, before Han Muye could speak, his figure had already dissipated, turning into countless green sword lights.

These sword lights flashed and transformed into layers of space in the void.

In every illusory space, there was a sword phantom.

Who knew how many swords there were in this layer of space?

Han Muye raised his hand and held the Clear Rain Sword in front of him.

With his hand on the hilt, green immortal light poured in, and a faint sword intent surged in.

After all, it was an immortal treasure with an owner. It was not suitable to refine it directly, but it was fine to search some memories, right?

As the memory flashed, Han Muye smiled.

Fortunately, he had taken a second look.

There were many things that might not be true.

Only this sword would not lie to him.

“There are still six hours. It’s indeed not enough.” Han Muye turned to look at the space around him and muttered softly.

Slowly closing his eyes, a faint sword light emitted from his body.

These sword lights gathered and gently fluttered, brushing across the endless grassland.

Six hours passed in an instant.

Along with the roar, the army of red cavalry and black armor on the distant hill surged over like a tide.

Blood Qi filled the sky, blocking the sky.

The dense blood light collided with the green immortal light, stirring up a dazzling cold light that was like a meteor.

Xu Mingjian’s sword formation had already clashed with the opponent’s Tu Yuan Battle Formation.

The sword formation turned into a light screen, blocking the surging cavalry.

“Boom!”

The war cavalry was like a landslide and a tsunami, pressing forward.

Nothing could stop this cavalry, be it sword light or sword formation.

The vast army advanced rapidly.

Pieces of grass and wasteland were trampled, and the forest was covered, turning into a faint yellow.

“Boom!”

An explosion sounded, and the light screen blocking the military formation in front of them collapsed.

Defeated.

“Kid, it’s up to you.”

Xu Mingjian’s voice sounded, and then all the sword lights exploded, landing in the bamboo forest behind him.

In an instant, the bamboo leaves in the bamboo forest turned into endless green sword lights and floated in the air.

On the other side, the army gathered and also stopped in front of Han Muye.

The pale yellow aura of the battle formation was clearly different from the green immortal light sword qi.

Han Muye stood in the middle, as if giving him a chance to choose.

“Hehe, arrays, sword arrays.”

Han Muye smiled and looked at the Clear Rain Sword in his hand.

“Senior, if it weren’t for the fact that I know the secrets of the Xuntian Hall and know that there was a commotion in the Xuntian Hall back then, and that the Clear Rain Sword, Xu Mingjian, has another identity—” Han Muye smiled and let go of the hilt.

The Clear Rain Sword vibrated and turned into bamboo leaves.

“What do you know?” Xu Mingjian’s voice sounded.

“Of course I know. Xu Mingjian was Tu Tianzhen to begin with. It’s just the difference between his main body and his clone, between a sword spirit and a formation spirit.” Han Muye’s voice came softly, but it shook the entire world.

Han Muye knew more.

From the Clear Rain Sword, he knew that Xu Mingjian was an array formation expert from another immortal world.

After he came to the Fuyu Immortal Realm, he concealed his identity and cultivated the Sword Dao again. In the end, he became a disciple of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect and became a member of the Xuntian Hall.

However, from the beginning to the end, he had been choosing between Sword Dao and Array Dao.

The Tu Yuan Battle Formation was extremely powerful and its combat strength was monstrous.

However, this battle formation was defeated by the Sword Dao in the original Immortal World. The entire sect was destroyed, leaving him alone to escape.

He wanted to learn the sword and take revenge with the power of the sword formation.

But in the end, the sword path he cultivated could not block his array formations.

Therefore, he was at a loss.

The clash of the two forces caused him to fall into a trance.

Of course, that was not the reason why he died here.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance.

Tu Tianzhen had died here because he had participated in the battle against two mighty figures above the Golden Immortal realm.

The Mystic Spirit Sword Sect’s Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, Zhu Ming, had come to assassinate Immortal Lord Cang Yun, who was in seclusion.

Due to the formidable power of the Formation Dao, Tu Tianzhen was invited to join the fight by Zhù Míng. In return, Zhù Míng promised great rewards if they succeeded.

Killing an Immortal Lord, for Tu Tianzhen, was an opportunity worth risking.

In the end, Immortal Lord Cang Yun and Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Zhu Ming perished together. Tu Tianzhen was implicated, retreating from the Bitter Immortal Realm, and ultimately succumbing to fatal injuries.

But before his fall, he had laid many plans to leave behind his legacy.

Unfortunately, his struggle between the Formation Dao and the Sword Dao had left his soul in turmoil, divided into two.

“Sword spirit, formation spirit…” Xu Mingjian whispered softly.

On the other side, on the vast battle formation, a figure in a light yellow robe appeared and stood in the air.

“Then tell me, is the array formation stronger or the Sword Dao stronger?”

The figure in pale yellow robes shouted loudly, and atop the war formation, all the cavalry let out a low roar in unison, stirring the aura of bloody evil and surging it forward, pressing down mightily.

“Tell me, is the array formation stronger or the Sword Dao stronger?” Behind Han Muye, the green bamboo leaves transformed into green jade swords, all pointing at him.

Which was stronger, the array formation or the Sword Dao?

Until his fall, Tu Tianzhen hadn’t been able to figure it out.

To admit that Formation Dao was stronger meant all his persistence had been in vain, as his Formation Dao was defeated by the Sword Dao.

To admit that Sword Dao was stronger meant his cultivated Sword Dao was evidently weaker than his own Formation Dao.

“Actually, in cultivation, there’s no inherent hierarchy of strength.” Han Muye shook his head, his gaze turning to the figure in pale yellow robes on the distant war formation.

“Clang—”

A sword cry resounded through the world!

A sword!

It was not Xu Mingjian’s Clear Rain Sword, nor was it the tens of thousands of bamboo leaves, but grass.

Countless blades of grass shot up, forming countless half-foot-long swords, soft and light in their emerald green.

With a raise of Han Muye’s hand, these half-foot-long swords converged into a massive sword reaching tens of thousands of feet high. Its brilliance flashed, and golden celestial patterns shimmered on its surface, lively and elusive.