1179 Senior’s Legacy, Clear Rain Sword (2)
However, he was not in a hurry.

This was the burial ground of a senior in the formation Dao. For Zhao Pingyu, this was a treasure land and a place of opportunity.

Zhao Pingyu disappeared here, indicating that he might have gained the recognition of the senior.

As for Han Muye, he didn’t value the inheritance of array formations too much.

He had mastered the Heavenly Cycle Sword Formation and was not interested in ordinary array formations.

He looked up and saw that the large formation had locked the space with the power of formations, appearing as a hall with a diameter of 10,000 feet, giving a sense of vast emptiness.

On both sides of the hall stood tall stone statues, each 100 feet tall and clad in golden armor.

These statues had round eyes and held large swords, resembling warriors ready for battle at any moment.

Han Muye walked forward slowly, observing the swirling clouds and fleeting immortal lights around.

With a lift of his hand, a small green jade sword fell into his palm.

This small sword was only an ordinary spiritual weapon with an immortal pattern engraved on it.

Han Muye held the sword, infused it with immortal aura, and immersed himself in the sword intent.

Various scenes appeared in his mind.

The Green Mystic Jade Sword formed a part of the Green Mystic Sword Formation.

100,000 swords could fuse into an immortal treasure sword that could kill immortals.

Unfortunately, this immortal treasure sword had already been shattered.

The reason for the shattering was—

Han Muye raised his head and looked at the stone statues slowly converging around him.

Using formations to break swords.

Countless years ago, two formidable formation experts fought here—one based on a stone statue formation, the other on a sword formation.

In the end, the sword formation was defeated.

So, was this hall meant to lead him, Han Muye, here?

Outside the hall, he had broken the formation with his sword.

“Boom!”

The 3,000 stone statues simultaneously unsheathed their swords, and the space within a radius of 10,000 feet turned into nothingness.

Endless streams of light shimmered, enveloping the entire space.

When Han Muye steadied himself, he found himself in a verdant wilderness.

Around him were endless mountains, lush grasslands, and extensive bamboo forests.

In the distance, blood qi surged, dominating the landscape.

“Kid, you have six hours to prepare. After six hours, if you can’t withstand the Tu Yuan’s army, you’ll turn to ashes.”

An old voice came from behind Han Muye.

He turned his head and saw a middle-aged Daoist in a green and white robe, carrying a green jade sword on his back.

The Daoist had an otherworldly demeanor, and sword qi surrounded him.

However, his figure seemed somewhat ethereal.

“Did you figure it out?” The old man smiled faintly as Han Muye’s gaze fell on him. “In the battle against Tu Tianzhen back then, I was ultimately defeated by his Tu Yuan Formation.

“However, he’s not much better. His cultivation has dissipated, leaving only his soul to fuse with the battle formation.

“I am Xu Mingjian, holding the Clear Rain Sword in my hand, adept in the way of sword formations.
“Sigh, I’m afraid there aren’t many juniors who can remember me…” The elder muttered and shook his head gently.

“Sword Immortal Clear Rain, one of the Hall Masters of the Xuntian Hall, renowned for sword formations. Who in my Xuntian Hall wouldn’t know the name of the senior?” Han Muye spoke softly.

His words made the old man tremble all over, and he stared at Han Muye intensely.

“Clang—”

The green jade sword was unsheathed and split into three, thrusting towards Han Muye’s chest.

The sword light flashed and, with just a movement, it was within three feet of Han Muye.

Within three feet of a sword cultivator was their final line of defense.

If the sword light penetrated within three feet, it indicated a vast difference in cultivation and combat power, making it impossible to resist.

A tinge of disappointment appeared on Xu Mingjian’s face. He was about to retrieve his sword but suddenly widened his eyes.

Han Muye had lifted his right hand, his index and middle fingers close together. A slow, green sword light emerged from his fingertips.

The motion was incredibly slow.

So slow that Xu Mingjian was getting anxious for him.

Yet, it was this leisurely sword that landed on the three sword shadows, shattering them instantly.

“Three consecutive strikes with one sword?

“Good move!”

“Great technique!” Xu Mingjian’s face showed delight as he stared at Han Muye. “Whose legacy do you carry?”

Han Muye didn’t speak. With a flip of his palm, the sword tip on his fingertip flicked and flew out.

He pointed with his finger, and sword light flashed continuously like a meteor, instantly locking the space around Xu Mingjian.

“Falling Snow, Clear Breeze, Soul Break, God Annihilation… You’re the inheritor of Senior Brother Guan?” Xu Mingjian drew his sword, blocking several sword lights, then looked at Han Muye.

“Has Senior Brother Guan broken through to the Immortal Lord Realm?”

Immortal Lord?

Han Muye shook his head.

Guan Dongyun’s combat strength might be comparable to a Golden Immortal, but his cultivation was far from sufficient.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have perished in the mortal world.

“He has fallen.”

Han Muye said softly.

These words made Xu Mingjian’s body tremble, and a trace of sorrow flashed in his eyes.

“Senior Brother, he’s fallen…”

“He, he was the one in our Xuntian Hall with the greatest potential to become an Immortal Lord.”

Perhaps because the news was too shocking, Xu Mingjian was momentarily distracted.

But in the blink of an eye, he regained his clarity.

“We can discuss this later. You’ve broken Tu Tianzhen’s army formation and triggered his Tu Yuan battle formation. If you can’t withstand it, you’re bound to die.”

Xu Mingjian’s gaze shifted into the distance as he murmured, “Over the tens of thousands of years, many sword cultivators have fallen within this formation, and not one has left alive.”

A trace of gloom flashed across his face.

“The power of the sword formation might really be inferior to the Dao Soldier Array.”

At this point, he took off the sword behind him, raised his hand, and guided it to land in front of Han Muye.

“This sword is my Clear Rain Sword, an Immortal Treasure Sword. It’s just that it lacks nourishment and its combat strength is much weaker.”

“Use this sword to set up an array and mobilize the Heaven and Earth powers to resist the Tu Yuan Battle Formation with all your might.”

Taking a deep breath, Xu Mingjian’s eyes lit up.