1227 Immortal Burial City (7)
Han Muye smiled.

Indeed, he was a senior of the sword Dao, providing guidance to the juniors.

The power of this sword was actually comparable to half a year of Han Muye’s own accumulation…

…

The sword of the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal immediately made Han Muye and the other reinforcements the focus of the Immortal Burial City.

Apart from the large army fighting in the front, discussions were happening everywhere else.

To be able to withstand a strike from the Spirit Sword Immortal, one couldn’t help but wonder how long they would survive in the Immortal Burial City?

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After walking into the Immortal Burial City, Han Muye and the elites of the Sword Sect behind him finally understood why this place was called the Immortal Burial City.

The city was full of mottled colors, and the walls were covered with green stone slabs.

On these green stone slabs, names and surnames were engraved.

“The names left on these stone walls are the names of the Immortal Realm cultivators who have stationed here in the Fuyu Immortal World who have been stationed here for countless years since the establishment of the Immortal Burial City for countless years.

“Among these names, 99% of them left their lives in the Immortal Burial City.”

99% of the people left their lives in the Immortal Burial City!

Just this statement alone caused the expressions of many people behind Han Muye to change.

99% meant that out of the 2,400 plus of them, perhaps only a dozen or so would be able to leave here alive.

The Daoist leading Han Muye’s group into the city had a slight smile on his face as he pointed forward and said, “Because of these names, whether they are exotic beasts or powerful beings from the divine realm, none have broken through this place and stepped into the Fuyu Immortal World.

“Carve your own names on the city wall.

“This may be the only thing you can leave behind in this city.”

After a pause, he said softly, “It’s also your honor.”

It was an honor to be able to carve one’s name on the stone wall of the Immortal Burial City.

At the very least, it was recognition for those who had come to this place.

Han Muye stepped forward, his gaze fixed on the inscriptions on the wall.

“Fuyu Immortal Calendar Year 35,000,000, Cloud Crane Dao Sect, Zhu Guangshou.

“Fuyu Immortal Calendar Year 45,860, Blood Battle Sect, Lin Tong.

“Fuyu Immortal Calendar Year 55,341, Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, Jin Hao.”

…

He raised his hand and placed his palm on the names.

The mottled marks on those names exuded a sense of weightiness.

This was honor.

Leaving one’s name in the Immortal Burial City was an honor.

Leaving one’s life in the Immortal Burial City was an honor.

A green sword light appeared on his fingertip, and a line of words was left on the wall.

“Fuyu Immortal Calendar, 64,361 years, Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, Han Muye.”

Behind him, the elites of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect stepped forward and carved their names on the stone wall.

Mystic Spirit Sword Sect’s Su Jian.

Mystic Spirit Sword Sect’s Bai Tu.

Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, Chen Sishui.

Mystic Spirit Sword Sect’s Yu Shuling.

Mystic Spirit Sword Sect’s Ku Xu.

…

Zhao Chen hesitantly walked forward and leaned against Han Muye. “Brother, um, should I leave my name on this stone wall?”

“Up to you,” Han Muye said calmly as he retracted his arm.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Chen retracted his body. “Forget it, I’m here to do business.”

The Daoist who led them into the city did not mind. He led them forward and explained.

“The Immortal Burial City should actually be called God Burial City.

“We call it that ourselves, but it’s not to be spread outside.

A touch of pride could be heard in the Daoist’s voice, “This city was built to resist those occasional intruders from the divine realm.

“This is where they’re buried.”

The entire Immortal Burial City was massive, occupying more land than a province; it was more like a gathering place for a huge army than a city.

The three billion living beings of the Fuyu Immortal World formed military formations and lived in this large city. They offered their strength to provide the source of the defensive array formation for the city.

As for this source, it needed to be hunted and seized.

The Daoist named Wu Ji spoke of the origin. He raised his hand, and a ball of golden divinity flickered in his palm.

“This is it.”

Divine Source Qi.

Half of the Immortal Burial City was built within the crack of the Heavenly Cycle Divine World, so it could absorb divine power.

Zhao Chen looked at this divine power, his eyes shining.

If this thing was transported to the Fuyu Immortal World, it would be priceless.

Even a tiny bit of it would trigger fierce competition from various sides.

Although they continued forward for thousands of miles, the cityscape remained endless, but signs of desolation were already apparent.
Only a small portion of the living beings in the Immortal Burial City were cultivators from various sects who came to support the defense.

Many of the powerful beings chose to stay within the city and pass on their legacies.

Many experts from all sides chose to stay in the city and inherit it.

According to Daoist Wu Ji, many experts who had once guarded the Immortal Burial City and left later would choose to die here when their cultivation path was severed.

This was also one of the origins of the name of the Immortal Burial City in the Fuyu Immortal Realm.

“Who can let go of a place that has spilled blood?” Wu Ji looked ahead and sighed softly.

Streams of light could already be seen in the sky ahead.

In the sky, divine light and immortal light rumbled.

Over there was the battlefield.

One could see rays of divine light that cleaved through heaven and earth, seeming to shatter the Immortal Burial City.

Seeing the radiant half of the sky, many people’s bodies emitted a faint sword light.

However, Han Muye’s group didn’t rush to the frontlines immediately.

As Wu Ji had said, they still had 10 days to prepare.

“The battle is dangerous. Take care.” Before Daoist Wu Ji left, he cupped his hands with a grave expression.

Dangerous.

After today, how many of these 2,000 people would still be alive?

With Daoist Wu Ji’s departure, Han Muye’s group of Sword Sect reinforcements were left stranded here, stranded.

Even though each of them was a powerful sword immortal and an elite of the Sword Sect, in the eyes of the powerful beings here, they were nothing more than cannon fodder sent to their deaths.