Chapter 1372: Primordial Dragon Crocodile, Three Flowers Gathered (4)

Translator: Atlas Studios       Editor: Atlas Studios

The sword radiance spun like a wheel.

Since he had entered this place, it didn’t matter whether it was the real Primordial Era or a fake one; a battle was imminent!

A sword, a killing weapon.

The sword light was cold and sharp. With a light spin, it pierced the black panther’s body.

Although the Primordial Era’s exotic beasts were formidable, they were not invincible.

These mighty creatures had varying characteristics. Some were extremely fast but lacked defense, while others possessed immense strength but lacked the necessary speed.

Some were massive but moved slowly, and some were ferociously powerful but couldn’t hide their presence.

The aura of bloodthirst on Han Muye’s sword grew increasingly intense.

Behind him, a faint blood-colored phantom appeared.

Hundreds of golden blood beads had already gathered in his hand.

After slaying countless mountains and hills, a thatched pavilion appeared before him.

“Not bad, your swordsmanship has some commendable qualities.”

Inside the pavilion, an old man in coarse robes looked at Han Muye.

He extended his hand and said lightly, “Hand over the Myriad Beast Blood Beads you’ve collected; consider it completing your task.”

Myriad Beast Blood Beads?

Completing the task?

Han Muye raised his head to look at the old man.

The old man didn’t exhibit any aura.

Was it because he couldn’t see through it, or…

“Item Spirit, Artifact Spirit, no, array spirit.” Han Muye looked at the old man in surprise.

The old man didn’t seem to expect that Han Muye would see through him. He paused for a moment and then smiled.

“Interesting, it seems you didn’t come here on your own but were lured by them.”

Looking up at the sky, the old man spoke softly, “Do you know where this place

Han Muye shook his head.

“This is the place where the ancient Primordial Dragon Crocodile was suppressed.” The old man’s face revealed a trace of nostalgia, and his eyes revealed a trace of spirit.

“Even the most powerful demon in the world was suppressed here.”

“Anyone who comes here will be killed.” The old man turned to look at Han Muye.

He raised his hand, and a golden light descended, smashing down on Han Muye’s head.

This golden light was incredibly robust, immobilizing Han Muye’s body.

Was this the power of a great array?

Han Muye stood still in place, allowing the golden light to swirl above his head and transform into a golden lotus.

“Not bad, you remain composed in the face of adversity.”

The old man said with a light laugh as he watched the golden lotus.

“Your cultivation has reached the pinnacle of an Immortal, and now, I bestow upon you this golden lotus. If you don’t break through now, when will you?” he said.

With these words, Han Muye’s vitality and strength surged uncontrollably, converging and merging with the golden lotus above his head.

“Boom—I’

His spirit seemed to leave his body, watching as the golden lights intertwined on his body, turning into divine lights.

The fusion of physical and spiritual strength allowed him to break through the final barrier, transforming into a magnificent pillar of light.

Layers of golden divinity gathered and merged with the immortal aura, flowing through his body like a river.

A golden divine light enveloped his body.

He had finally broken through the realm of cultivation to become a Golden Immortal, someone who shared the same lifespan as the heavens and the earth, indestructible by calamities!

Golden Immortal Realm!

But it was not achieved through the cultivation of immortal energy; instead, it was by harnessing the light of a golden lotus, turning it into divinity.

Merging with divinity, Han Muye suddenly had an epiphany.

Golden Immortals above the Heaven Immortal Realm should have divinity within.

Most of the Golden Immortals in the immortal realm lacked the ability to refine divinity, and they didn’t possess the divine lotus.

The golden lotus on his head was the convergence of divinity.

His immortal energy surged, interweaving with divinity to create a violet hue.

“The current cultivation method no longer requires the gathering of a golden lotus or the infusion of three flowers and five elements… “Those cultivation methods are not paths to longevity.” The old man looked at Han Muye and spoke softly.

Not paths to longevity.

It didn’t mean an inability to live long but rather an inability to survive through the ordeal of calamity!

Han Muye could feel that his aura had been concealed by the golden lotus, making it difficult for others to detect.

He recalled a legend.

Or rather, something he had seen in the memories of an item that could traverse calamities.

An ancient mighty figure used the price of the three flowers on his head to transcend the calamity.

The three flowers could be gathered again as long as one was alive.

These three flowers were the way to cross the calamity!

Or, in other words, in ancient times, great cultivators used this method to transcend calamities.

This method involved redistributing the energy obtained from one calamity, turning it into nothingness, and returning to the cycle of reincarnation, reliving the calamity.

This was an ancient cultivation technique!

With the golden lotus on top, he could safely cross the calamity.

“Thank you, Senior.”

Han Muye bowed to the old man.

This was an extremely precious legacy.

The old man waved his hand and chuckled. “Do you know why I taught you the cultivation method of Golden Lotus Summit?”

He looked at Han Muye and said in a low voice, “There’s a familiar aura about you..”