Chapter 1494 - 1494 Who Can Turn the Tide? Give Me 10 Breaths! (2)
1494 Who Can Turn the Tide? Give Me 10 Breaths! (2)
As Han Muye walked forward, the divine beasts and exotic beasts all turned to look at him.
When these gazes landed, Han Muye felt as if his muscles, bones, and soul were about to explode.
How powerful were these divine beasts?
Why would such a powerful world collapse?
Moving forward, he could no longer think about these questions.
Because the power pressing down on his body was too strong, the suppression of his soul by those divine beasts made his mind start to waver.
“Little Golden Crow?”
“This is not where you come from. Go back.”
A voice echoed in his mind.
The voice was rich and powerful.
Han Muye raised his head, and a girl in a white robe, around 11 or 12 years old, stood a few steps away.
“Enlightenment Beast?”
From the bottom of his heart, Han Muye decided that this was an enlightened beast.
“It seems that you’re here for me.” The girl chuckled and transformed into a three-eyed cat-like creature with pure white fur.
The creature moved and landed on a hill, looking at Han Muye.
“If you can reach me, I can fulfill one of your wishes.”
There were about a hundred steps between it and Han Muye.
Each step seemed like an insurmountable gap.
In midair, the Golden Eagle looked up at the Enlightenment Beast.
The Enlightenment Beast also looked up at it.
This glance seemed to see through everything in the Golden Eagle’s heart.
The golden eagle trembled and subconsciously retreated.
Han Muye took a deep breath and took a step forward.
At this moment, it was as if he had really stepped into the Primordial World. The huge force of heaven and earth pressed down, causing his muscles and bones to shatter.
His soul trembled, and his primordial spirit that had turned into a sword seemed to be about to shatter.
If he took another step forward, his body would definitely shatter.
Standing where he was, Han Muye looked up at the surrounding void.
Why did this happen?
The Primordial World might be powerful, but it was impossible for it to be so powerful.
Not to mention that he had already refined his body to the limit in the cultivation world, but he had also cultivated to the ninth level of the Essence Spirit Realm in the Great Desolate Ruins Realm.
His bloodline power, the power of Baxia, and the dragon crocodile body were being refined.
This power was interconnected.
Even if he was in the true Primordial World, he should be able to survive safely.
There was something he hadn’t figured out.
Seeing Han Muye standing on the stone steps in deep thought, the third eye between the eyes of the Enlightenment Beast slowly opened, revealing a trace of green spiritual light.
“I remember now.”
Han Muye lowered his head and whispered, “Beyond the Primitive World of the Great Desolate is the Primordial World.”
“I’m not stepping into the illusory Primordial World now. I’m crossing the Great Desolate and entering the Primordial World directly.”
Looking up at the Enlightenment Beast, Han Muye smiled.
“Enlightenment Beast, auspicious beast.”
“They’re looking for you because you can take them to the Primordial.”
“Originally, the Primordial World and the Great Desolate were two eras that had long been isolated.
“But it’s different here. At the bottom of Heavenly Abyss, they’re just a distance apart.”
Below Heaven Abyss, the Primordial World was connected to the Great Desolate.
A folded world folded space.
The Enlightenment Beast controlled spatial power.
As Han Muye finished speaking, all the illusory images in front of him dissipated.
He took a step forward and appeared directly in front of the Enlightenment Beast.
Spatial power.
He had long controlled this power, but because the Heaven and Earth powers were too dense in the Great Desolate, he could not use it.
But these stone steps were not in the Great Desolate at all.
The Enlightenment Beast had opened up these stone steps with its own spatial power, leading to the path to the primordial chaos.
If it was not the Great Desolate Ruins Realm, then this spatial power could naturally be used.
He was now at the ninth level of the Essence Spirit Realm and was only a step away from the True Spirit Realm.
Looking at Han Muye in front of him, the three eyes of the Enlightenment Beast emitted a golden stream of light.
“Speak, you can make one request to me.”
The Enlightenment Beast moved and transformed back into the appearance of an 11 or 12-year-old girl.
Han Muye looked at the Enlightenment Beast and said softly, “Please, come with me.”
The Enlightenment Beast shrank back, looking down at its own body, giving Han Muye a disdainful glance, “You actually like this kind of thing.”
Han Muye was speechless.
What was the Enlightenment Beast thinking?
“On the Mystic Spirit Immortal Dynasty’s little princess’s birthday, I would like you to make a trip with me.”
Han Muye’s heart moved, and the words he spoke sounded much nicer.
Sure enough, upon hearing the birthday, the Enlightenment Beast soared into the air.
“Is there delicious food?
“Is it fun?”
“I’ve heard that there are all sorts of fun things in the human tribe.”
Flying and landing on Han Muye’s shoulder, the Enlightenment Beast suddenly stopped.
“No, I can’t leave.
“I want to guard Kunwu.”
It lowered its head and looked at Han Muye.
“How about this, I’ll leave Kunwu to you for protection, how about that?”
Before Han Muye could speak, it cried a few times, and a golden divine pattern fell on Han Muye’s neck.
Han Muye felt a mark appearing in his soul.
This mark seemed to be related to an illusory place.
“Alright, let’s go.”
The voice of the Enlightenment Beast sounded.
Han Muye didn’t hesitate about what use the mark the Enlightenment Beast gave him had. He raised his hand, and the long sword in his hand turned into golden light.
“Haha, that was fast.”
The voice of the Enlightenment Beast sounded excited.
The return journey was faster than when he came.
This speed surpassed even the full-speed flight of the Blue-Eyed Golden Eagle.
When Han Muye returned to the battlefield, Zuo Yu and the true spirit powerhouse of the Golden Crow tribe were almost exhausted.
The range of activity of the Golden Crow tribe was reduced to the last trace of space, and the human army formations were still pressing on.
Once the Golden Crow tribe collapsed, it would be the real harvest time.