Chapter 2299: 1055, Myriad Spirit Divine Abyss, Land of Truth
Chapter 2299: 1055, Myriad Spirit Divine Abyss, Land of Truth
Thousands of years to a creator were but a fleeting moment.
Han Muye used these thousands of years to solidify his cultivation abilities and concentrate his sword power.
For him, the enhancement of his cultivation and combat strength could no longer be resolved by time.
However, for people close to him like Sister Mu Wan and Huang Six, who had been with him since the Desolate Wilderness, he could help enhance their cultivation and combat strength.
Even for Sister Mu Wan, who was not adept in cultivation or combat, Han Muye used the life force of the Creator Level to raise her cultivation to the Pinnacle of Voidbreak, on the verge of entering the Divine Realm.
This was the limit of a creator’s power.
To break the illusions and step into the Divine Realm was a path that each deity had to find on their own, and not something others could assist with.
Just as the path Han Muye had to tread was not one where others could lend aid.
In fact, from the moment he severed his ties with the Desolate Wilderness, everyone understood that Han Muye, having become a creator, could never return to being the Brother Han or Senior Brother Han they once knew.
When Han Muye announced he was stepping into the Myriad Spirit Divine Abyss, for the first time, Huang Zhihu did not speak up about following him.
Xiang Lingshuang and a group of other sword cultivators also remained silent.
“Brother, take care,”
Sister Mu Wan said gently, her expression calm.
Having cultivated to their realm, near immortal, their ultimate aspiration was inevitably the Eternal Realm.
If they did not collapse, others would eventually seek the Eternal Heaven one day.
If they collapsed or their cultivation could no longer advance, then they no longer had the qualification to walk with Han Muye.
“Senior Brother Han, take care.”
“Foster father, take care.”
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The Myriad Spirit Divine Abyss.
It was claimed to be a place where even deities could easily perish.
Descending continuously into the void, one must sink into the abyssal depths before seeing a murky black crack.
Above this crack, all origin forces were imprisoned, as if devoured.
For millions of miles along the crack, there was no sign of any creature, not even a single stone.
No beings, no forces could persist above this Divine Abyss.
A green wooden boat was stationed at the edge of the Divine Abyss.
Eighteen figures of various forms stepped off the boat.
“I’ve been to this Divine Abyss twice. The first time was at the Peak of the Divine Realm, where I was stopped by a Myriad Spirit Black Tiger Demon and almost lost my life inside,” said an elder in black armor.
“The second time I was already a creator, attempting to step into the Eternal Heaven, only to be chased by a Heaven-Devouring Divine Beast, returning in disgrace.”
The elder’s face showed a bitter smile as he raised his hand, a blue-gray aura circulating on his arm.
A Chronic wound, the invasion of the Power of Death.
For a creator-level power, this was not considered a severe injury, but this creator had always kept it as a reminder of the past.
“Myriad Spirit Heavenly Beast, Heaven-Devouring Divine Beast, and the Divine Heavenly Holy Beast, the Myriad Spirit Divine Abyss should be formed from the dissipating power of the Eternal Heaven, otherwise, such formidable divine beasts could not possibly exist,” spoke another figure, a green-robed Daoist whose eyes emitted brilliant light.
All eighteen were creator-level powerhouses, each a pinnacle of cultivation in their own right.
Even so, even at the creator level, they could not claim to move unhindered within the Divine Abyss.
The species within the Divine Abyss were different from other places, having an incredibly high tolerance to the power of life and death, and moreover, the Divine Abyss suppressed the Origin Force, suppressing the power of life and death.
Here, a creator could only exert a little more power than those in the Divine Realm.
This was one reason why creators, unless absolutely necessary, were reluctant to set foot in the Divine Abyss.
They would rather send deities to this place than come themselves.
“Everyone, the Eternal Gate is at the bottom of the Divine Abyss. No matter who reaches it first, communicate there, anchor the location,”
As divine lights scattered from his hand, Han Muye looked towards the others, “The Primordial Creator should soon be unable to suppress the God-Ending invasion; it’s best if you don’t engage with him.”
“To be able to have Nine Skyslaying Holy Dragons pull his casket cart, his status must be no small matter.”
The group of creators nodded at each other, stepped off the wooden boat, and plummeted towards the Divine Abyss below.
Han Muye glanced back at the brilliant world behind him, took a deep breath, and without hesitation, stepped straight into the Divine Abyss.
He was pursuing the boundless eternity!
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His body plummeted, and Han Muye could feel the weight of billions of layers of heaven and earth pressing down upon him.
If not in the Divine Realm, entering the Divine Abyss would crush him instantly under this force.
As he sank deeper, the origin power around him also began to dissipate.
That meant, at the bottom of the Divine Abyss, fighting with origin power was depleting one’s own cultivation abilities.
No God or Creator in the Divine Realm was willing to diminish their cultivation abilities here.
“Space?”
Continuing to descend, Han Muye whispered to himself.
After the origin power dissipated, he felt the spatial power around him change.
“No, it’s dimensions!”
Han Muye’s eyes shone with a dazzling Flowing Light.
The dimensions here were slightly different from the void before.
The Divine Abyss is indeed a higher level of dimension slightly overlapping with this one through a tiny crack!
The existence of this crack was likely due to the collapse of the Eternal Heaven.
“Upper dimension, the real world, the Land of Eternity…”
The divine light in Han Muye’s eyes could no longer be concealed.
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After an unknown amount of time, his feet touched a solid surface.
Gazing into the dim surroundings, Han Muye took a deep breath, gripped his three-foot-long sword, and slowly moved forward.
In the boundless Myriad Spirit Divine Abyss, the solitude of this world was more terrifying than imagined.
The dissipation of origin power and the oppression of the power of life and death forced all beings to rely solely on instinct to move forward.
At this moment, Han Muye held an ancient three-foot-long sword, with its sword body exuding a faint glow that illuminated the surrounding heaven and earth.
His gaze was as deep as the sea, staring into the unknown abyss ahead.
“Roar—”
A roar sent a shudder through him, bringing a smile of joy to his face.
With a bitter smile, he shook his head. When had the roar of a mutated beast become comforting to him?
With a swift movement, Han Muye, holding his sword, already crossed thousands of feet.
Ahead, a huge beast covered in tough scales, with eyes flickering with cunning and cruelty, lay prostrate.
“Candle Shade?”
Han Muye whispered.
This was a beast within the Divine Abyss, not too powerful but extremely ferocious and full of malice towards intruders.
Seeing Han Muye, the Candle Shade beast opened its maw wide, releasing a foul stench as if challenging Han Muye’s limits.
Han Muye’s eyes narrowed slightly, sensing the threat from the Candle Shade, but he did not back down.
Just a mutated beast, after all.
He smiled faintly, and the sword in his hand instantly burst into a brilliant light, transforming into a Flowing Light that slashed at the Candle Shade.
The sword Qi was vast, tearing through the void, easily slicing open the Candle Shade’s scales, and blood splattered everywhere.
Outside the Divine Abyss, this sword could directly shatter an entire Plane.
But at that moment, the power of the sword was suppressed to the limit, and it did not slay the Candle Shade.
The Candle Shade, nearly split open by the sword, let out a piercing roar, its scales exploding suddenly, turning into countless sharp fragments flying toward Han Muye.
Han Muye moved agilely, while also swinging his sword like rain, the sword light flickering, shattering those scale fragments one by one.
In this moment, he seemed to return to his days as a young sword cultivator, each sword strike filled with devotion.
“Boom—”
A golden tail fell from the sky.
Han Muye stepped back, and the body of the Candle Shade was smashed into a pulp.
“A divine beast…”
Han Muye looked up, pointing his sword forward.