Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1367 Fighting Three Immortal Lords In Front of Dripping Blood Cliff (2)

The Dao Sect, which was originally the overlord of the Rainfall Immortal World, had split apart, causing a significant loss of power. In the future, they would definitely not be able to maintain control in the Fuyu Immortal Realm.

The entire Fuyu Immortal Realm's power would likely need to be reshuffled.

They hadn't taken action yet because all parties needed to focus on dealing with the forces from the Divine Realm.

Once Dripping Blood Cliff was stabilized, it would be the time to address the Dao Sect.

To Han Muye, the general situation of the Fuyu Immortal World actually had little to do with him.

However, as the ruler of the Immortal Burial City, he couldn't escape involvement in such major events.

Besides, he might even get a share of the spoils.

"Immortal Lords, rest assured. The Fuyu Immortal Realm is united, and we won't go too far," Han Muye said, not making any firm commitments.

Some things couldn't be resolved with mere words.

With his current influence in the Fuyu Immortal Realm, he hadn't earned the right to decide the overall direction.

Immortal Lord Wuchen nodded and sighed before turning to leave.

The encampment that Han Muye and the others had set up on Dripping Blood Cliff wasn't far from the main hall.

Standing in front of a crimson building, the world before Han Muye was drenched in red.

Inside his spiritual sword, the Immortal Slayer Sword, the intent to kill had condensed, and it was becoming impatient. Han Muye had to forcefully suppress it to keep it under control.

Otherwise, the Immortal Slayer Sword would have flown out to absorb the aura of slaughter.

As Han Muye's eyes sparkled, he noticed a strange power within the red malevolent energy.

When he examined it closely, it seemed to disappear.

What kind of power was this?

Concentrating and pondering for a moment, a change occurred within him

The Baxia bloodline emerged silently within his body.

This time, the world before his eyes exhibited a slight change.

It seemed like a golden thread had appeared in front of him.

Han Muye had seen this golden thread before.

The inheritance of the Heaven Ascension Immortal Sovereign!

Was this place also arranged by the Heaven Ascension Immortal Sovereign?

Back then, Immortal Lord Cang Yun had only mentioned that he had set up techniques in the Immortal Burial City and the Soul-Severing Valley.

Following the direction indicated by the golden thread, Han Muye walked forward.

Unknowingly, he had entered an area filled with scattered rocks and cliffs.

On the cliff, caves dozens of feet tall were dark and blood-red.

Entering one of the caves, the malevolent energy within was so dense that it seemed almost tangible.

These caves formed the foundation of the Dripping Blood Cliff's grand array.

Countless cultivators hid within, operating the array.

Han Muye walked deep into one of the caves, where he saw thousands of cultivators sitting around a blood-red altar.

Each one of them appeared withered, as if they could perish at any moment.

Above the altar, a golden blood droplet floated.

Seeing this blood droplet, a hint of astonishment appeared in Han Muye's eyes.

He finally understood why he had been guided here.

This drop of blood was clearly Baxia's blood!

It wasn't the arrangement of the Heaven Ascension Immortal Sovereign, but the guidance of his bloodline power.

When Han Muye arrived, the cultivators sitting in front of the altar also turned around.

"Kid, who are you, and what brings you here?" an old man with silvery hair asked in a voice as fragile as a candle in the wind.

Most of the cultivators stationed on Dripping Blood Cliff had been sent here as punishment.

They resided in these caves and had no contact with the outside world at all.

They were unaware of the rise of the Immortal Burial City and the emergence of Yunlan Sword Immortal.

"I'm Han Muye, a disciple of the Sword Sect."

Han Muye spoke, his gaze sweeping ahead. With a thought, he said again,"If we talk about connections, I'm vaguely related to the Murong family.""

Hearing him mention the Murong family, the elders in front of the altar stood up with excited expressions.

"The Murong clan?"

"How's the Murong family now?"

"Kid, whose descendant are you?"

Han Muye looked up at them. These old men appeared frail and on the verge of death.

Even though their cultivation was at the Heavenly Immortal Transformation stage, they no longer possessed the power they once had.

"Seniors, are you the ones from the Murong family who guard Dripping Blood Cliff?"

Han Muye clasped his hands and looked up. "The Murong family has now relocated to Yunlan City in the wasteland and is on the path to revival."

Wasteland?

Yunlan City?

The old men exchanged glances, all wearing puzzled expressions.

"The Wasteland?"

"The Daoist Faction still hasn't let my Murong Family off…"

An old man sighed softly.

The Wasteland was not a good place.

"Ah, friend Murong Zuo, let it go. The Dao Sect has always been like this. My Xue family also fell miserably," an old man in tattered clothes shook his head and spoke softly.

The other old men echoed his sentiments.

The Dao Sect's actions were not as brazen as those of the Sword Sect and the Blood Battle Sect, but once they acted, it was a relentless and continuous assault that left no room for recovery.

Their ruthlessness even surpassed other sects.

Many forces that offended the Dao Sect were unknowingly annihilated.

"Young friend, could you provide more details about what happened to our Murong family?" an old man with slightly disheveled hair and a pale complexion asked Han Muye.

Han Muye nodded and quietly recounted the Murong family's situation.

When the old men heard about how the family's powerful members had been stationed at Dripping Blood Cliff and how they had fallen victim to attacks from various parties, their faces turned red with anger.

Later, when various parties sought to exterminate the Murong family, who had already suffered losses, everyone clenched their fists.

They could empathize with that situation.

After all, which family hadn't experienced something similar?

The process of being wiped out by various forces was roughly the same for all of them.

"Yunlan City?"

"Yunlan Sword Immortal?"

"One person and one sword, protecting the Murong family and leaving the Dao Sect?"

"How is that possible?"

When Han Muye mentioned that the Murong family, under his protection, had left the Dao Sect and established themselves in Yunlan City, everyone found it hard to believe.

The old men of the Murong family also looked puzzled.

Fortunately, Han Muye had come prepared.

Before coming to Dripping Blood Cliff, he had met with members of the Murong family in Yunlan City, using their bloodline secret technique to memorize a lot of information.