久久99九九99九九精品久精

And Sun Wuju, whose identity was once that of the God-Slaying Puppet Fighters.

All of them had cultivated at the Heavenly Tang Sword Pool where Han Muye lived.

Back then, Luo Kun regarded Sun Wuju as his only brother. Today, the Puppet Fighter is a Half-Step Overlord. It’s unknown to what extent Luo Kun’s cultivation abilities have reached.

As for Xu Jue, he was just a young fellow obsessed with refining weapons, determined to become a divine craftsman.

Looking at the Tiger Spirit Ruins Realm before him, a trace of nostalgia appeared on Han Muye’s face.

Sister Mu Wan at his side stretched out her hand and held his arm.

For so many years, she quietly stayed behind Han Muye, ensuring he had no concerns, yet she was also missing from Han Muye’s life.

Unintentionally, she could only become a spectator of those wonderful or perilous events.

“Senior Brother, do you still remember the little medicine shop in the Heavenly Mystic Imperial City?” Sister Mu Wan asked, looking up at Han Muye, her eyes shining brightly.

Alchemy Destiny Pavilion.

Zuo Lin, Zuo Yulong, Zuo Yuting, and nearby Shao Datian and Cuicui.

Grandmaster Baili, Qin Suyang, and those neighbors, the great Confucians of the Imperial City Academy…

Han Muye looked at Mu Wan and nodded.

After stepping out of the Profound Heaven, he battled his way through, encountering countless powerhouses and experiencing endless events until he reached the peak of the mortal world.

But Mu Wan did not.

What Mu Wan cherished in her heart was always the small Alchemy Destiny Pavilion.

That was her most beautiful memory throughout these years.

How many people in this world are worth waiting for?

And how many are waiting in vain?

Han Muye felt somewhat guilty.

If he were to perish somewhere, would Sister Mu Wan just wait forever, for thousands, for millions of years…?

“Senior Brother, let’s seal our memories and make a trip to the Tiger Spirit Ruins Realm,” Mu Wan said, her eyes gleaming even more brightly.

Both Mu Wan and Han Muye’s cultivation abilities and soul strength had already surpassed the limits of what the Tiger Spirit Ruins Realm could hold.

They could only send a flicker of their souls inside.

However, Mu Wan’s mention of sealing away memories brought a smile to Han Muye’s face.

“Junior Sister, you want to see if after sealing the memories, Senior Brother can still find you, right?”

To cultivators like them, even if their soul memories were sealed, there would still be a subtle sense guiding them, shaping their cultivation path.

For instance, upon entering the Ruins Realm, Han Muye would seek Mu Wan, while her destiny would be to wait for Han Muye to find her.

This was a power of the Ruins Realm that couldn’t suppress their souls; they were free to arrange their own cultivation laws.

It was just like when God-Slaying Puppet Fighter transformed into Sun Wuju and entered the Ruins Realm.

Mu Wan smiled and pointed her hand, sending a faint golden light towards the Ruins Realm ahead.

Watching this speck of golden light enter the Ruins Realm, an idea sparked in Han Muye’s mind.

This was a touch on his spirit.

Sending a flicker of the soul into another world to seek insight was something he had done before.

What about other planes?

In his perspective, this place was the Ruins Realm, but in the eyes of the powerhouses from the Azure Heaven Plane or other planes, was this plane just like a Ruins Realm to them?

Those who had stepped onto the pinnacle of this world, how did they cultivate?

When facing a cultivation dead end, how could they break through and see a new world?

When Mu Wan’s soul touched the Ruins Realm, Han Muye had a moment of enlightenment.

This time sending a piece of soul into the Ruins Realm might bring him an unusual harvest.

This sensation made him rejoice.

Perhaps this would be a new path in his future cultivation.

“Senior Brother, aren’t you going to hasten? Time in the Tiger Spirit Ruins Realm is five hundred times faster outside. If you hesitate any longer, my soul will become your grandmother,” Mu Wan teased.

This made Han Muye burst into hearty laughter. He too waved his hand, sending a stream of golden light into the Tiger Spirit Ruins Realm.

Then, Han Muye raised his hand, and he and Mu Wan’s figures vanished from their original spot.

…

Tiger Spirit Ruins Realm.

A hundred thousand years had passed since Han Muye last left the Tiger Spirit Ruins Realm.

Today, the Tiger Spirit Ruins Realm was controlled by three major forces.

Mystic Qin remained the strongest existence, with Heavenly Emperor Luo Kun the Great’s reputation resounding through the world.

The Mystic Qin combat weapons were unmatched under heaven.

Initially, the Heavenly Tang was barely opposing Mystic Qin due to the disciples of Xuanyuan Sword Pool, which prevented Mystic Qin from overly suppressing Heavenly Tang.

The remainder was Lingxiao Heavenly Palace, dominating the oceans, and the remaining forces of the once-perished Mochu.

Although Mochu had perished tens of thousands of years ago, due to the presence of the divine craftsman Xu Jue, those remaining Mochu forces were not completely annihilated and primarily remained around the oceanic areas.

Luo Kun ordinarily wasn’t in Mystic Qin but cultivated together with Xu Jue in Lingxiao Heavenly Palace.

Of course, Lingxiao Heavenly Palace rarely interfered with the worldly matters of Mystic Qin and Heavenly Tang.

Lingxiao Heavenly Palace only set the rules, not allowing those entering the Ruins Realm to disrupt the order among various factions.

Each time a powerhouse entered the Tiger Spirit Ruins Realm, a powerhouse from the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace would take action.

Han Muye knew these things when he stepped into the Xuanyuan Sword Pool and became one of its disciples.

Sending a flicker of his soul into the Tiger Spirit Ruins Realm, he took the form of Han Wuxie, a young man just over twenty.

He thought he could completely lock away his previous memories, but he discovered that some shadows of those memories still lingered, which led him to the Xuanyuan Sword Pool.

“Han Wuxie, are you planning to enter the Sword Hall or the Sword Hut?”

At that moment, a young man in a gray robe standing beside Han Muye turned his head and asked.

The Xuanyuan Sword Pool has the Sword Hall and the Sword Hut. The Sword Hall is for sword cultivators who, after learning their craft, may serve Heavenly Tang or wander the martial world.

The disciples of the Sword Hut typically remain in the Xuanyuan Sword Pool for cultivation and seldom appear before the public, embodying the practice of rigorous asceticism.