In the void ahead, there are stacks of rocks.

Han Muye's eyes revealed a glimmer of light that transcended the world.

In an instant, the world in front of him changed.

The layers of heaven and earth were gone, replaced by a dark, silent mountain of floating boulders.

There are many such dead floating mountains in the void.

In the past, these floating mountains were used as the base for a large city.

At this time, the world that Han Muye saw in front of him was the same.

A formation base.

A collapsed formation.

This boulder mountain was once the foundation of a large city, but it has collapsed and is now reduced to deathly silence.

Just on the dead boulder mountain, a pale golden war elephant that was at least 10,000 feet tall lay there, with golden clouds floating around it.

Is it this naturally emitted cloud that covers the surrounding heaven and earth and turns it into an illusion? If it weren't for the powerful power of Han Muye's soul, he wouldn't be able to see through the illusion here.

This war elephant is lying there. It's hard to tell how huge it is, but it already looks like a golden mountain.

Sensing the arrival of Han Muye and Lu Zixu, War Elephant's eyes opened.

"boom--"

The surrounding countless thousands of miles of heaven and earth instantly shattered, and then turned into a golden world.

The originally dead world seemed to suddenly become radiant.

On the dark boulders ahead, a large city emerged.

"Yuntong City." Han Muye whispered softly.

In that city, countless practitioners were rushing back and forth, and it looked extremely prosperous.

However, all this was silent.

Still a fantasy.

It is not the illusion that was naturally formed before, but the illusion that this war elephant actively inspired.

Under the big city, there is a giant elephant standing supporting the city.

"Perhaps, it still remembers its past glory..." Han Muye said while looking at the war elephant supporting the city.

The giant elephant under the city raised its head, its eyes filled with ice.

There was fierceness in his eyes.

"I'll leave this to you." Lu Zixu said calmly, then moved and disappeared.

As he left, the giant elephant in the distance let out a roar.

The sound was dull, like muffled thunder, and it could shatter the surrounding void with just one shock.

Around Han Muye, streaks of golden light emerged, turning into a barrier.

These barriers didn't last even a breath before they shattered.

The power of a divine beast that carries heaven and earth on its back cannot be resisted by the power of a prehistoric battle armor.

The moment the space and light curtain around him shattered, Han Muye had already punched out.

What made him survive was never the armor on his body.

His own strength is what he relies on.

"Bang——"

The fist wind collided with the illusory and invisible force in front, and a loud noise was heard.

It was as if a giant general in golden armor had been punched away.

Just like the gates were shattered, the heaven and earth in front of them were shattered layer by layer, and then, they shrouded Han Muye head-on.

Zhi Tianxuan, who was standing beside Han Muye, moved and rushed out.

He transformed into a black-armored giant ape, holding a long awl in his hand, and stabbed it out with one blow.

This blow shattered the void in front of him again, breaking the last illusion.

But the giant elephant seemed keen on creating illusions, and when it raised its head, a golden light exploded.

Exploding golden light shone through the surroundings, and the dazzling city appeared again.

In the big city, figures flew out one after another, surrounding Zhi Tianhuan's body.

The people in these illusions, the war puppets, can actually strike, and every strike carries tremendous power.

Zhi Tianjuan, who was nearly three thousand feet tall, kept waving the long awl in his hand to block all the figures that rushed out.

"Roar--"

Over there, the giant elephant's eyes glowed with blood.

Han Muye did not wait, and took one step forward, crossing the battlefield between Zhi Tianhuan and those figures in the illusion, and flew onto the illusory city.

When people entered the big city, Han Muye frowned.

At this moment, he actually felt a bit real.

This big city is not a fantasy!

This is the power engraved in the soul of life!

All this is not an illusion created by Zhan Xiang, but a direct display of his soul power.

Standing in front of Yuntong City, he walked quickly and walked into the city.

There are countless cultivators in the big city, and they all go their own way and don't care about the arrival of the stranger Han Muye.

"Master Zhu, are you free today to help me repair the war puppet?"

"Shopkeeper Wang, have the spiritual materials I asked you to collect last time arrived today?"

"Brother Zhao, shall we sit together tomorrow?"

The surrounding prosperity carries a warmth that is rare in other cities.

This big city is actually not as fast-paced as other big cities.

The same is true. There are very few war puppet alchemy items in this big city, but they are more like inheritances from outside the galaxy universe.

Han Muye even found many people who were dressed like practitioners in the ancient universe.

Not only that, he also saw several sword cultivators.

Swordsman practitioner.

This is a heritage that does not exist in this universe.

"when--"

From the street corner ahead, there was the sound of long swords clashing. It was the collision of kendo power that only existed between kendo practitioners.

Han Muye reached the front in a flash, and saw the swords in the hands of two middle-aged men in green robes flashing, swinging, stabbing, stabbing, and slashing, all interlaced with the power of stars.

Although in Han Muye's eyes, these two sword lights were actually very ordinary, just at the level of heaven.

But he actually felt a touch of intimacy.

Far away from countless universes and worlds, in this galaxy universe, one can actually see someone performing the sword skills inherited from the ancient universe.

Of course cordial.

"when--"

The middle-aged man on the left picked up the long sword in his hand, and flew the sword of the middle-aged man on the right.

Han Muye stretched out his hand and caught the flying sword.

"Good swordsmanship."

"awesome."

"Accepted."

There was an exclamation of surprise all around. The two swordsmen held hands with each other and then looked at Han Muye.

At this time, Han Muye held the sword in his hand, and with a smile on his face, he raised his hand and handed it back.

"Little brother, do you want to learn to sword?" The middle-aged man who took the long sword nodded, took the long sword and put it into the scabbard.

"Brother Zhang is very good at swordsmanship. If you want to practice swordsmanship, you can come to him."

"Farewell."

Middle age goes very smoothly.

Others also left one after another.
To be continued...