There was silence all around.

Everyone looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye glanced over and said calmly: "Seriously?"

Taoist Yunming nodded quickly: "Seriously."

Having said this, he paused and said in a low voice: "However, some of the disciples of my Yuntian Dao Sect, led by He Chengyang, have already gone to the gathering place. I left a handwritten note for fellow Taoist Han to take with you, asking them to follow your arrangements."

Taoist Yunming acted simply. He took out a jade biscuit, quickly wrote on it, and then engraved it with a gold seal.

Han Muye took the jade, nodded and said: "In that case, we won't delay and will go to the gathering place in three days."

He has no intention of getting entangled with Yuntian Dao Sect.

Yuntian Dao Sect knows how to survive, so they have kept themselves low and small, just because they don't want to conflict with him.

Such a spineless sect cannot have a long-term future, but they can survive.

"Okay, okay, my sect has the best spiritual wine and the best spiritual fruits. They are all here to help you win."

Taoist Yunming spoke sincerely.

The other sect practitioners around him were all looking in the direction of Han Muye.

This time the battle to conquer the sky seems to be dependent on the Mitian Sword Sect.

Three days later, a total of 48,000 practitioners, led by the Mitian Sword Sect, left the Yuntian Daomen station.

"I finally left..." Looking at the mess at the mountain gate, a Yuntian Dao Sect disciple whispered with emotion.

"Humph, they will never come back this time." Taoist Yunming looked at the retreating army with hatred on his face.

"What we are going to fight this time is the Giant Source Plane."

"Not to mention the First Yuan Realm, even the Mirror of the Universe will find it difficult to return alive."

"This time the battle is led by the Immortal Dynasty, with several Tianzhenwei warlords leading the army."
Chapter completed!