The great forces in the world have their own methods and principles of dealing with the world.
The vast majority of forces are not black and white, but trial, conflict, relaxation, and integration.
As the saying goes, if you can't defeat it, join it, but if you can withstand it, absorb it.
If Han Muye didn't have enough strength, his bones would have been hanging outside the gate of the Immortal Imperial City.
If Han Muye was not strong enough, even if he were alive now, he would still be suppressed under the Imperial City Hall and would not be able to escape for billions of years.
However, he is strong enough. Not only can he withstand the temptations of the Immortal Dynasty, but he can also show his own strength and value in conflicts, and the Immortal Dynasty will integrate him into it.
The Heaven-Suppressing Guard, eighty-three powerful men in the divine realm, are waiting for command.
This kind of power is directly handed over to you.
This is the layout of the Pantian plane.
No one in the world can refuse such a great gift.
Even Han Muye could not refuse such a gift.
With the Heaven-Suppressing Guard in hand and the control of eighty-three gods, he can occupy an absolute position in the alliance with Yunjiang Shenzun and others.
Even the Huatian Dragon Clan will be suppressed.
Just relying on those ethnic groups and sword cultivators in the prehistoric era, even if they had another million years, they would not be able to defeat the Toutian clan.
Han Muye wanted to go to the Abyss, but the Creator only gave them a hundred thousand years.
For Han Muye, he must reach the level of the Creator, or reach the peak of the divine realm. He is only one step away from becoming the Creator before he can enter the abyss.
He is not going to die.
What he wants is to pursue the peak of the Creator's level and the eternal heaven.
"Okay, I will take charge of the Heaven-Suppressing Guard from today on."
"I will spend ten thousand years training the Heaven-Suppressing Guards. Ten thousand years later, the Heaven-Suppressing Guards will accompany me to conquer the Sky-Treading Clan and have a decisive battle with the Sky-Slaying Alliance in the void."
"Until the Heaven-Slaying Alliance is wiped out and the Heaven-Suppressing Seal is recaptured."
Han Muye raised his hand and spoke loudly.
In the main hall, all the gods and creators stood up.
"Okay, then wait for ten thousand years."
"During these ten thousand years, whatever Marquis Weiyuan needs, the Immortal Dynasty will meet it as soon as possible."
The Creator standing in front looked at Han Muye and whispered: "However, the rules of the Pantian plane cannot be changed. All materials must be exchanged for merit."
Exchange merit for supplies.
If it were ordinary supplies, a battle to conquer the sky would be enough.
But how many practitioners are there in the entire Zhentian Guard?
There are also those eighty-three gods, thousands and tens of thousands of masters, Poxu, and those reincarnations and the strong men below them.
With so many people wanting to train and get enough supplies, that's a huge amount.
Not to mention tens of thousands of years, in fact, even if it's millions of years, tens of millions of years, no one will really be able to control the Heaven-Suppressing Guard.
No one in the world can provide so much material support.
"Okay." Han Muye nodded, and then said: "I want to see the heavenly soldiers and puppets that can suppress the imperial city."
In the main hall, several creators looked at each other, nodded, and raised their hands.
Rays of golden light appeared, and the body of a golden-armored warrior with closed eyes appeared in the midst.
The warrior's body revealed an overwhelming power that was hard to look at directly.
Even the gods present felt palpitating at this time.
If this heavenly soldier opens his eyes and takes action, none of them will be able to escape.
Layers of golden light emerged from Han Muye's body, protecting his body.
He slowly stepped forward and reached out to hold Tianbing Zhanpuppet's arm.
After a while, he returned to his original position, cupped his hands, and disappeared from where he was.
After he left, the five creators sent the golden-armored war puppet back.
Everyone in the main hall breathed a sigh of relief.
In front, several creators and several gods with powerful auras looked at each other, with smiles on their faces.
"No one can really control the Heaven-Suppressing Guard."
"As long as he is given thousands of years of continuous struggle, he will unknowingly become a person from the Pantian plane."
"Haha, I guess he can control up to 30 million Heaven-Suppressing Guards, and can make about ten gods surrender."
A few whispers came from above the main hall.
This cannot be said to be a conspiracy, this is a naked conspiracy.
The opportunity to control the Tianzhen Guard has been given. Whether you can control it or not is your own business.
Whether you can have the materials to train the Heaven-Suppressing Guards is your own business.
"Let's see how he responds."
"If he can really control the Heaven-Suppressing Guard, sweep through billions of planes, and find the Heaven-Suppressing Seal, then there is no harm in handing over this palace and the Pantian Plane to her."
"Anyway, for us, as long as the Pantian is immortal, we can live forever."
"What difference does it make who controls this face?"
In the main hall, the whispers gradually fell silent.
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When the news came out that Marquis Weiyuan was in charge of the Heaven-Suppressing Guard, the imperial city and all parties were immediately in an uproar.
No one expected that the royal family would actually give up the control of Tianzhenwei.
However, even if he controls the Heaven-Suppressing Guard, countless people are still not optimistic about Weiyuan Hou.
The Heaven-Suppressing Guards are distributed throughout the Pantian plane, and many of them are conquering foreign lands. No one has counted the total number.
With so many armies and the powerful gods in charge of them, who can really control them?
The original God King Yunji had the royal family's Heaven-Suppressing Seal in his hand, but he could only control tens of millions of Heaven-Suppressing Guards.
Since its establishment, the Zhentian Guard has exchanged military exploits for supplies, and it has been formed by gathering the forces of countless sects.
When practitioners from all walks of life were suspicious, Han Muye had already left the Pantian plane.
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The fantasy city where the Dragon Clan lives.
At this time, in the fantasy city, golden light pillars rose up.
Among the pillars of light, figures wearing robes walked out one after another, with horror and confusion on their faces.
They are all weapon refiners.
The weapon refiner who was originally in the Galaxy Universe.
Their refining methods range from ordinary fourth- and fifth-level refining masters to god-level ones.
Of course, it is the God level of the Galaxy Universe, the level that can repair and maintain the prehistoric level war puppet armor.
"Master Han!"
"All the 30 million weapon refiners recruited this time have arrived."
Below, He Yangsun bowed.
All the weapon refiners looked up and saw Han Muye, who was wearing a green robe, with excited expressions on their faces.
"It's Master Han!"
"The number one weapon refiner in the galaxy universe!"
"It turns out that it was really Master Han who was recruiting!"
Back then, Han Muye refined cosmic-level warriors and cosmic-level combat puppets in the Galaxy Universe.
His single power can overwhelm the entire Galaxy Universe, and he is the well-deserved number one weapon refiner in the Galaxy Universe.
The Changtian Pavilion in the galaxy universe and several trading cities in the void are all controlled by He Yangsun and others.
"I am recruiting the galaxy universe weapon refiners today in order to refine the war puppet armor that can be controlled by powerful planes."
"I will use the power of a large formation in this illusory city to give you ten thousand years in the world. The weapon refiner who can master the prehistoric level war puppet armor and war weapon refining will stay, and the others will return to the galaxy universe."
"In these ten thousand years, your cultivation will be transformed into power that matches the higher planes."
"You will also adapt to the power of higher planes."
There was temptation in Han Muye's voice.
"I will teach you well and let you master sufficient weapon refining methods."
"Don't worry, just like the workshop in the Galaxy Universe back then, as long as you master the process you are best at, you can stay in the higher plane forever."
After Han Muye finished speaking, eager eyes lit up below.
