Han Muye sensed the Eternal Heaven Realm from the war puppets guarding the Imperial City in the Pantian Plane and from the Heaven-Suppressing Seal in his hand, but he could not explain it clearly.
There seems to be a barrier here, making everything extremely blurry.
The only thing he understood was that the power system in that realm must be higher than this world.
When his eyes fell on the figure in front of him, Han Muye's fighting spirit surged, and his endless kendo power surged up.
Since there is no way to understand the Eternal Heaven Realm, let’s just fight and let our strength speak for itself!
"Buzz——"
After thinking through everything, Han Muye did not hesitate any longer. The gray-white long sword in front of him exploded, and the black-and-white sword light in it rolled up and went straight into his body.
The white sword light is the power of life and the gathering of the endless universe.
The black sword light is the end of worldly power, the power of God.
These two forces intertwined and circulated, penetrated Han Muye's body, then collided within his body, and finally collapsed.
Whether it is the endless world or all the power of the gods, it seems that they have reached a balance and then became the power of Han Muye's cultivation.
A glimmer of understanding flashed in Han Muye's eyes as he stood where he was.
This is the Creator.
life and death.
Use all your own strength as the fulcrum to leverage the collision of life and death.
Using one's own power of life to control and create all things in the world is what distinguishes the Creator from the realm of gods.
In front of the divine realm, the Creator, who has the power to create all things, can be said to be immortal.
The power of the divine realm can harm the Creator, but it cannot kill a Creator.
To be precise, the Creator cannot be killed. The only one who can kill the Creator is the Creator Himself.
There is life and there is death.
The more power of life the Creator can control, the more intense the power of death.
The more powerful the Creator is, the more tyrannically he controls the power of life, and he creates countless worlds by condensing his power.
Subsequently, the power of death he had to endure became stronger and stronger until it was finally swallowed up.
Unless a creator never uses his own power of life.
But how is that possible?
If we don't use the power of life, what's the use of becoming the Creator?
Without using the power of life, the strength of the Creator is not much stronger than the peak of the divine realm.
When a strong person at the Creator level takes action, he will naturally consume the power of life, and his body will not die because it is supported by the power of life.
Once this balance is broken, or the loss of the power of life cannot be compensated, and the power of death sweeps across, it will be the beginning of the end of God.
Previously, the Original Creator said that Shen Mo was a powerful creator who was tired, which was actually true.
The power of life of those who are strong at the level of the Creator is insufficient, or the power of life and death is out of balance, or because they have been pursuing the balance of life and death for too long, the oppressive power makes them finally give up.
That is the end of God.
Han Muye didn't think that he would never use his life force.
Now that he has entered the level of the Creator, why would he not use the power of life for the sake of so-called balance?
What's more, he is different from other creators.
The other creators have cut off all the ties and are now free from worries. They can really not use the power of life for a long time.
But he has so many bonds with Han Muye, how could he not use the power of life?
Since you can't maintain balance, use it.
Looking at the empty space in front of him, Han Muye whispered softly.
"Here comes the sword."
sword.
A green long sword appeared in front of Han Muye out of thin air.
The sword is three feet eight inches long, the blade is two feet nine inches long, the blade is narrow and long, and the sword's spine is intertwined with cloud patterns.
This is a long sword that looks ordinary but is anything but ordinary.
The blade of this sword is the gathering of the power of life, and the edge of the sword is the gathering of all the power of death.
If you are struck by this sword, the power of death will explode and your body will immediately break into pieces.
This power of death is not the power of a god, but the power of death controlled by Han Muye himself.
The power of Shenmo that he controlled before is still suppressed in his body and sealed with the power of swordsmanship.
Shenmo cannot be killed, it cannot even be eliminated, because Shenmo is the power of death.
"Buzz——"
The long sword in front of Han Muye vibrated, and a trace of cyan light appeared on the sword's edge.
Opposite him, the old man in gold robes had a smile on his face and raised the sword in his hand again.
"I admire you for being able to carry so many fetters and enter the realm of the Creator."
"If you can be invincible in front of me, I will tell you everything about the level of the Creator."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure moved and appeared beside Han Muye.
The sword in his hand stabbed directly at Han Muye's neck.
The power contained in this sword is completely different from before.
"boom--"
The world in front of Han Muye instantly turned into deathly silence.
That is the silence of power, the movement of the power of death.
Using the power of death as a means of conquest is almost the battle rule of most creators.
Those who cannot withstand the power of death will be killed.
The Creator is immortal, but if the balance of the power of life and death is destroyed, he will naturally die.
"when--"
A long green sword blocked the old man's sword.
On the two long swords, the flowing golden light exploded and eroded each other.
This kind of collision of forces is completely different from the previous battle.
If Han Muye had taken this sword with his previous divine cultivation, he would probably have fallen into a passive stalemate even if he was undefeated.
At this time, it was extremely easy for him to take this sword again.
The edge of his sword just turned, and the power of death rushed over, causing the opponent's sword light to glow with layers of green-gray light.
The collision of the forces of life and death.
Looking back at the previous fight, the man in front of me clearly didn't try his best.
Now is the real confrontation at the level of the Creator, the operation of the most peak power in the world.
Above the sword's edge, the power revealed became more and more dazzling.
"boom--"
After countless fights, Han Muye and the old man in front of him each took a step back.
"With your level of strength, you'd better come to Eternal Heaven Realm as soon as possible."
"Only the eternal heaven is the place suitable for your cultivation."
"You will discover what is true and what is false only when you reach the eternal heaven."
The old man in front of him sheathed his sword and looked at Han Muye.
"The entrance to the eternal heaven is in the Divine Abyss of All Spirits, and its location is——"
Before the old man finished speaking, his body suddenly shook.
"Remember, don't use the power of the Creator after leaving this place, otherwise you will be infected by the God."
With the last instruction, the old man dispersed.
Han Muye felt that on the stone platform in front of him, layers of repulsive forces were pushing towards him, trying to push him away from the stone platform.
Han Muye's eyes shone with deep divine light. He did not retreat, but concentrated and sealed his life and death power, making his cultivation level seem to have returned to the peak of the divine realm.
What the old man said was right. If he used the power of the Creator level at this time, it would cause the power of the gods to backfire.
He needs to get the last Heaven-Suppressing Seal to suppress the power of God.
"I'm very curious, what kind of treasure is this stone platform, or is there some secret in the Eternal Heaven Realm that cannot be known to outsiders."
Han Muye lowered his body slightly and pressed his palms to the ground.
The stone platform shook, and a memory image like a long river appeared in Han Muye's mind.
