To the powerful Creator, ten thousand years are just a blink of an eye.
Han Muye used these ten thousand years to consolidate his cultivation and condense his sword power.
For him, the improvement of his cultivation and combat power cannot be solved by time.
On the other hand, Mu Wan, Huang Laoliu, and other close friends who have been together all the way from the beginning of the wilderness can help improve their cultivation and combat power.
Even though Mu Wan was not good at cultivation or fighting, Han Muye used the power of creation at the level of the Creator to raise her cultivation to the peak of breaking the void, half-step to the divine realm.
This is the limit of the Creator's power.
Being able to break through the void and directly enter the divine realm is the path of all divine realms, and it cannot be helped by outsiders.
Just like Han Muye's own path, no one else can help him.
In fact, ever since they severed their ties with the Great Desolate World, everyone had thought that Han Muye, who had become the Creator, would never return to their former Senior Brother Han, Master Han.
When Han Muye announced that he was going to enter the Divine Abyss of All Spirits, for the first time, Huang Zhihu didn't say anything about following him.
Xiang Lingshuang and other sword cultivators did not speak.
"Brother, take care."
Mu Wan looked calm on her face and spoke softly.
After cultivating to their level, they are almost immortal, and what they seek and think about will eventually reach that eternal place.
If they do not perish, others will eventually one day pursue the eternal heaven.
If he dies or cannot improve his cultivation in this life, he will not be qualified to travel with Han Muye again.
"Master Han, take care."
"Father, take care."
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All Souls Divine Abyss.
It is known as a place where people will easily fall into the realm of gods.
The land of void continued to sink, until it sank to an infinite depth, and only then could a black crack be seen.
Above the crack, all the original power was imprisoned and seemed to be swallowed up.
There is not a trace of life in this crack for hundreds of millions of miles, not even a stone.
No living beings and no power can survive above this divine abyss.
A green wooden boat was parked on the shore of the abyss.
Eighteen figures of different shapes stepped out of the wooden boat.
"This god of Shenyuan has been here twice before. The first time was when he was at the peak of the divine realm. He was stopped by a black tiger with all spirits and almost died inside." The speaker was an old man in black armor.
"The second time I was already the Creator and wanted to step into the eternal heaven, but I was chased by the Sky-Eating Divine Beast and came back in embarrassment."
There was a wry smile on the old man's face, he raised his hand, and a ball of blue-grey breath flowed on his arm.
The injury to the tarsus is the invasion of the power of death.
For a strong man at the level of the Creator, this is not a serious injury, but the Creator keeps it because he wants to remember it.
"The Ten Thousand Spirits Heavenly Beasts, the Heaven-Eating Divine Beasts, and the Divine Heavenly Saint Beasts. The Ten Thousand Spirits Divine Abyss should be formed by the escape of the power of the eternal heaven. Otherwise, such powerful divine beasts would not exist." The voice from the other side was.
A green-robed Taoist, with bright light shining through his eyes.
These eighteen are all powerful at the level of the Creator, and each of them is the pinnacle of cultivation.
But even if you are at the level of the Creator, you can't say that you can keep moving forward in the abyss of gods.
The species in the Divine Abyss are different from other places in that they are extremely resistant to the power of life and death. Moreover, the Divine Abyss suppresses the origin and suppresses the power of life and death.
Here, the combat power that the Creator can exert is only slightly stronger than that in the God Realm.
This is also one of the reasons why people in the Creator Realm are unwilling to set foot in the Divine Abyss unless necessary.
They would rather arrange for the gods to come here than come by themselves.
"Everyone, the Gate of Eternity is at the bottom of the Divine Abyss. No matter who arrives first, we will send a message there and anchor the position."
The divine light scattered from Han Muye's hand, and he turned his gaze to the others: "The Origin Creator should be unable to suppress the invasion of Shen Mo soon, so you'd better not fight with him."
"To be able to pull a chariot and coffin with the nine Futian Sacred Dragons, his identity is probably not simple."
The creators looked at each other, nodded, stepped out of the canoe, and fell towards the divine abyss below.
Han Muye looked back at the dazzling world behind him, took a deep breath, and stepped straight into the abyss without hesitation.
He is here to pursue endless eternity!
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As his body fell, Han Muye could feel the weight of billions of layers of heaven and earth pressing down on him.
If you don't reach the divine realm, you will be crushed by this power the moment you enter the divine abyss.
As it sinks, the surrounding original power also begins to dissipate.
In other words, at the bottom of the divine abyss, fighting for the origin is depleting one's own cultivation.
No god or creator is willing to waste his or her cultivation here.
"space?"
Continue to sink, Han Muye whispered.
After the original power dissipated, he felt the changes in the power of the surrounding space.
"No, it's the dimension!"
There was a bright light in his eyes.
The dimension here is slightly different from the previous void.
The Divine Abyss is a crack in a higher dimension that slightly overlaps with this dimension!
The existence of this crack is most likely caused by the collapse of the Eternal Sky Realm.
"The upper dimension, the real world, the place of eternity..."
The divine light in Han Muye's eyes could no longer be concealed.
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After an unknown amount of time, his feet landed on a solid ground.
Looking at the darkness around him, Han Muye took a deep breath, held the sword in his hand, and moved forward slowly.
In the boundless abyss of all spirits, the loneliness of this world is more terrifying than imagined.
The dissipation of the origin and the suppression of the power of life and death have forced all strong men to move forward relying on instinct.
At this time, Han Muye was holding a simple long sword, and the sword's blade was flowing with a faint brilliance, reflecting the surrounding heaven and earth.
His eyes were as deep as the sea, staring into the unknown abyss ahead.
"Roar--"
A roar shook his whole body, and his face showed joy.
He smiled bitterly and shook his head. Once upon a time, the roar of a strange beast could make him feel friendly?
With a movement of his body, Han Muye, holding a long sword, had already crossed ten thousand feet.
In front, a crawling alien beast with a huge body, covered with hard scales, and eyes flashing with cunning and cruelty.
"Candle Yin?"
Han Muye whispered.
This is a strange beast in the divine abyss that is not too powerful, but is extremely ferocious and full of malice toward intruders.
Seeing Han Muye, the candle-yin beast opened its bloody mouth, and a foul smell assaulted his nostrils, as if provoking Han Muye's bottom line.
Han Muye's eyes narrowed slightly. He felt threatened by Zhu Yin, but he did not flinch.
Just a strange beast, nothing more.
He smiled calmly, and the long sword in his hand instantly burst into bright light, turning into a stream of light and slashing towards Zhu Yin.
The sword energy was vertical and horizontal, cutting through the void. Zhuyin's scales were easily cut open, and blood spattered everywhere.
If it were outside the divine abyss, this sword could directly cut through a plane.
But at this time, the power of this sword was suppressed to the limit, and it failed to kill Zhu Yin.
Zhu Yin, whose chest was almost broken open by a sword, let out a shrill roar, and the scales all over his body suddenly exploded, turning into countless sharp fragments and flying toward Han Muye.
Han Muye's body was agile and he swung his sword like rain at the same time. The sword light flashed and shattered the scale fragments one by one.
At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the time when he was still a small swordsman, with every sword showing piety.
"boom--"
A long golden tail fell from the sky.
Han Muye stepped back, and his Zhuyin body was smashed into pulp.
"Mythical beast..."
Han Muye raised his head and pointed his sword forward.