"Elder Ao, the Holy Soul Illusion is about to open. As far as I know, the power of heaven and earth in Beiyuan Mist Plain has also begun to weaken. Once they return from their training in the Holy Soul Illusion, they will probably go to Beiyuan Mist Plain immediately. If we don't take action now, it will be too late." An old man said worriedly.
"How about we go to Holy Sword Peak again? Even if the Lord Saint is dissatisfied, he can't kill all of us old guys." Another old man said murderously.
"No need. I have my own arrangements for this matter. You don't have to worry about it." Ao Fangchen shook his head and said.
With Jian Wuchen and Ye Lanxun around, even if they all stormed onto Holy Sword Peak, they would definitely not be able to harm Mu Hanyan. Even though they were numerous and powerful, when it came to true strength, they were still far behind Jian Wuchen and Ye Lanxun. Even if they couldn't defeat them, wouldn't they be able to protect Mu Hanyan and escape?
If you want to deal with Mu Hanyan, you have to think of another way.
Holy Soul Illusion, Holy Soul Illusion! A barely perceptible sneer appeared at the corner of Ao Fangchen's mouth.
Another old man in the crowd also showed the same sneer.
The next day, at daybreak, Mu Hanyan and the others entered the Holy Soul Illusion.
Before my eyes was a desolate ancient battlefield. Although it had gone through countless thousands of years, the fragments of swords and knives scattered on the ground still emitted a terrifying cold light.
Judging from their texture and casting craftsmanship, each of these swords is a masterpiece that has been tempered through thousands of trials and tribulations. Even if they are not divine artifacts, they are definitely not far off. But now, only fragments are left, forever sleeping in this barrier forgotten by the world.
From this, it is not difficult to imagine how tragic that war was.
Walking across the scarred land, Mu Hanyan could even sense the murderous intent and resentment left behind by those ancient masters. Those masters had been dead for at least hundreds of thousands of years, even their spirits and souls utterly extinguished. Yet, the murderous intent and resentment still lingered to this day. One wondered what a formidable place this land must have been right after the great war.
In addition to these murderous intentions and violent auras, Mu Hanyan also felt an extremely gentle and holy aura, yet intimidating. That aura spread throughout the entire illusion. Under its cover, all the murderous intentions and violent auras became much softer.
After a moment's reflection, Mu Hanyan understood that this aura must have been left by that mysterious and powerful woman. It was precisely because of her presence that the murderous intent and hostility were suppressed, allowing future generations to enter the Holy Soul Illusionary Realm and comprehend the powerful sword spirits. Otherwise, under their influence, future generations would never be able to calm down and comprehend the sword spirit.
Even though he guessed that he was her present life after reincarnation, Mu Hanyan still found it difficult to identify himself with her. After all, she was her, and he was himself, and both their souls and bodies were completely different.
"Where are we going?" asked Yue Fanchen beside him.
This ancient battlefield is extremely vast. The sword souls of those powerful warriors are hidden in different places. Each cultivator can only comprehend one sword soul, so after entering the Holy Soul Illusion, everyone dispersed, and only Yue Fanchen was dragged by Mu Hanyan.
"I'm going to heal you." Mu Hanyan said.
"Healing?" Yue Fanchen looked at Mu Hanyan in confusion.
In order to find a way to restore his cultivation foundation, the Shangyue royal family tried every possible means. Yan Zishu, because of his friendship with Mu Hanyan, also treated him personally. In addition, he invited several other disciples from the family of miracle doctors to come to the capital of Shangyue. Unfortunately, in the end, they were powerless.
Everyone concluded that his cultivation could only reach the level of a Grand Swordsman at best, and he would never be able to reach the level of a Sword Saint. He had already accepted his fate, so when he suddenly heard Mu Hanyan talking about healing, he was naturally excited and surprised, but also confused.
"I heard that there is a sword spirit in this Holy Soul Illusion. Combined with Yanran's Tianlin Divine Healing Technique, it can restore your cultivation foundation." Mu Hanyan said simply. Her golden divine blood was too shocking, so Mu Hanyan did not spread it around.
"Really?" Yue Fanchen couldn't help but grab Mu Hanyan's arm.
He accepted his fate, but with his qualifications, he certainly didn't want to stay at the level of a great swordsman forever. At this moment, he felt as excited as a drowning man who grabbed a life-saving straw.
"Of course." Mu Hanyan nodded.
"I'm saved, I'm saved!" After receiving Mu Hanyan's affirmative answer, Yue Fanchen became so excited that his voice trembled, his hands began to shake, and even tears appeared in his eyes.
"By the way, do you know where that sword spirit is?" After being excited for a while, Yue Fanchen suddenly calmed down and asked Mu Hanyan.
Although not every ancient powerful person left behind a sword spirit, many of them only left behind murderous intent and resentment because of their heavy resentment, but there were also many sword spirits left behind by others. It is said that there are as many as hundreds of them, and each of them is hidden in the natural barrier. It requires a great opportunity to find any one of them, and it is naturally more difficult to find the one that Mu Hanyan mentioned among these hundreds of sword spirits.
"I don't know." Mu Hanyan said.
"I don't know what you are talking about. Aren't you trying to make people happy?" Yue Fanchen suddenly became like a deflated ball, unable to muster any energy.
Mu Hanyan was indeed trying to make Yue Fanchen happy. Seeing him sometimes excited like he was having the hiccups, and sometimes depressed like a deflated ball, Mu Hanyan secretly laughed.
"I don't know, but don't forget that I still have this." Mu Hanyan said as he took out the Tianji Mirror.
Ever since she got the Heavenly Secret Mirror, her Glazed Sacred Armor began to repair itself, and the ancient broken bracelet on her wrist also repaired itself. Of course, Mu Hanyan now knew that it was not a broken bracelet, but the Blood Shield of the God of the Underworld.
Mu Hanyan guessed that the Glazed Sacred Armor, the Blood Shield of the Underworld God, the Star-Moon Battle Crown, and the Heavenly Secret Mirror were part of a set, with the Heavenly Secret Mirror being the core. Mu Hanyan carefully studied it and discovered that it was exceptionally sensitive to the laws of heaven and earth, the spiritual power of divine artifacts, and the sealing barrier. It was precisely because of this that the shattered bracelet and Ruyi Magical Treasure had regained their original form and repaired themselves under its influence.
Although the power of the Tianji Mirror has not fully recovered and it cannot see scenes thousands of miles away, nor can it allow people's thoughts to travel through time and space, but relying on its special sensing ability, it can be used to find relics, treasures, or natural treasures. It is still much more powerful than Qu Shanling's Divine Attraction Technique. It was with its help that Mu Hanyan successfully found the Beast Soul Pool last time.
For other practitioners, finding a powerful sword spirit is extremely difficult, but Mu Hanyan has the Tianji Mirror in her hand, so she is not worried at all.
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