"Okay, now you have formed your teams, we can start. The five main bases in the middle will be activated by us five saints, and the one next to it will be handed over to my sister. By the way, sister, have you chosen your teammates as well?" Mu Hanfeng asked.
"Han Feng, are you okay? Why don't you take a rest first?" Mu Hanyan did not answer his question, but gently wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with concern.
"It's okay, I just spent a little energy. With my sister's medicine, the situation is better than ever. Everyone is waiting impatiently, so let's get started quickly." Mu Hanfeng said with emotion.
"Okay then, I'll be in the same team with Yanran." Mu Hanyan said.
Among all the descendants of the gods' guardians, she is the strongest, while Ye Yanran is the weakest. With her by her side, she can protect her in case of any danger.
Moreover, although Ye Yanran is the weakest, Tianlin Shenyu's innate magical power is the most useful. What's more, that innate magical power is actually his own, he just needs to use her hand to display it. The two of them are naturally the most suitable together.
"Okay." Mu Hanfeng nodded. Speaking of true combat power and the strength of his divine consciousness, Mu Hanyan had already surpassed many beginner Sword Saints. Even if Ye Yanran was a little weaker, it wouldn't matter.
Afterwards, the others also formed their teams and stood on the base of the formation under Mu Hanfeng's guidance.
"Start!" Mu Hanfeng gave the order and took the lead in making hand gestures.
The others also immediately performed the hand gestures at the same time. Mu Hanfeng had taught them the hand gestures when he was setting up the formation just now. After practicing for a few hours, everyone was familiar with it.
Soon, the formation base beneath Ye Lanxun's feet began to blaze with brilliant light, converging into a beam that shot straight into the sky. Then, it was Shao Chengxiong, Tan Tai Changqing, Mu Hanfeng, Wei Xiaotian...
From this, it is not difficult to see the strength of several saints. What surprised everyone is that Mu Hanfeng's strength is actually above Wei Xiaotian. Remember he said that he had only been officially a disciple of the Holy Lord for about half a year.
Everyone was once again impressed by the talents of Mu Hanyan and Mu Hanfeng, the brother and sister.
One after another, beams of light lit up. When all thirty-six beams of light were lit up, the sky was illuminated in a pure white.
The formation was also activated from this.
In an instant, everyone felt that with the beams of light, everyone's energy and spiritual thoughts had been integrated into the formation, and at the same time into the cemetery's barrier, blending seamlessly and becoming indistinguishable from each other.
The twelve divine figures of the sky also reappeared in the field of vision. The mysterious rhythm of heaven and earth once again enveloped them, and their energy and moods involuntarily fluctuated with the rhythm, waiting for the moment to align with it. That would also be the moment they would receive the inheritance.
Mu Hanfeng didn't need to say anything more. Everyone suppressed the ecstasy in their hearts, gathered their minds again, and entered into a state of emptiness and clarity.
"How could this happen?" Mu Hanyan frowned. The moment the formation was activated, that uneasy premonition came to her mind again.
He looked at Mu Hanfeng, but didn't see anything unusual on his face.
"It's an illusion, this time it must be an illusion." Mu Hanyan said secretly. Although she always trusted her intuition, intuition is intuition, it can't always work.
Putting aside the uneasy thought, Mu Hanyan took out the Xuanhuang Stone again, refined it, and broke through the final bottleneck.
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Time slipped by unnoticed. Under those beams of pure white light, the entire cemetery was as bright as day, with no distinction between day and night. It was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Mu Hanyan had no idea how much time had passed. Perhaps it was a day, perhaps a month, or perhaps, just a brief moment.
The Xuan Huang Stone in her hand was finally fully refined, a drop of water resting on Mu Hanyan's palm. This was the final portion of the Xuan Huang Stone, its most core power. Although it was as small as a raindrop, the vastness of this power was so overwhelming that even Mu Hanyan was secretly shocked.
If she could absorb this power into her heart meridian and transform it into energy, it would definitely help her break through the final bottleneck and ascend to the realm of Sword Saint. However, what puzzled Mu Hanyan was that no matter how hard she tried, she could not transform this power into energy.
She continued to practice the technique, drawing the power into her heart meridians, but as the technique circulated, the power flowed back into her palms intact and condensed into water droplets again.
After running through hundreds of small cycles, the water droplets were still water droplets, and her cultivation level was still at the peak limit of the great swordsman, and she was still unable to break through the last layer of thin paper.
How could this happen? Is it because the level of her technique is not high enough? But that doesn't make sense. Her Tianxin technique has been upgraded several times and can be called perfect. Besides, couldn't she have easily refined the power in the Xuanhuang Stone before?
If it wasn't a problem with the technique, then it could only be a problem with her physique. Mu Hanyan had long known that every step of her advancement was ten or a hundred times more difficult than that of ordinary practitioners. If it weren't for repeated chance encounters, she might not have reached her current level of cultivation even in her seventies or eighties. And this time, wanting to advance was even a hundred or a thousand times more difficult than for other practitioners.
She was in the Beiyuan Mist Plain, the very edge of the entire continent, and in a cemetery guarded by the gods. Even with the help of the Xuanhuang Stone, she was still unable to be promoted to a Sword Saint. She even doubted whether she would have another chance to be promoted in this lifetime.
Looking up, he saw twelve other practitioners around him, their faces also filled with confusion. Their bodies were radiating a multicolored glow, remarkably similar to the light radiating from the divine figure in the sky, and their movements were also remarkably similar to the rhythm of heaven and earth.
Clearly, they were already compatible with the inheritance, and like Mu Hanyan, they were only one step away from receiving the inheritance of the powerful. But it was this last step that they could not take.
Mu Hanfeng's body also shone with the same light, but it was shimmering with golden rays, clearly different from the others. Obviously, although he was also a descendant of the God's Guardian, his identity before countless reincarnations was still different from that of the others.
Of course, this is not what Mu Hanyan cares about. What she cares most about now is how to break through.
Except for the twelve cultivators who were just one step away from receiving the inheritance, the others also showed anxiety and doubt. Although they had no hope of receiving the inheritance, they also truly felt the sword intent and sword arts left by those powerful people. If they could comprehend it, they would also benefit greatly. However, like Mu Hanyan and others, they clearly felt that the sword intent and sword arts were so real, as if within reach, but they could not complete the last step.
Everyone's eyes turned to Mu Hanfeng again. This situation was obviously not normal, and only Mu Hanfeng could help them.
"Alas, it has finally come to this." Mu Hanfeng sighed and performed the hand seal again. No one heard the subtle and inexplicable meaning in his tone.
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