Your Majesty, You're an Array Formation Genius

"Boom!"

The sword light, like a colossal dragon, pierced through the illusionary space.

The spiritual radiance shone brightly and exploded with a thunderous roar.

Han Muye took a step forward and landed on a collapsed palace.

In the palace, a thin body that was only left with crystal bones sat cross-legged.

"Senior?"

A complex expression flashed across Han Muye's face.

"Hehe, as long as you pursue what your heart desires, it's fine without regrets." In front of Han Muye, a nine-story sword tower gently rotated, emanating a voice.

An old man in a white robe appeared and looked at Han Muye with emotion.

"400,000 years. if you hadn't come, this Myriad Worlds Hall would have truly collapsed."

Han Muye looked up and saw the shattered and drafty palace.

In the middle of the palace, streams of spiritual radiance seemed to be restrained, gradually spreading in all directions.