A Sword Swept Across Billions of Miles, Holding the Righteous Sword (4)

"Heaven-defying Immortal Ascension, abiding by righteousness. Who could possess such character?" On a distant land shrouded in celestial aura, a Daoist in a cyan robe sat cross-legged in a grand hall, speaking in a low voice while gently tapping his fingers.

"Can't figure it out?"

"Is it the protection of the Heavenly Dao here, or…" The Daoist's eyes flickered with a dark light as he clenched his fists.

"Controlling the authority of a realm in the immortal world truly poses countless dangers…

"Alright, in this game, I'll withdraw for now."

No one knew that Han Muye's words had given rise to countless speculations among powerful figures.

Han Muye himself no longer concerned himself with these matters.

He felt a mysterious connection between himself and the power of heaven and earth.

He couldn't believe it.

Ascending against the heavens might bring calamities accompanying the path to becoming an immortal.