They were also pitiful individuals. Those who didn't receive the Divine Enlightenment could only become enslaved beasts.
Han Muye shook his head, no longer interested in attacking.
It was the new disciples of the Sword Sect who were eager to try their luck. They formed sword formations, leaped from the city walls, and swept around before returning.
Behind them, the cultivators couldn't help but fly out when they saw them swaggering back and forth.
"It's been 23,800 years since I came to the Immortal Burial City. I, Du Chenggong, have finally set foot outside the city!" A white-bearded elder roared into the sky, his blood qi surging.
There were many other cultivators like him. They were all standing outside the city, their bodies surging with fighting spirit and shouting arrogantly.