BXBX NOVEL Chapter 1228 - 1228 Immortal Burial City (8)
“After ten days of rest, we might be able to adapt to the power attributes here,” a young sword cultivator not far behind Han Muye said in a low voice.
He was Su Jian, the Wind Spirit Sword Immortal from the Xuntian Hall. Because he knew that Han Muye had the inheritance of the Xuntian Hall, they were naturally closer.
Moreover, as a team of six, they had a good understanding and spoke with less restraint.
Hearing Su Jian’s words, the others looked up.
The floating divine power was also a treasure to them. Absorbing it into their bodies could increase their physical strength and fuse with immortal energy.
However, this also made it difficult for them to adapt.
This was the part that made it difficult for them to fully unleash the power in their bodies.
Many people had solemn expressions on their faces as they sensed the pressure outside their bodies.
Ten days would at most allow him to adapt to the power here, but it would take at least a year for him to fully unleash his combat strength.
But how many of them could live for more than a year?
“Set up the camp first,” Han Muye said softly.
There were empty houses everywhere, and he could live there as he pleased.
But while stationed here, there were occasional rumblings in the sky, and divine light and immortal radiance intersected, making it impossible to rest assured during recovery.
Even with people on guard, they probably wouldn’t be able to truly relax.
With just 10 days of rest, it would be an accomplishment if their combat power didn’t decrease, let alone increase.
However, Han Muye pointed towards a chaotic and barren wilderness ahead and said, “Zhao Chen, have them set up the camp.”
They set up camp.
Since they were assembling a large army, they naturally needed their own camp.
Zhao Chen grinned and waved his hand, leading the cultivators who were following the army.
These individuals were both guards for the caravan and auxiliary troops for the army’s logistics.
In the distance, someone peeked out, then withdrew.
“The reinforcements from the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, aside from that leader Han Yunlan who seems to have some skills, the rest of them look pretty clueless; they’re probably here to die,” a burly man in heavy armor said loudly, squinting his eyes.
Beside him, a young man in blood-red armor exuded a sinister aura from his eyes, shaking his head as his gaze shifted towards the sky, “Here come these fledglings, and we’re in for more trouble.”
On the distant city wall, someone’s eyes flickered as he stared at Han Muye and the others to see how they set up camp.
“Senior Brother, should we go to a few people and tell them which houses can be lived in and which can’t?” A 50-year-old Daoist in a green robe with tattered clothes asked softly.
He carried a black sword on his back.
Behind him, there were more than 10 thin sword cultivators in green robes.
From their clothes, one could vaguely see the insignia of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect.
In front of him was a square-faced Daoist wearing half-armor and restraining the sword light on his body.
The Daoist held a sword in his hand. The sword was three feet long and flickered with green light.
On the sword, there seemed to be traces of blood fiend aura flashing and lingering.
“Let them experience some hardship; otherwise, when they go onto the battlefield in ten days, they’ll probably collapse at the first touch.”
The square-faced Daoist shook his head and then added, “If they lack anything, we can send them some supplies.”
Pausing, he continued, “Considering they’re newcomers, they should be prepared and shouldn’t be lacking much.”
“It’s best to remind him that Jian province is useful.”
The 50-year-old Daoist nodded and smiled. “Then I’ll go and tell them that he’s a junior of the Sword Sect after all.”
“In that case, it’s been more than 8,000 years since such a formation of reinforcements, and the disciples of the Sword Sect haven’t come for more than 10,000 years, right?”
“Sigh, there are only a dozen of us left out of the 500 disciples we had back then…”
The Daoist muttered and stepped onto the city wall, preparing to fly towards Han Muye and the others.
However, just as he lifted his feet, he was suddenly stunned.
A golden array disk appeared in the wasteland.
The array disk was 100 feet in diameter, golden all over, radiating immortal light.
Such a large array disk was at least a main protective array for a large city.
“Buzz!”
On the formation disk, immortal light burst forth and spread in all directions.
The immortal light was like a huge tent, enveloping a radius of 1,000 feet.
“You’ve even brought such good things. It seems that the Sword Sect has invested a lot this time.” Someone chuckled and looked at Han Muye.
“The Sword Sect values this kid.”
The Daoist in the blue robe smiled with a hint of sarcasm, “If it were me, I would concentrate the power of the grand array and turn it into a spatial barrier capable of protecting thousands of yards, instead of wasting it like this.”
“With the grand array fully activated, it could withstand a blow from a Void Transformation realm cultivator.”
The other Seniors of the Sword Sect shook their heads.
He had just arrived here and really didn’t know how precious power was.
“What a waste, they shouldn’t have taken out this array disk.” The square-faced Daoist sighed, wiping a piece of linen gently on his sword.
“Buzz!”
Ahead, an immortal light rose again.
This time, it was the second golden array disk.
Similar to the first one.
This caused a commotion around them.
“What are these guys doing? Can these array disks be taken out so easily?”
“They’ve got quite a fortune; two array disks, I wonder if they can bring three—”
The third array disk appeared.
Then came the fourth, and the fifth.
The 18 formation disks formed a circle, and in the middle, a thousand-foot-wide formation disk appeared.
The golden light on the formation disk connected with the 18 Dao formation disks, transforming into a 100,000-foot-long golden light that covered the surrounding space.