1330 Should I Pay Back the Golden Beads I Owe? (4)

What Han Qi was talking about was his sensing of power.

Perhaps there was a deviation, but that First Elder of the Nether River Holy City was probably already extremely powerful.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have dared to refine the soul of Immortal Venerable Minghe.

Han Muye looked up at the sky.

Now, the place he was in was not controlled by the power of the Nether River. Presumably, neither the First Elder nor Immortal Venerable Minghe could sense him.

If he appeared in a place controlled by the Nether River’s power, he would be sensed.

He turned around and looked at the surrounding void with a smile.

He, who could see through the aura of the world, could completely use this method to walk in places unknown to Immortal Venerable Minghe and the First Elder of the Holy City.

“Where are those experts you mentioned, who were killing each other in the reef?

“Let’s go meet him together.”

Han Muye looked at Han Qi.

Han Qi nodded and transformed back into the seven-headed Dragon Sculpture Beast. Then, with a low roar, he carried Han Muye into the sky.

Previously, he did not feel it, but now, on the back of the Dragon Sculpture Beast, Han Muye saw a different scene.

The reef stones were arranged in a strange formation.

Although he could only catch a glimpse of it, Han Muye deduced some information.

This formation was a method to lock in the scattered power, a suppression formation.

It was unknown whether this formation was set up by Immortal Venerable Minghe himself or his adversary.

Although Han Qi could not see the aura of power, the places he flew past were all places where strange power gathered.

It seemed that living in the Nether River for a long time had given him a certain kind of sensitivity in his body.

After flying for more than half a day with Han Muye on their backs, they landed on an island much larger than Xuanming Island.

This island had a hint of greenery, which appeared exceptionally rare amidst the blood-red river water.

“Elder Zhu and Elder Feng live on Wind Forest Island.” Han Qi, who had transformed into a human, pointed ahead.

“Elder Zhu’s true form is a bamboo forest, but I don’t know about Elder Feng.”

Looking at Han Muye, Han Qi’s gaze landed on the sword behind him.

“Elder Feng also knows how to use a sword.”

A beast that could use a sword?

Han Muye smiled.

He walked slowly with Han Qi. As he walked, he admired the rare scenery around him.

The scattered stones were arranged elegantly, and the small trees had some artistic shapes.

The gravel path was paved with bluestone, different from the surrounding black reef stones.

As they walked forward, a continuous bamboo forest appeared before them.

Emerald bamboo leaves swayed with the wind, and the river breeze was gentle, producing a soft rustling sound in the bamboo forest.

It was indeed a beautiful scene.

But where were they?

They were deep within the Nether River!

The blood-colored water light illuminated the surroundings, making the scenery on the island seem unreal.

Moving forward through the bamboo forest, they arrived at a thatched house.

In front of the thatched house was a small courtyard with stone tables and stone benches, and there were some dried fish hanging on wooden racks.

Fish in the Nether River?

In front of the stone table, two white-haired elders sat upright, seemingly playing chess.

Seeing Han Muye and Han Qi arrive, the two old men turned around.

The old man in gray robes had a simple and kind face, with a long white beard, exuding a hint of benevolence.

The old man in black robes had sharp eyes, with a somewhat cold and stern expression.

“Hey, you little fellow actually transformed?” The gray-robed old man looked at Han Qi, showing surprise in his eyes.

“It seems like your cultivation has improved quite a bit.”

The black-robed old man’s gaze landed on Han Muye, then he raised his eyebrows and looked at the sword on Han Muye’s back.

“Sword cultivator?”

There seemed to be a surge of sword intent on him.

Han Qi turned to look at Han Muye and said, “This is my big brother, and from now on, I’ll be following him.”

At this point, they had already reached the front of the courtyard.

Hearing Han Qi say that he would follow Han Muye, the two old men looked at each other.

“You’re the first person in a million years to be able to subdue a Dragon Sculpture Beast on the Nether River.” The kindness on the gray-robed old man’s face turned serious.

“Who are you?”

Although the black-robed old man opposite him did not speak, a green sword light flashed in front of him.

Han Muye’s expression remained unchanged as he slowly stepped forward.

He looked at the black and white chess pieces on the table with a deep look in his eyes.

“Are the two seniors having a game of chess? It just so happens that I’m skilled in this as well.”

He looked at the black and white chess pieces on the table, and a hint of profundity appeared in his eyes.

Under the shocked gazes of the two old men, the golden stream of light condensed into a pillar of light that enveloped the four of them.

“Is this a void world?”

“No, it’s a realm of nothingness.”

The two old men muttered and looked at Han Muye.

“Leading us into the land of nothingness. Is he challenging us?”

“One versus two?”

Two powers of different attributes surged on the two of them.

Green bamboo leaves appeared around the gray-robed old man, and two soft bamboo whips danced in his hands.

On the other hand, a pair of green jade-like swords appeared behind the black-robed old man. He raised his hand and drew his swords, holding both swords upside down.

“Two swords?” A battle intent appeared in Han Muye’s eyes.

“Interesting.”

“Clang—”

The sword on his back was unsheathed. He took a step forward and slashed down ruthlessly.

This sword was fast, and the sword light seemed to be about to shatter the void.

Fortunately, this place had already returned to nothingness. No matter how shattered it was, it could not be broken.

This strike was just a sword slash.

However, under this extremely direct sword, the two old men’s expressions turned solemn.

The gray-robed elder raised his hand, and the long bamboo whip drew countless bamboo leaves to block in front of him, spinning continuously.

The black-robed old man disappeared from his original position with a flicker of his body.

“Bang!”

The sword light collided with the bamboo leaves, fiercely splitting the layers of curtains formed by the bamboo leaves and then struck the gray-robed old man’s palm whip.

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