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Han Muye flew back 100,000 feet, then stood with his sword, covered in blood.

He unceremoniously put away Golden Immortal Shu Ming\'s sword.

Watching Han Muye stand tall in the air with a fierce fighting spirit despite being covered in blood, the surrounding crowd gasped.

"This… This is a truly peerless Sword Immortal!"

"Amazing! To witness such a sword with my own eyes, this journey was not in vain!"

"Golden Immortal Shu Ming, Yunlan Sword Immortal, actually exchanged a strike with Golden Immortal Shu Ming and won!"

Countless exclamations rang out.

No one paid attention to the Murong family.

No one cared about Su Yunzi, whose Dao Heart had collapsed and whose entire body was trembling.

Everyone only saw the clash between the Yunlan Sword Immortal and the Golden Immortal expert of the Sword Sect.

In the world of cultivation, only the strong were worthy of attention.

Han Muye said nothing.

There was no need.

On the 12 flying ships, the Murong family members were already in tears.

"After today, my Murong family will no longer pledge allegiance to the Cloud Mist Dao Sect."

Murong Chi clenched his teeth, staring at Han Muye covered in blood ahead.

"From now on, my Murong family will only pledge allegiance to one person."

On the 12 flying ships, everyone looked up at the figure hanging quietly in front of them.

"Yunlan Sword Immortal!"

"Yunlan Sword Immortal!"

Countless voices echoed.

At this moment, no one doubted the Murong family\'s choice.

Their lives were saved by the Yunlan Sword Immortal at the risk of his own life.

Was it wrong to pledge allegiance to such a person?

Was it wrong for the Cloud Mist Dao Sect to kill all the way and betray the Dao Sect?

In the void, silence prevailed.

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Lu Ji, aren\'t you going to thank me for saving your Dao Sect?"

Golden Immortal Shu Ming, who was standing in front of Su Yunzi, suddenly chuckled.

As his words fell, the void trembled slightly, and a figure descended.

A 50-year-old Daoist wearing a white Dao robe and a green jade Dao crown took a step forward. His body shone with golden light, causing everyone around him to look sideways.

"Golden Immortal Lu Ji, guardian of the Cloud Mist Dao Sect!"

"It\'s Golden Immortal Lu Ji. This is a being known as a Golden Immortal of the Dao Sect. Will he fight Golden Immortal Shu Ming?"

"How is that possible? Can the Dao Sect still have the face to intervene now?"

The whispers around did not change the expression of the Golden Immortal expert in front of him at all.

Golden Immortal Lu Ji looked at Han Muye, then turned to look at the smiling Golden Immortal Shu Ming.

"Thanks a lot."

With such a casual sentence, the smile on Golden Immortal Shu Ming\'s face widened.

This represented the gratitude of the Dao Sect, the Cloud Mist Dao Sect, and the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect.

"Haha, the Sword Sect\'s Dao Sect has always been helping each other. Fellow Daoist Su Yunzi is an elite of the Dao Sect. How can I leave you in the lurch?" Golden Immortal Shu Ming laughed for a long time, then turned to Han Muye.

"Young man Han, take my sword and lead your subordinates to Yunlan City.

"It\'s not easy to find loyal subordinates. You must protect them well."

Having said that, he turned to look at Golden Immortal Lu Ji and said softly, "Fellow Daoist Lu Ji, there are still some matters I need to discuss with you."

Lu Ji turned to look at Han Muye and the Murong family behind him, then said calmly, "Sure, please."

With two Golden Immortals present, the importance of the Murong family and Han Muye became inconsequential.

With Shu Ming Golden Immortal here, Lu Ji would not make a move.

The two Golden Immortal experts fighting over the insignificant Murong family members would probably leave less than half of the Immortals in the Immortal Realm.

With Shu Ming Golden Immortal representing the Sword Sect and the Dao Sect\'s Golden Immortal also making a move today, the remaining matters were not significant.

The rest was not important.

Han Muye bowed to Golden Immortal Shu Ming and Lu Ji, then flew down to the deck.

"Let\'s go."

Han Muye sat cross-legged with a calm expression.

He was covered in blood and looked exhausted.

Murong Chi and the others bowed excitedly.

"Let\'s go!"

Twelve flying ships flew into the sky and headed towards the Wasteland.

Countless cultivators watched the flying ship slowly leave. They turned to look at the pale Su Yunzi and then in the direction of the two Golden Immortals who had disappeared at some point.

Yunlan Sword Immortal.

After today, this name would definitely spread throughout the Fuyu Immortal Realm!

For the sake of his promise, he protected the Murong family for millions of miles.

For the Sword Dao, one sword could fight a Golden Immortal.

Such a person could be called a prodigy!

"Yunlan Sword Immortal, Invincible Han. From now on, there will be another prodigy in our Fuyu Immortal World."

Someone looked in the direction where the flying ship disappeared and whispered.

"Yunlan City and the Yunteng Wasteland are undergoing changes. This is where our opportunities lie." Someone\'s eyes flickered with a gleam as they spoke softly.

Many people flew along with the flying ship and quietly headed towards the Yunteng Wasteland.

In the cultivation world, only with a sharp sense of smell could one obtain opportunities.

With the rise of Yunlan Sword Immortal and the rise of Yunlan City, whoever could invest early and bet early would receive sufficient returns.

"This is Yunteng Wasteland."

As the flying ship flew over the endless wasteland, Han Muye spoke softly.

Wasteland.

He left the rule of the Dao Sect completely.

Murong Chi and the others turned around and looked at the void in the distance with complicated expressions.

As the flying ship moved forward, countless cultivators on the wasteland came to greet and welcome it.

The City Lord of Yunlan City, Invincible Han, had led his troops across billions of miles from the Cloud Mist Dao Sect. This was the glory of the Wasteland!

In an instant, hundreds of thousands of cultivators gathered outside the 12 flying ships.

Ten days later, a large city was in sight.

An old man in a brocade robe stood in the air and looked at the flying ship. He smiled and bowed slightly.

"Greetings, Yunlan Sword Immortal."

"Welcome back to Yunteng Wasteland, Sword Immortal, to spread the reputation of our Wasteland."

Raising his head, he looked at the 12 flying ships and said softly, "The teleportation array to Yunlan City has been set up. Everyone, you can go home."

Go home!

From now on, Yunlan City would be their home!

Everyone from the Murong clan slowly stood up with excited expressions.

"Okay, then let\'s go home."

Han Muye cupped his hands at Tao Zihe and looked ahead.

On the other side, Zuo Baichou, Zhang Zhenbiao, Zhao Pingyu, and the others were waiting with smiles.

To be able to set up a teleportation formation that led to Yunlan City in such a short period of time, Zhao Qianzhen\'s means were indispensable.

"Welcome back to Yunlan City, City Lord!"

Luo Baichou shouted, lifting his hand in a gesture.

Behind him, the light of teleportation rose into the sky.

This was a temporary teleportation array.

Han Muye took a step forward and landed outside the teleportation array.

He didn\'t directly enter the array but turned around, looking at the countless fellow cultivators around him.

"My Yunlan City welcomes all Fellow Daoists.

"Those who have no home in the world can call Yunlan your home."