1173 Iron Armor War Sect, Grand Formation
Zhao Pingyu raised his hand, and countless streams of golden light descended.

Outside Dongyuan City, the towering peaks became visible.

The mountains stood tall and rugged, covered with chaotic rocks and red flowers and trees resembling burning flames.

This was the second appearance of Dongyuan Mountain.

The first time was when Han Muye came to Dongyuan City and fought with the Three Streams Sword Immortal, Huang Huan, causing the mountains to tremble.

On that day, Sword Immortal Huang Huan comprehended his own sword path and left Dongyuan City.

Today, another expert in Dongyuan City was about to leave.

Standing on the stone steps outside the City Lord’s Mansion, the City Lord Su Zisheng revealed a complex expression as he let out a sigh.

He knew that this day would come.
In the end, all the cultivators in the world would have to go their own ways.

If they wanted to find his own Dao, they would have to leave.

“Boom!”

The world resounded with thunderous vibrations as the towering mountain transformed into a palm-sized, bluish stone with three peaks, landing in Zhao Pingyu’s palm.

This mountain was a precious treasure.

“Heh, big brother, I’ve lived in Dongyuan City for so many years, and I don’t have much to give you.”

Zhao Pingyu looked towards Dongyuan City, and with a tap of the blue stone in his hand, it split into three pieces.

He waved his sleeve, sending one of them towards Dongyuan City.

The mountain peak expanded to a 10,000-foot object in midair, suspended there.

“Ah, being a big brother, there’s not much I can give you. Sword Immortal Yunlan, as long as you can help our second brother find the inheritance of the Formation Dao predecessor, from now on, Dongyuan City will merge into Yunlan City and become its defense.”

Su Zisheng’s voice echoed, causing Zhao Pingyu to shiver.

Dongyuan City was Su Zisheng’s life’s work!

Han Muye nodded.

Back then, inviting Han Muye to Dongyuan City and directly offering so many treasures as an enticement had won the favor of many sword cultivators.

Today, for the promise made to Han Muye, he was even willing to stake Dongyuan City.

It was no wonder that Huang Huan and Zhao Pingyu were both willing to live in seclusion in Dongyuan City.

“Haha, I’m leaving.” Seeing Han Muye nod, Zhao Pingyu chuckled and turned into a breeze.

Han Muye followed suit, flying on his sword.

Outside Dongyuan City, in the thatched hut at the foot of Dongyuan Mountain, several Daoists in blue robes bowed lightly in the direction that Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu were leaving.

As they flew, Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu’s speed was exceptionally fast.

Zhao Pingyu was known as Zhao Qian Formation and had a deep understanding of teleportation formations.

He set up a few array formations in the Wasteland and activated the teleportation power of the surrounding cities.

In just 10 days, the two of them had traversed the entire wasteland and arrived at the edge of the Yunteng Wasteland, not far from the Bitter Immortal Realm.

Despite the vast desolation, there were many deserts, and under the scorching sun, the light appeared ethereal.

Several giant beasts lay around, their surging vitality indicating their strength.

“Yunlan Sword Immortal, since this area borders the Bitter Immortal Realm, it’s best not to hunt and kill these monsters,” Zhao Pingyu pointed to those leisurely giant beasts. “These are the blood sources raised in the Bitter Immortal Realm.”

Blood food, food.

Many demon tribes didn’t like directly devouring monsters with the same bloodline; instead, they raised them, then extracted and refined their bloodline’s power.

“The Blood Battle Sect likes to sweep through the borders of the Bitter Immortal Realm and hunt demons there for training.”

Han Muye’s gaze landed on the huge skeleton on the mountain not far away.

It was obvious that the bodies of these mutated beasts that had yet to rot away had traces of the Blood Battle Sect’s killing power on them.

“Boom!”

In the distance, a rumble sounded.

“Yunlan Sword Immortal, let’s not—” Before Zhao Pingyu could finish speaking, he saw a faint fighting spirit rising from Han Muye and shook his head with a bitter smile.

“I was wrong. I’m an array cultivator. I always retreat.”

His words made Han Muye smile.

“Haha, it’s rare for me to see the experts of the Blood Battle Sect and the Iron Armor Battle school fight. I should take a look.” Han Muye had encountered a few experts of the Blood Battle Sect, including the Three Streams Sword Immortal, Huang Huan.

The Blood Battle Sect only wanted to win, to win every battle.

Han Muye had never seen an expert from the Iron Armor War Sect.

This large sect kept a low profile and monopolized the seven states, but it did not have much interaction with the other sects.

As far as Han Muye knew, the main force of the Iron Armor War Sect was held back in Soul-Severing Valley.

Of these three lands in the Fuyu Immortal World, only Soul-Severing Valley was supported by the strength of a family.

The other Immortal Burial City and Dripping Blood Cliff were jointly controlled by the various sects of the Fuyu Immortal Realm.

According to the memories of Golden Immortal Shu Ming’s sword, the Immortal World opposite the Soul-Severing Valley also focused on Body Tempering and had powerful physical strength.

Be it the Dao Sect or the Sword Sect, it was strenuous to fight against them. Only the Iron Armor War Sect, which also cultivated the Body Tempering Dao, could withstand them.

Because the Iron Armor War Sect held a solitary position in a forbidden area, during normal times, other sects didn’t engage in conflicts with them.

“Boom!”

In the distance, a thunderous sound echoed.

This was at least a battle between two Heaven Immortal experts.

Observing such a battle between experts was very beneficial to cultivators of the same realm.

Seeing Han Muye leave on his sword, Zhao Pingyu became interested. He raised his hand and landed a green mountain under his feet, while the other hung above his head. Then he took a step and disappeared.

After flying for a hundred miles, he saw Han Muye hovering quietly in front of him.

At this moment, Han Muye’s eyes were shining as he looked at the two figures fighting in the Wasteland below.

On the other side was a burly man more than 10 feet tall, half-clad in greenish-black armor, and bare-handed. Every punch he threw shook the mountains and rivers.