Chapter 1478 - 1478 Is This the Origin of the Calamity? (2)

The combat power of the enlightened beast may be at the bottom among divine beasts, but its defensive power is top-notch.

In the ancient chaotic era, many big cities had enlightened beasts guarding their gates.

“Perhaps, it’s not just about capturing enlightened beasts to be sacred beasts.” Han Muye shook his head.

“I’ll set out in three months, let’s go together with the Patriarch of the Changkong tribe.” Without further probing into the human tribe’s plans, Han Muye changed the subject.

Mu Changkong nodded and said, “Good, I’ll gather the strong members of the tribe and head to the wilderness together in three months.”

Speaking of this, he said in a deep voice, “If there’s a chance, please assist me, Muye.”

Han Muye nodded and said with a smile, “If I can help Patriarch Changkong step into the true spirit realm, I’ll naturally do my best.”

Mu Changkong’s cultivation had already reached the Ninth Layer of Essence Spirit, just one step away from entering the realm of True Spirit.

Over the years, his relationship with Han Muye had become close. Besides valuing Han Muye’s talent and potential, he also wanted to leverage Han Muye’s strength.

Not only had Han Muye awakened the Golden Crow bloodline, but he also had the care of the Vast Heaven Golden Crow. It was normal for Mu Changkong to place his future on him.

After sending Mu Changkong off, Han Muye’s aura gradually became silent.

Behind him, a dark purple Golden Crow phantom appeared.

Mu Changkong wanted to improve his cultivation and enter the realm of True Spirit, and so did Han Muye.

“After suppressing it for so long, it’s time to break through.” With a soft voice, the Golden Crow’s essence spirit disappeared. His figure moved and he had already walked out of the hall.

“Daniu.”

Han Muye shouted softly.

In the distance, a majestic figure flew over.

Zeng Daniu, the current Ci Yuan, was the young patriarch of the Black Bear Clan.

Five years ago, he finally awakened his memories.

However, he accepted his identity in the Great Desolate Ruins Realm.

The current him was still Ci Yuan, the young patriarch of the Sandal Ridge Black Bear Clan, who had followed Han Muye in refining weapons.

With the bloodline of the Black Bear Clan, his physical strength kept increasing. Now that he was at the seventh level of the Essence Spirit Realm, his physical strength had reached an unimaginable level.

Even the black tiger did not dare to face his strength head-on.

“Let’s go, pay a visit to the Residing Cloud Mountain.”

Residing Cloud Mountain was the forest where the Black Tiger lived.

This mountain stretched for tens of thousands of miles, housing many exotic beasts, including powerful divine beasts.

The Great Desolate had always been the world of divine beasts.

These exotic and divine beasts were the true masters of the Great Desolate.

“Okay.” Ci Yuan, carrying a large hammer, grinned and agreed.

The two of them ran quickly and entered a hundred miles into the mountain in a moment.

“Black Cloud.”

Han Muye shouted in a low voice.

“Roar—”

In the distance, a black tiger flew over.

There was a condensed essence spirit on the black tiger.

The power of a peak seventh-stage essence spirit could fight against experts of the eighth or even ninth-stage.

In the past 50 years, its cultivation had progressed rapidly.

But all of this was due to Han Muye’s help; otherwise, such progress would have been impossible.

“Swoosh—”

In mid-air, three golden birds spread their wings and flew towards them, much faster than the black tiger.

Three golden-winged birds spread their wings and circled above Han Muye’s head.

These three golden-winged birds were raised by the big bird that Han Muye had exchanged for the Golden-winged Falling Snow Grass.

Now, they were probably closer to Han Muye than their own mother.

Who asked Han Muye to give them pills when he was free?

However, this little thing that had been around for more than 50 years had already reached the peak of the fifth level of the Essence Spirit Realm. Its bloodline had completely awakened, and it still had a trace of the power of the Golden-Winged Roc.

Even the black tiger was envious of such an improvement.

The golden-winged bird that lived on the cliff no longer cared about the three little fellows. It let them run to the Han Mountain Clan for no reason.

“Alright, I’ll take the three of you on this trip.”

Looking at the three circling birds, Han Muye chuckled.

He flew into the air and landed on the back of a golden bird.

“Jin One, let’s go.”

He shouted, and the golden-winged bird carrying him spread its wings and flew high.

Below, Ciyuan scratched his head and muttered, “Master, how did you recognize that it’s Jin One? Which one of you is Jin Two, and which one is Jin Three?”

Beside him, Black Tiger growled and turned to leave.

Ci Yuan chuckled and quickly followed.

Everyone moved forward. Three large golden birds circled in the sky.

“Kill—”

After advancing three hundred miles, Ciyuan fought with a tall yellow-striped lion covered in patterns that looked like rust.

This was an exotic beast called the Iron Pattern Lion, relying on a mane comparable to gold and iron for strong defense.

Unfortunately, it encountered the powerful Ci Yuan and his war hammer.

With a strike of the war hammer, a 30-foot-wide crater appeared on the ground.

Every time Ci Yuan brandished his war hammer, the whistling sound of the wind made the black tiger’s legs tremble.

If this big hammer hit him, his bones would shatter instantly.

Ciyuan didn’t use many techniques in the Thunderous Hammer Method.

This was specially created for him by Han Muye, making use of his tremendous strength. The techniques were continuous, leaving no chance for the opponent to escape within the hammer shadows.

After three Thunderous Hammer strikes, the sky was filled with hammer shadows, and the Iron Pattern Lion was already dizzy.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ci Yuan let go of the warhammer and grabbed the mane on the lion’s head.

“Bang!”

A big fist hit the lion’s forehead.

The black tiger turned its head, unable to bear watching anymore.

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

….

After a quarter of an hour, dragging the regrettable body of the Iron Pattern Lion, Ci Yuan walked forward with large strides.

Originally, he wanted to subdue this still sturdy lion as a mount, but unfortunately, it refused to yield.

Had to kill it.

If he got hungry on the way, he could eat the meat.