"Among these names, ninety-nine percent of them left their lives in Immortal Burial City."

Ninety-nine percent of the people's lives are left in Immortal Burial City!

Just this sentence made many people behind Han Muye change their expressions.

Ninety-nine percent means that of the more than 2,400 people, perhaps only a dozen of them can leave alive.

The Taoist who led Han Muye and the others into the city had a smile on his face and pointed forward: "Because of these names, whether they are alien beasts from the outside world or powerful men from the divine realm, they have never broken through from here and stepped into the Rain-covering Immortal Realm."

"You will carve your names on the stone wall of this city."

"This may be the only thing you can leave in the city."

After a pause, he said softly: "It is also your glory."

It is an honor to be able to carve one's name on the stone wall of Immortal Burial City.

At least, it is recognition of those who come here.

You came before.

Han Muye stepped forward and looked at the writing on the wall.

"In the Thirty-five Million Years of Fuyu Immortal Calendar, Yunhe Taoist Sect, Zhu Guangshou."

"Forty-five million eight thousand and sixty years of Fuyu Immortal Calendar, Blood War Sect, Lin Tong."

"Fifty-five million, three hundred and forty-one years of the Fuyu Immortal Calendar, Xuanling Sword Sect, Jin Hao."

…

Raising his hand, his palm touched these names.

The mottled marks on those names are full of depth.

This is glory.

It is an honor to leave your name in Immortal Burial City.

It is an honor to leave one's life in Immortal Burial City.

A green sword light appeared at the fingertips, and a writing was left on the wall.

"The sixty-four million and thirty-six hundredth year of Fuyu Immortal Calendar, Xuanling Sword Sect, Han Muye."

Behind him, elites from the Xuanling Sword Sect stepped forward and carved their names on the stone wall.

Xuanling Sword Sect Su Jian.

White picture of Xuanling Sword Sect.

Xuanling Sword Sect, Chen Sishui.

The Xuanling Sword Sect is Yu Shuling.

The Xuanling Sword Sect is bitter.

…

Zhao Chen walked forward hesitantly and leaned next to Han Muye: "Brother, um, do you want me to leave my name on this stone wall?"

"It's up to you." Han Muye retracted his arm and said calmly.

After hesitating, Zhao Chen retracted his body: "Forget it, I'm here to do business."

The Taoist who led them into the city didn't care. He led them on and started explaining aloud.

"The City of Buried Immortals should actually be called the City of Buried Gods."

"This name is our own and cannot be spread outside."

There was a hint of pride in the Taoist's voice: "This city is designed to resist those people from the God Realm who come hunting from time to time."

"This is where they are buried."

The entire Immortal Burial City occupies a huge area, larger than a state. It is more like a city than a barracks where a large army is gathered.

Three billion creatures from the Rain-covering Immortal Realm have formed military formations to live in this big city, offering their own strength to provide the city with the source of defensive formations.

As for the origin, it needs to be hunted and robbed.

When the Taoist named Wu Ji mentioned the origin, he raised his hand, and a golden divinity flashed in his palm.

"This is."

The energy of divine origin.

Half of Immortal Burial City was built in the cracks in the Zhoutian Divine Realm, so it can absorb divine power.

Zhao Chen looked at this divinity with bright eyes.

If this thing were transported to the Rain-Reflecting Immortal Realm, it would be priceless.

Any trace of it can cause competition among all parties.

After traveling thousands of miles, although the city is still continuous, it has become desolate.

Only a small part of the living beings in the Immortal Burial City come from various sects to support the stubborn immortal cultivators.

There are more creatures left behind in this city, multiplying from generation to generation.

Many powerful people from all sides chose to stay in the city and pass on the legacy.

According to Taoist Wu Ji, many strong men who once stationed in Immortal Burial City and later left would choose to come here to die when their cultivation path was cut off.

This is also one of the origins of the name of Immortal Burial City in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm.

"Who can let go of the land where blood has been spilled?" Wu Ji looked ahead and sighed softly.

In the sky ahead, streaks of light can already be seen oscillating.

Above the sky, divine light and fairy light roared.

Over there is the battlefield.

It can be seen that the divine light splitting the heaven and the earth seems to be able to smash the Immortal Burial City into pieces with every blow.

Looking at that half of the sky shining, sword lights appeared on many people.

However, Han Muye and the others did not go to the front line immediately.

According to what Wu Ji said, they still have ten days for repairs.

"The battle is dangerous, you guys, take care." Before leaving, Taoist Wu Ji held his hands in the air with a solemn expression.

Dangerous.

After today, goodbye, how many of these two thousand people will be alive?

Taoist Wu Ji left, leaving Han Muye and the Sword Sect reinforcements here to dry.

Even if every one of them is a strong Sword Immortal, and every one of them is an elite in the Sword Sect, in the eyes of the strong men here, they are just cannon fodder who are here to die.

Of the more than 2,000 people, not more than half can survive more than two months.

Behind Han Muye, the atmosphere was solemn.

"After ten days of training, we may be able to adapt to the power attributes of this place." The young swordsman not far behind Han Muye said in a low voice.

He is the Wind Spirit Sword Immortal Su Jian from the Xantian Palace. Because he knew that Han Muye had the inheritance of the Xantian Palace before, the relationship was naturally a little closer.

Moreover, the six of them formed a formation and cooperated tacitly, so they spoke with less restraint.

After hearing Su Jian's words, everyone else raised their heads.

The floating divine power is also a treasure to them. Absorbing it into the body can increase their physical strength and integrate the immortal energy.

But this also makes it difficult for them to adapt.

This is where it is difficult for them to fully exert their strength.

Many people had solemn expressions on their faces, feeling the pressure outside their bodies.

Ten days is enough to adapt to the power here, but if you want to fully utilize your combat power, it will take at least a year.

But how many of them can survive more than a year?

"Set up camp first." Han Muye said softly.

There are empty houses everywhere around, where you can live wherever you like.

But while stationed here, there are roaring sounds in the sky from time to time, and there are also divine and fairy lights intertwining, making it difficult to repair with peace of mind.

Even if you arrange for someone to be on duty, I'm afraid you won't be able to truly feel at ease.

Just practice it for ten days, let alone improve your combat effectiveness, it will be good without reducing it.

However, Han Muye pointed to the messy and empty wilderness ahead: "Zhao Chen, let them set up camp."

Set up camp.

Since a large army is gathering, it is natural to have its own camp.

Zhao Chen grinned and waved, and the immortal cultivators accompanying the army followed him.
To be continued...