Beyond the void, in the hazy giant tower.

Inside a huge hall, there was a tall purple Xuanmen, exuding bursts of spatial fluctuations. This gate seems to be connected to this hall, but it seems to have no connection with it, and the feeling of being separated is very strange.

And in front of the Xuanmen, a black streamer continued to fly up and down, and as it swam in the void, it continued to exude a sharp aura, which seemed to be full of spirituality.

Faintly, the speed at which this black streamer flew seemed to be slightly slower, allowing people to see its true appearance, which was a black flying knife with a flickering cold light.

Spiritual weapon, soul breaker!

It was obviously the spiritual weapon that Ye Han had just thrown into the Xuanmen and used to explore the way. Although it is too extravagant to use a spirit weapon to explore the way, and it will be lost if you are not careful, but what can carry Ye Han's divine thoughts through the void and let him explore some scenes here can only be done by a spirit weapon-level treasure.

As the lilac gate suddenly rippled round after circle, a soft purple light spread out from it, as if it was about to reflect the whole hall into a sea of purple.

And when the light subsided, a white-haired figure stood in front of the door.

White hair, green clothes, handsome face, holding a sword. Obviously, it was Ye Han, who was manipulating the Martial King Dao Body, who came here.

As soon as Ye Han appeared, the black flying knife returned to his hand like a milk swallow returning to the nest, and one after another sword qi spread out from his body, although it did not expand the sword dao domain, but the sword qi of this protective body should not be underestimated.

After going through the hardships along the way, after Ye Han mastered the Martial King Dao Body, all the unruly things that had grown in his heart had been smoothed out.

The Jade God Sect is an ancient sect, maybe in that era, the realm of the Martial King was not at its peak, and maybe the means left here could kill a king.

Although Ye Han had full confidence in the Heavenly Corpse puppet he had refined, if he was too blind, he would be arrogant.

Ye Han's gaze fell to all corners of this hall, although no one had set foot here for thousands of years, there was still not much dust accumulated in the space within this divine tower.

This is the seventh floor of the tower, but it is very wide, and the whole presents the image of a towering hall, which is between the walls of the temple but there is no portal towering.

Only in this great hall is a mysterious gate that radiates light.

Obviously, this hall is the seventh-floor Divine Tower space, and this Xuanmen is the only way to enter here.

Although all the bright Xuanming lampstands in all directions of this hall have been extinguished, making this hall look much more dim, but these little darkness can't stop Ye Han's gaze.

It's just that after his gaze swept around, the flatness in his eyes disintegrated in an instant, and even his usually calm expression set off a storm.

What did he see?

A series of figures sat in the center of the main hall, which seemed to be a platform containing divine power, and twelve old men in luxurious purple robes sat on the first place, looking peaceful.

And in front of them, dense figures sat on top of one utuan after another, holding the Dao seals in their hands, and their hearts were facing the sky, as if they were listening to the teachings of the elders.

This is a terrifyingly large dojo, much larger than the dojo dedicated to Xuanmen under the sea of sand, Ye Han stood at the edge of the main hall, with his eyes, this dojo has extended thousands of zhang away.

On top of that utuan, there were at least a thousand figures. These figures were men and women, dressed in white robes or green shirts, some with handsome faces, and some extremely ugly.

But no matter who it was, they all closed their eyes tightly, and they didn't seem to notice Ye Han's arrival, and their faces were flat and indifferent, without any fluctuations.

When Ye Han looked into the distance, he had already let go of his soul power to perceive the surrounding world.

But when the soul power swept by, he didn't feel any breath of life, and the figure that was densely coiled on top of the utuan no longer contained any vitality, and it was obvious that he had been sitting for many years.

Thousands of corpses of warriors! And the cultivation is very good!

The true intent of the sword path contained in Ye Han's Dao body trembled slightly at this moment, and the feeling was like meeting an opponent in chess, full of fiery battle intent.

When Ye Han noticed the abnormal rhythm of the Dao rhyme in his body, he gathered the power of the sword path on his eyes, making his gaze almost turn into a 10,000-year-old sword, and the sharp qi was pregnant in it, which was very compelling.

The sword loomed, reflecting Zhou Tian. In this vast and towering hall, Ye Han seemed to see several huge figures entrenched in the void.

The shadows stayed in the void, condensed but not dispersed, some were not even chengren, but they exuded a huge aura, as if they were suppressing this space, and they also seemed to be unwilling to collapse like this.

With the sword light looming in Ye Han's eyes, if there was an initiation king standing here at this time, he would find that an inexplicable aura seemed to manifest above Ye Han's head at this time, vibrating above the void, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a divine sword that penetrated heaven and earth.

The aura of the sword path filled the heavens and the earth, this was the manifestation of the sword avenue, and it was even purer than the sword dao law domain that Ye Han had once unfolded.

Shadow of the Avenue!

For any Martial King of the Dao, this is nothing, this is the embodiment of the Great Dao they perceive reflected between heaven and earth, the clearer the image of the Great Dao, the more profound his comprehension of the true meaning of this Dao.

This is equivalent to the royal way of law compared to ordinary martial kings, the clearer the law, the more exquisite the cultivation. The top martial king even condensed the law phase to a realm close to substance, harnessing the power of the law phase to attack foreign enemies.

It's just that the royal path of the law is born with the cultivation of its master, which attracts the power of heaven and earth, and when the king's cultivation is dispersed, the law phase will naturally be dimmed.

But the shadow of the avenue is different, it is the hazy rules between heaven and earth, once it is understood, it will be imprinted, even if the king who entered the Dao is seated, the shadow of his avenue can still survive for tens of millions of years.

That is the trace left by the rules of the world on the top martial artists, and naturally it will not disintegrate with the passage of time.

Just like the fallen Dugu Sword King engraved his life's perception of the way of the sword on the sword of the Qing Ming Dao, the traces of the sword engraved on this sword, even after hundreds of years, still have not been dim at all.

When the spirit in this sword has accumulated enough savings, it can even show the demeanor of this sword king during his lifetime.

This is also the reason why the Martial King of the Dao will gather his life's perception of the Great Dao and condense the Dao seal when he is about to sit down. The avenue is not dispersed, and the Dao seal that has been gathered naturally has not collapsed, and staying in the sect can not only shade the descendants of the sect, but also protect the sect for hundreds of generations.

Now in front of Ye Han's eyes, the few phantoms gathered in the void did not have the martial arts coercion that oppressed the world above the royal Dao Law Phase, but the rhythm that rippled out of them was even more terrifying than the Royal Dao Law Phase.

That is the manifestation of the rules of the world, and only those who are truly in contact with the origin of the Great Dao can perceive the terrifying power contained in these shadows, which are all traces of the Great Dao left after the fall of the Martial King of the Dao.