The light did not last long, and after only a few dozen breaths, it quietly disappeared, the earth returned to calm, and the chaotic power of heaven and earth returned to normal.

However, the mood of the Sword Saint powerhouses could not be calmed for a long time.

"Then, it seems to be the North Abyss Fog Plain, right?" After a long time, an old man looked at the direction where the previous light appeared and said with a solemn expression.

"Where else could it be but the North Abyss Fog Plain. Another old man said with a wry smile.

The others were silent, but they didn't refute it. Because the laws of the Holy Court Continent are incomplete, it is difficult to improve the strength after reaching the Sword Saint, so basically all the Sword Saints, after consolidating their cultivation, will go to the North Abyss Fog Plain to perceive the opportunity at the intersection of the two laws of heaven and earth. If Mu Hanyan hadn't had an accident in his previous life because he had just been promoted to Sword Saint, he would have embarked on such a path.

Therefore, they were no strangers to the Northern Abyss Fog Plain, and after a brief shock, it was easy to tell where the light was appearing.

"Holy Lord, could it be that the spatial seals of the Holy Court Continent and the God Continent still can't be repaired after all?"

Although the royal families of various countries have been quite critical of what the Holy Court has done in the past few hundred years, and they have long been on guard in secret, the Holy Court is still indispensable to the peace of the Holy Court Continent for millions of years, so they still maintain due respect and respect for the Holy Lord.

That's why I rushed back this time. The Holy Lord smiled bitterly, and then said, "Although I have done my best, I can only temporarily continue the speed of the seal shattering, but I can't completely repair it, like the previous situation, I am afraid that there will be more and more in the future." ”

Only then did Mu Hanyan know why the Holy Lord had only appeared now, it turned out that he had gone to the North Abyss Mist Source to repair the spatial seal, but it seemed that the result was not ideal.

"What!" Listening to the Holy Lord's words, the other people's faces changed drastically.

The reappearance of the underworld was originally a harbinger of the shattering of the spatial seal of the Holy Court Continent and the Great Exodus of God, but although the crisis of the reappearance of the underworld was immediate, it was far less severe than the crisis caused by the shattering of the spatial seal.

After all, except for the Hades King, the other Hades beasts can barely deal with it, and they can also find a way to reseal the Hades, but once the spatial seal between the two continents is broken, none of them can do anything.

After all, this seal was jointly laid by the Divine Guardian back then, and the Divine Guardian at that time was far more powerful than the current cultivators. Not to mention them, even if Mu Hanyan and other bloodline awakened descendants of the gods guards, limited by the incompleteness of the laws of heaven and earth, the highest achievements cannot be compared with the gods of the past.

I thought that this time the Holy Lord personally went to the Northern Abyss Fog Plain, even if he couldn't completely repair the seal, at least he could protect the Holy Court Continent for ten thousand years, who would have thought that he would come back with his front foot, and with the back foot, the seal would break again, and with the chaotic power of heaven and earth gushing out from the crack, even they, the powerhouses of the Sword Saint Realm, were greatly affected.

"Holy Lord, what should we do next? Is that seal really irreparable?" an old man asked.

Everyone else looked at the Lord at the same time.

"Why there are twelve saints in the Holy Court, you probably don't know very well, right?" the Holy Lord asked.

Everyone looked at the Holy Lord in confusion, not understanding why he had suddenly mentioned the Twelve Saints.

"Back then, although there were a large number of divine guardians who had formed seals in the Holy Court Continent, there were only twelve people who played a central role, and when they fell, each of them left their own inheritance, and only with the bloodline of the god's guardian could they have the opportunity to get their inheritance, and only by getting their inheritance could they repair the seal they had laid. The Holy Lord said.

"Isn't there twelve saints in the Holy Court, can't we let them inherit the inheritance left by the guardians of the twelve gods right away?" said an anxious old man.

"If it's that simple, why would I run it myself? That inheritance is like the bloodline of the gods' guardianship, and every time it is passed down from generation to generation, it will be thinner by a few points. Unfortunately, we did not realize this at first, and as soon as a god's guardian passed away, we immediately looked for a new god's guardian, and by about 100,000 years ago, the inheritance of this god's guardian had become extremely thin.

Finding that something was wrong, the later Holy Lord immediately changed his strategy, and he would not easily inherit it until he had to do so. Therefore, in the past 100,000 years, there have only been three people who have been able to inherit them, a total of thirty-six people, but even so, the inheritance they left behind is still thin to the limit, and at most there is only one last chance to inherit.

In other words, if the last twelve saints could not reach the strength of those ancient powerhouses, even if the seal was temporarily repaired, at most ten thousand years, the Holy Court would still be unable to escape the catastrophe. The Holy Lord said helplessly.

After hearing his words, everyone was silent. Although I don't know what the inheritance left by those god guardians is, but guess and you will know, it must not be as simple as a notebook, it should be some kind of strange magic that can be used directly once inherited, or a unique talent that can't even be comprehended by bloodline awakening, otherwise there would not be such divine power.

To put it mildly, the strength of the people present is already the pinnacle of the Holy Court Continent, but they can't leave such a legacy, once a person dies, all the cultivation techniques are extinguished like a candle, even if they leave some notes and experiences, it is difficult for future generations to understand, after all, the strength is at this point, everyone has their own kendo perception, not to mention just some notes and experiences, even if they teach by hand, others may not be able to master it.

Unless the last twelve saints have the strength to match them after inheriting the inheritance of those ancient powerhouses, and then continue this inheritance, even if they temporarily repair the seal, at most ten thousand years, the seal will be broken again, and without the descendants of the inheritance, even if the same bloodline awakens, it will be difficult to escape the catastrophe after all.

However, how easy is it to have that kind of strength? Even the Holy Lord himself probably doesn't have that kind of strength.

It was precisely for this reason that he went to the Northern Abyss Fog Plains in person, and did not dare to risk this last chance.

"This is not good, that is not good, you can't just wait for death, I think, you can only let the twelve saints try. Lu Nianxin said.

Mu Hanyan now knows where his neat and neat style of acting comes from, which he inherited from his grandmother. Grandma's words are exactly what she thinks.

Looking ahead and thinking about it, it is inevitable that it will be chaotic in the end. In the absence of any choice, there is only hope if you give it a go, otherwise there will be no last glimmer of hope.