Sujiao pondered for a moment and nodded, "Since you and I are so close, it's okay to leave this little matter to me. I'll send a Shinto clone to protect your Spark inheritance."
A relieved smile appeared on Mubai's face and he said: "This way I have nothing to worry about. Thank you, senior."
Sujiao waved his hand and said: "You don't have to be so polite to me about these little things. I really hope that you can finally pass the test and join my Heavenly Soul Palace. Your new life will start from here."
Mu Bai nodded.
The two continued to chat.
It wasn't until the sunset was almost disappearing at the end of the horizon that Sujiao got up and left.
In the following time, Mubai continued to stay on this hillside for ten years, watching the changes of the four seasons in front of him, looking at the stars in the day, as if searching for the answer to the mist deep in his heart that he had not yet understood.
"What a laid-back guy."
There was a flash of silver light, and a supreme cultivator with snow-white wings, wearing a shining silver cloak and robe, carrying a two-meter-long silver-white divine sword behind him, was suspended in front of the white hillside.
His face shrouded under the cloak was covered by a layer of black mist, making it difficult to see his appearance clearly. His aura was slightly disordered, but he still had a strong fighting capacity.
He folded his hands in front of his chest, looked at Mu Bai very calmly and seriously, and continued: "I remember you, the only guy in the rest area who has been cultivating the breath of the Supreme Realm for about a hundred years. I didn't expect that you would be the first to enter this place.
The suspended island on the tenth floor is really quite ironic and humorous to say."
Mubai spat out the foxtail grass in his mouth, stood up slowly, straightened his back and looked at the supreme practitioner calmly, smiling: "It is indeed a very humorous irony, just because you don't take me seriously. I
I have been waiting for you here for a whole thousand years, so get ready to start the competition."
The breath of the supreme cultivator suddenly became chaotic for a moment, and the surrounding air suddenly solidified, "Are you deceiving me?"
Mu Bai smiled and said: "If you think it is necessary for me to deceive you, then yes."
The Supreme Practitioner said in shock: "This is impossible."
Mu Bai said calmly: "Even if it is impossible, I will enter the tenth level of the suspended island before you. I am Hongmeng Supreme, Mu Bai. Tell me your name."
The supreme practitioner immediately took a breath of cold air, and after a long time, he slowly said: "Supreme Yu Fan."
Mu Bai nodded, showed the Supreme Holy Sword and the Dragon-Slaying Saber, and smiled lightly, "If this competition is a humorous irony, then you are destined to be a tragedy."
The words fell.
He no longer hid any strength, and displayed a nine-kilometer-high all-seeing golden body. The three Shinto mysteries of wind, thunder, and earth were blessed on the Supreme Holy Sword. The three Shinto mysteries of water, wood, and fire were blessed on the Dragon-Slaying Sword.
With two intertwined sword lights and sword shadows, he slashed directly at Yu Fan Supreme.
Supreme Yu Fan was shocked. Seeing the light and shadow of the sword slashing at him, the majestic milky-white light of divine power suddenly poured out of his body, condensing into a light and shadow thousands of meters high.
The light and shadow waved the divine sword in their hands, directly tearing open the space in front of them, and brought a terrifying shock wave towards Mu Bai's sword and sword shadow.
As soon as the two started fighting, their strongest attacks and divine powers clashed.
Boom!
The divine power contained in the light and shadow of Mu Bai's sword was so huge that with just one blow, the sword wave struck by Supreme Yu Fan was shattered and struck at the edge of his divine sword.
The divine light condensed by Supreme Yu Fan was impacted by a huge force from the divine sword in his hand. The divine light shook violently, and the divine sword in his hand was almost knocked away, and the entire figure was directly blown thousands of meters away.