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This sword embryo, isn't it the one that Han Muye refined in that illusion?
Could the sword embryo be taken out of the illusion?
Turning his head to look around, Zhang Yuan's face showed a smile.
This was still an illusion, but not the one from before.
Which meant, the sword embryo was real.
Clasping the sword embryo, faint sword intent seeped in, and memories surfaced.
This sword embryo was indeed the one he had forged by hand.
The Eternal Sword Platform, interesting...
The sword divides into two edges, just as justice serves two causes.
Between reality and illusion, to reach such levels is clearly creation!
Only the power of the Realm of the Creator, even its highest levels, could materialize objects from the illusion out of thin air.
Holding the sword embryo, Han Muye walked straight ahead.
"General!"
"General!"
Shouts of the soldiers came one after another.
Looking down, he saw his clothes had transformed into black armor.