บท 1111: Deity Roll Call!

Swordsmanship was dead, but people were alive.

The swordsmanship in the mortal world was no worse than that in the Immortal World.

The power of moonlight from the skies surged and poured into the main hall, landing on Han Muye.

The entire hall, once silent, seemed to come alive.

Endless clear moonlight power surged out from the surrounding curtains.

This palace hall was specially built to harness the power of moonlight, capable of storing its energy.

At this moment, Han Muye activated the millennia-old moonlight stored within the hall, and it surged like an ocean.

Around him, the moonlight energy condensed into a crescent moon.

As the moonlight circulated and gathered, the green-yellow halo floating like a crescent moon kept increasing, turning from one to a thousand.

Thousands of Moonlight Blades floated and rotated with soft vibrations.

The sword light vibrated, and the moonlight was cold.