However, the power of the rules here was faint, and it couldn't really reverse life and death.
"Don't dawdle. Since you've already come to the Holy Land, come with us," a black-armored cultivator with a long spear under the stone platform shouted.
A group of soldiers guarded more than 10 cultivators who were already standing in front.
"Haha, Fellow Daoists, stop daydreaming. Let's go."
"The opportunity is right in front of us, why act foolish?"
Those cultivators all laughed and spoke.
They probably looked the same when they came to the Holy Land.
Han Muye remained silent, leading Han Qi down the stone platform and walking forward with those practitioners, following the black-armored soldiers.
After walking for more than ten miles, everyone was brought to a chaotic cliff of rocks.
This cliff was green and black, with a hint of blood.
There were small caves all over the cliff.