บท 2313: 1069, antique

In the back courtyard of the Nine Mysteries Dao, Daoist Hu Yu led a group of disciples, their expressions grave as they waited.

"Hu Yu, you are seeking death,"

not far away, Qin Yue, who was bound by steel ropes, roared in anger.

Despite his serious injuries, the rage on his face could not be concealed.

On the other side, Taoist Pan Ping of the Light Spirit Taoist Sect was sitting still with a cold face and a stern expression.

Daoist Hu Yu remained silent, only shifting his gaze to where Han Muye was residing, not too far away.

The nervous faces of the other disciples also turned to look in the same direction.

This time, whether the Nine Mysteries Dao could survive depended on Han Muye's strength.

"Old Ancestor, please, don't let the Nine Mysteries Dao's inheritance be completely lost…" Wu Mingjue muttered to himself, squatting on the stone steps.

Inside the chamber, Han Muye looked at the pile of Source Stones in front of him, his eyes shimmering with divine light.