Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Even the Four-Tailed Purple Leopard was weak and illusory.

Fortunately, the sword formation was set up.

Han Muye heaved a sigh of relief himself.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the suppressed demons below.

When his soul merged with the sword formation, he could sense further.

The sword formation was known as Heavenly Cycle. It could already nurture the Great Dao. With the power of the Dao, it could suppress the galaxy.

Suddenly, Han Muye trembled.

"Senior, do you mean to let me see the situation underwater?"

He said softly.

Just as his divine sense merged into the sword formation, a divine sense came from the sky.

Kui Horn.

The Kui Horn allowed him to probe the bottom of the sea with his divine sense to see what was going on there.

This Almighty would not speak like this for no reason.

Han Muye nodded and did not hesitate. His spiritual sense fused with the sword light and quietly guided it into the sea.

300 feet.

The sea was dark and had freezing power to suppress the soul.

Fortunately, Han Muye\'s soul power did not mobilize his own strength, but fused with the soul of the Kui Horn in the sky. All the pressure was resisted by the Kui Horn.

He only focused on guiding the sword light to the bottom of the sea.

30,000 feet.

At this point, one could see the mountain ranges that stretched under the sea.

On the mountain range, the carcasses of the Tiger Shark Clan were piled up.

There were also many Spiritual Armored Demons moving these carcasses.

Too many of the Tiger Shark Clan had been killed and their carcasses had yet to be moved.

It turned out that these Spiritual Armored Fish Demons had gathered here because they had surrounded and killed the Tiger Shark Clan not long ago.

At the bottom of the sea, the sword light circulated and paused for a moment before turning towards the shore.

Han Muye activated his soul power, and the sword light instantly covered a hundred miles.

At this moment, even his expression changed.

Beneath the Desolate Wilderness were densely packed Spiritual Armored Fish Demons!

Endless!

Most of them were below the Earth Realm, and many of them did not even have intelligence.

However, this endless group of fish demons really made one\'s heart turn cold.

As he shuttled through the endless fish demons, Han Muye\'s sword light could barely hold on.

He took a deep breath, and the divine soul sword in his divine treasure separated into a golden light and entered the Heavenly Cycle Sword Formation.

A golden light flashed on the sword formation.

With this sword light, Han Muye\'s soul explored another thousand miles underwater.

"Buzz!"

With a bang, Han Muye\'s face turned pale.

The sword formation in front of him shook and almost collapsed.

A deafening roar came from the sky, and a black bull horn appeared.

Han Muye slowly turned around and stared at He Tianzhen. "Duan Jiuxiao, is he the divine beast, Baxia?"

He Tianzhen nodded and asked curiously, "You have his inheritance. Why don\'t you know that he has the bloodline of the Divine Beast, Baxia?"

Han Muye did not answer. Instead, he continued, "You said that he left the Ten Thousand Demons Secret Realm?"

He Tianzhen nodded again. "Before that guy left, he kept nagging about how he wanted me to stay here peacefully. When he\'s done with the Immortal Source World, he\'ll come back…"

At this point, He Tianzhen\'s expression slowly turned solemn as he stared at Han Muye. "What did you see at the bottom of the sea?"

If he hadn\'t seen anything, Han Muye wouldn\'t have asked so many questions.

Taking a deep breath, Han Muye said in a low voice, "I saw the carcass of the Divine Beast, Baxia carrying the entire wilderness."

He carried the Desolate Wilderness on his back.

Divine Beast, Baxia\'s carcass.

He Tianzhen stood there in a daze.

"He\'s gone. I saw him break through the void with my own eyes.

"He took a pair of my wings and said that he will give me a pair of roc wings when he goes to the Immortal Source World.

"He told me to wait. He\'ll definitely come back…"

Han Muye raised his hand, and in his palm was a black iron plate.

"Ten Thousand Demons Token…"

He Tianzhen looked at the metal plate and muttered.

"The Ten Thousand Demons Token is imprinted the forehead of the divine beast, Baxia. When I was investigating just now, Senior Kui helped me get it."

It was a giant turtle of an unknown size. Its eyes were wide open, and its four flippers were propped up. It carried the Desolate Wilderness on its back.

The giant turtle was surrounded by a barrier formed by blood qi. It was resisting being devoured by countless Spiritual Armored Fish Demons.

This was what Han Muye\'s soul saw at the bottom of the deep sea.

He looked up at the sky silently.

"Woo—"

The horn sounded long and mournful.

At this moment, it was as if the entire Desolate Wilderness was filled with sorrow.

Countless demons prostrated on the ground.

"Do you think that those big ancient demons will not wake up? Are they just like the divine beast, Baxia?"

Han Muye spoke softly.

He Tianzhen looked lost and shook his head. "I don\'t know…"

He didn\'t know.

Han Muye looked down at the iron plate in his palm, then clenched his fists.

Sword qi poured in.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the scene of tens of thousands of beasts galloping and the sky collapsing appeared in his mind.

Countless demon beasts lived freely in the vast world.

In the sky, phoenixes and dragons circled. On the ground, any mountain-like demon was a divine beast.

This was the Desolate Wilderness Realm.

Up above, a huge bell that blotted out the sky flashed with golden light.

The Demon Gathering Bell of the Desolate Wilderness. It was a divine artifact that existed when the world was born.

This treasure could condense the demon bloodline and maintain the purity of the bloodline power. It was the number one treasure in the Desolate Wilderness.

With this treasure, the Desolate Realm could be passed down for countless years. Its bloodline was pure and invincible.

Until one day, countless immortals surged over and attacked the desolate world.

In this battle, the world collapsed and the Demon Gathering Bell shattered.

The young descendant of the demon race was protected by the divine beast Kui, Baxia who kept sinking in shattered ground.

After countless pursuits, the Kui\'s body was shattered.

In the end, Baxia carried this broken world and landed in the dark endless sea.

The Desolate Wilderness was too heavy. The divine beast, Baxia could only rely on its remaining strength to support the broken world.

100,000 years later, the divine beast Baxia could no longer hold on and its soul shattered.

A matured divine beast slumbered in its own body and sent its soul into Baxia\'s body for another 3,000 years.

3,000 years passed one after another.

The divine beasts were asleep.

Their bloodline spread from the secret ground to the surrounding worlds.

Perhaps their bloodlines were already so thin that they were almost nonexistent, but these bloodlines were not cut off.

It was just like the inheritances in the Heavenly Mystic World. No matter who received the inheritance, it was fine as long as the inheritance was still there.

This was the wisdom and magnanimity of those Grand Cultivators.

Duan Jiuxiao\'s true form was the divine beast, the Cloud Sky Sparrow. He possessed the ability to change his form and speed.

The divine beast, the Cloud Sky Sparrow, had an active personality and liked to travel the world.

He transformed into Baxia\'s bloodline and traveled everywhere.

The reason why he traveled all over the world was to find out if the divine beast bloodline in the various worlds had grown and could take over the task of carrying the Desolate Wilderness.

In the end, as the last remaining divine beast, he returned to the Desolate Wilderness and took over the mission of carrying the Desolate Wilderness.

This lasted for 6,000 years.

Yes.

There was no longer an ancient divine beast in the Desolate Wilderness. Duan Jiuxiao had destroyed his own soul and physical body. With his consignment to eternal damnation, the Desolate Wilderness survived for 6,000 years.

"Is it worth it…?"

Holding the iron plate, Han Muye whispered.

"Hehe, what\'s worth it?"

A voice sounded in Han Muye\'s divine treasure.

Dressed in a black robe, he had a rough face and crafty eyes. He was Duan Jiuxiao, the Demon Venerable of all beasts.

"Does living a long life have to be worth it? Is living a short life not worth it?"

Duan Jiuxiao\'s apparition spread out his hands and shook his head. "We are carrying the glory of the desolation. It is our own belief."

Faith, glory.

Just like the disciples on the Nine Mystic Mountain and the impassioned Confucian scholars in the Central Continent.

Although they were weaklings in the eyes of the great cultivators, they were willing to die for their beliefs and glory.

If there was no conviction in his heart, then living might really be of no value.

Han Muye nodded quickly.

"Kid, do me a favor."

Duan Jiuxiao\'s voice sounded once more.

"The Spiritual Armored Fish Demon Clan has countless experts behind them. Their goal is the entire the Desolate Galaxy.

"We can\'t let them get the token.

"Because the Ten Ten Thousand Demons Token is a fragment of the Demon Gathering Bell. If they sense it, they will be able to find the Desolation Galaxy and the Desolate Wilderness."

Taking a deep breath, Duan Jiuxiao said in a low voice, "He Tianzhen can break through the void. Take the Ten Thousand Demons Token and leave this place."

Leave with the Ten Thousand Demons Token.

In the divine treasure, the phantom dissipated.

This was Duan Jiuxiao\'s final instruction.

Han Muye looked down at the churning sea.

Black-Armored Fish Demons rushed out of the water one after another.