Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Countless voices sounded, turning into a tsunami that rushed into the sky.

“Boom!”

Cloud waves surged, and waves surged into the sky. The sound waves spread for thousands of miles!

“Sword cultivators will never admit defeat,” a great cultivator muttered, his eyes shining.

“Never admit defeat. It’s easy to lose. It’s easy to let go of the sword in your hand. It’s easy to bend down and lower your head…” A down-and-out sword cultivator stood by the shore and looked at the surging waves as he whispered softly.

It was easy to give up. It was easy to admit his failure.

But if he didn’t give it his all, why would he admit defeat?

The victor had yet to be determined, so why should he admit defeat?

“Boom!”

On the stone wall, the sword vibrated, and the cliff that was like a heavenly wall shattered into pieces.

The stone wall that blocked Han Muye’s Primordial Spirit Sword shattered.

At this moment, almost all the sword cultivators who were paying attention to this place heaved a sigh of relief.

In their hearts, this seemed to be a matter of course.

How could a sword cultivator who could last for five days not be able to break through this stone wall?

At this moment, countless people were touched when they recalled Han Muye’s persistence.

Did he not have his persistence?

Did he have this persistence when he was cultivating the Sword Dao?

Countless people felt ashamed when they asked themselves.

He had never thought that he would retreat so many times.

“Gu Yuanlong of the Eastern Sea is willing to advance with his sword and challenge the sword cultivators of the Eastern Sea…”

Gu Yuanlong, who was holding a sword in his hand, flew up and rushed forward.

Guo Tianjin followed closely behind him.

Behind them, countless sword cultivators rushed forward.

Their target was the Tang Mountain Sword Sect’s mountain gate.

Countless Eastern Sea sword cultivators were waiting there.

How could he give up such an opportunity to spar?

The belief that he would never be able to learn anything would start from this moment!

It was not just Gu Yuanlong and the others. Above the Eastern Sea, countless sword cultivators were moved and flew towards the Tang Mountain Sword Sect.

Han Muye smiled and stood in the air with the Primordial Soul sword in front of him.

“Zhang Mingjin has learned his lesson.” Zhang Mingjin, who was wearing a black robe and carrying a black sword on his back, bowed.

“I feel that I’m an itinerant cultivator and don’t care about honor or disgrace. I’ve always won every battle in my life. If I can’t win, I’ll retreat and never persevere.

“Currently, my cultivation has been stuck for less than 300 years. My lifespan is exhausted.

“Immortal Han, I dare not forget. When I make a breakthrough in my closed-door cultivation, I will go to the Central Continent and work for the Heavenly Mystic.”

After Zhang Mingjin finished speaking, he cupped his fists and left.

Han Muye had given him a deep insight in five days.

Sword cultivators would never be defeated.

This was a persistence that he had never had as an itinerant cultivator.

With this perseverance, his cultivation would definitely break through the bottleneck and reach a higher level.

“Buzz!”

The sword energy vibrated and flew across the sky.

The Eastern Sea sword cultivators followed the sword light and flew towards the Tang Mountain Sword Sect.

Unlike before, these accompanying sword cultivators also wanted to challenge with their swords.

Before Han Muye’s Primordial Soul sword could attack, the sword cultivators blocking the path ahead were met by a few sword cultivators.

The sword lights intertwined. There were victories and defeats.

It did not matter if he won or lost. What was important was that he had the intention to draw his sword.

“I finally understand why your foster father is called a Sword Dao Immortal…” Ten thousand miles away, Huang Zhihu and Yunduan stood side by side in front of a screen of light.

Yunduan looked at the chaotic battle on the screen of light and spoke softly.

Huang Zhihu’s eyes flashed with spiritual light, and her body surged with battle intent.

“He can suppress the Western Frontier with his sword, but he doesn’t want fame and fortune. He only wants to open the Heavenly Gate with his sword.

“He can use poetry as a sword, but he doesn’t show off. He only hopes that the scholar can bring a sword and go to the world.

“Today, he could break the shackles with one strike, but with five days of effort, he was not afraid of cold words. He only wanted to let the sword cultivators of the Eastern Sea understand that sword cultivators never give up…”

Gongsun Qingfeng who stood at the back spoke softly, his palm tightly gripping the hilt of his sword.

Behind him, there were also countless sword cultivators who were filled with a fighting spirit. The sword light on their bodies surged and could not be suppressed.

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“Eastern Sea sword cultivators are all like dragons. How can we not participate in such a grand event?” Huang Zhihu let out a long laugh. She raised the sword in her hand and charged forward.

Yunduan smiled and shook her head. She raised her hand, and golden light surged in the sky.

The edict combined with the power of the Heavenly Dao and guided the endless power of heaven and earth towards the Tang Mountain Sword Sect.

At this moment, everyone rushed towards the Tang Mountain Sword Sect.

In the pavilion of the Tang Mountain Sword Sect, Mo Yuan sat on a wooden chair with a smile on his face.

Beside him, the white-robed sword cultivators gripped their swords tightly and stared at the flying sword light.

Mo Yuan raised his hand and said softly, “Go. This battle has nothing to do with honor or glory, nor with victory or defeat. It’s just that the sword in your heart gets sharper and sharper.”

The sword cultivators who were already impatient rushed out. Their sword lights collided with the flying sword lights.

Sword cries resounded around the Tang Mountain Sword Sect.

“Is this the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords you wanted to show me?” Mo Yuan asked softly.

“Master Mo Yuan, what do you think of my Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords?” A voice sounded behind Mo Yuan.

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With Gu Yuanlong under his command, it would not be difficult for Han Muye to come to the Tang Mountain Sword Sect.

Mo Yuan did not turn around. He just sat there and looked ahead.

“Back then, I spent 200 years only to use the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords and open a path for all the sword cultivators in the world.

“I’ve done it, but it’s also due to your reminder.

“When Gu Yuanlong and the others returned to the Eastern Sea, they said that you would challenge the Eastern Sea with the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords. I was thinking about which level you would cultivate the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords to.”

Mo Yuan spoke softly.

Han Muye smiled.

Back then, he was also curious what level Mo Yuan had cultivated the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords to.

“No matter how I thought about it, I didn’t expect you to come and see me with such a move.” Mo Yuan smiled and slowly stood up.