Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Han Muye held his sword in his hand, as if it had transformed into a staff for channeling Daoist techniques.

Each strike of his sword carried various dazzling Daoist arts.

Some unleashed floating green leaves, each harboring hidden killing intent.

Some summoned rushing torrents, overwhelming and crushing everything in their path.

Some conjured soaring flames, as a coiling fire dragon exhaled, causing even the battle platform to collapse.

…

The puppets seemed completely unable to adapt to the sword in Han Muye\'s hand, and each time they were unable to retaliate, shattered with a single blow.

The cultivators standing outside the abyss were entranced, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Never before had they anticipated someone\'s victory as they did today.

They were not hoping for Han Muye to surpass the Endless Heavenly Venerable.

They no longer cared about the rivalry between Han Muye and the Endless Heavenly Venerable. What they hoped for was to see if Han Muye would employ the same techniques and swordsmanship from their own sects on the next battle platform.

On the 1,560th battle platform, Han Muye surpassed Jia Wu.

Jia Wu was blocked by a puppet with a single strike, freezing momentarily.

"Yuling Dao Sect\'s \'Return of 10,000 Geese\'!" Someone shouted outside the Abyss of Sinking Wood.

A flock of green geese appeared before Han Muye, seemingly endless, enveloping the puppet before detonating with a deafening boom. Han Muye himself appeared on the next elevated platform.

In his hand, the sword emitted a stream of green light, transforming spiritual energy into a small green snake. It bit the puppet\'s wrist, then pulled the puppet towards the battle platform, causing it to shatter.

"This is a variation of the previous Life of All Things!"

"No, it\'s a combination of the Life of All Things and the Thousand Machinery Slaughter."

"You\'re wrong, it\'s still the Life of All Things, just a transformation into something illusory."

Outside the Abyss of Sinking Wood, there was a heated debate.

The few cultivators who were familiar with their sect\'s secret techniques watched with excitement as the lingering radiance dissipated.

This strike completely exceeded their understanding.

However, they knew that once they comprehended this strike, their own cultivation methods would likely advance to a higher level.

No one cared that Han Muye had already surpassed the Endless Heavenly Venerable at this moment.

What they cared about was what extraordinary techniques Han Muye had demonstrated.

"This is the real stage…"

An old man with a white beard stroked his long beard and sighed.

This was the stage!

On the stage, one must leave behind techniques that leave an impression on outsiders.

What Han Muye had displayed today was akin to the ancient mighty beings\' performance of the law, contributing to the cultivation world.

The reason why the cultivation world was flourishing was because countless mighty figures had left behind their inheritances and passed down their cultivation methods to more people.

The chaos outside the abyss slowly turned into tranquility.

Even though Han Muye had demonstrated his own swordsmanship and Daoist techniques, no one uttered a word, simply observing in silence.

Such an opportunity, it was truly remarkable.

"Boom!"

A green giant wolf tore apart the puppet in front of it and then transformed into a stream of green light.

Han Muye stood on the 2,000th battle platform and looked back at Jia Wu, who was on the 1,800th battle platform, with a calm expression.

He had never regarded anyone as his opponent.

On this stage, he had never considered anyone worthy of being his opponent.

It was impossible even for him.

To outsiders, the stage was the best place to analyze oneself.

However, to Han Muye, the role of the stage was only to pierce through it and take control of it.

Invincible ahead.

Invincible behind.

With a sword in hand, he advanced.

At the 2,400th battle platform, Han Muye moved, stepped out of the Sinking Wood Abyss, landed on the meteorite, and sat cross-legged.

Coincidentally, it was exactly one day after the first expert fell from the battle platform.

At the moment Han Muye stepped off the platform, the Daoist who had fallen from the platform the previous day couldn\'t wait any longer. He took a step forward and began challenging the platforms again, starting from the one where he had previously fallen.

But no one paid attention to these details anymore.

But no one paid attention to these details anymore.

Han Muye voluntarily stepped off the platform didn\'t mean he had lost the ability to fight again. It was simply a process of resting and comprehending.

Sure enough, an air of profundity emanated from Han Muye as he sat in meditation. His gaze turned towards the battle platform ahead, focusing on the figures still fighting fiercely.

Outside the Abyss of Sinking Wood, the cultivators standing on the meteorites were itching to rush onto the battle platforms and display their own techniques for Han Muye to see.

It was an interesting situation.

No one had ever expected that they would one day yearn for their own exceptional skills to be displayed in the hands of someone else.

But others might be able to draw inspiration and bring surprises.

Perhaps this was the difference between humans…

When Han Muye left the platform, Huang Six took a step forward and rushed onto the platform.

He held a long sword in his hand, and the demon dragon behind him roared.

The first 100 battle platforms took him not much longer than Han Muye.

However, interestingly, he was defeated directly around the 130-somethingth platform.

The puppet shattered his defensive measures with a single strike, crashing into his chest.

Instead of getting annoyed, Huang Six had a delighted expression on his face.

If he could immediately rush back onto the platform, he would have already done so.

His cultivation was formidable, but his foundation was unstable.

His reputation and strength had been continuously earned through battles.

His foundation in cultivation had become superficial.

The challenge on the stage was clearly an opportunity for him to discover his own shortcomings.