Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

As the flowing light in front of Han Muye dispersed, countless green auras poured into his body, merging with his bloodline. He had returned to the desolate wilderness, now in ruins.

Everything seemed like a dream.

But this was not a dream!

Raising his head, he could see the broken stone stele, only a thousand feet tall. The inscriptions on it were the pages left behind by the Immortal Sovereign.

Of the Immortal Ancestors\' inheritance scrolls, only less than a hundred remained.

As his bloodline circulated, he could sense a formation diagram behind him.

Heavenly Cycle Array Formation!

Using the strength of an Immortal Reverent as a guide, it was engraved on the back armor of the divine beast, Baxia. When the power of this array formation was activated, it could kill immortals and gods!

In his body, a greenish-gray aura continuously intertwined and passed through his meridians, bringing with it a cool and calm feeling.

It was the power contained within half of a meditation cushion.

The other half of this power burst open, directly shattering the bindings of a powerful immortal.

The remaining power within this meditation cushion carried Han Muye through time and space, and now only a trace remained.

In Han Muye\'s eyes, this remaining power in the meditation cushion was already more than 10 times stronger than his own cultivated power!

This power nurtured within his body, and he could feel the fusion of his bloodline and his own cultivation level.

The Origin!

This power was the origin of the Heaven and Earth powers. It was refined from the power extracted from the Divine World\'s Heavenly Cycle!

The level of this power was immeasurable compared to Han Muye\'s current cultivation level.

As he experienced the changes and circulation of this power within his body, Han Muye\'s expression grew increasingly gloomy.

Originally, he possessed an entire meditation cushion and the inheritance of the Immortal Sovereigns, but now the inheritance was scattered, and only a trace of the cushion remained.

It was those bastards who snatched away his opportunities!

A strong killing intent emanated from Han Muye.

Opportunities like these might not come again in his lifetime, and they had been stolen from him just like that!

"You wait, I will reclaim everything that belongs to me." Han Muye gritted his teeth and growled in a low voice.

Until this moment, Han Muye finally understood that he couldn\'t remain detached.

Whether it was the Divine Emperor\'s treasury or supreme treasures, he had never felt heartache when he gave them away.

But this time, he felt a pang of regret.

If the inheritance in the Heavenly Stele was intact and the essence in the meditation cushion remained unspent, how many detours could he have avoided!

"Buzz!"

A warning vibration from his spiritual sword shook his mind, causing his whole body to tremble.

It felt like a bucket of cold water was poured over him, extinguishing the flames in Han Muye\'s eyes in an instant.

He turned slowly and looked towards the nearby dark, illusory figure.

"Heavenly Demon?"

Without knowing when, he had been invaded by the Heavenly Demon, nearly losing his mental composure and being manipulated by anger and killing intent.

If it weren\'t for his profound mental cultivation and the substantialization of his spiritual sword, he would have likely lost himself and become a monster driven solely by the urge to kill.

The Immortal Ancestor had already said that he couldn\'t protect the inheritance in the Heavenly Stele and the meditation cushion. Being able to preserve this much was already an extremely fortunate thing.

But just now, when his mind was invaded by that violent power, he unexpectedly experienced delusions.

"Heavenly Demon?" The dark figure ahead took a step forward, a faint smile on their face.

It was a young man dressed in a black robe, with a pale complexion.

"Perhaps so. Our clan has always been treated as demons."

The youth looked at the broken stone stele behind Han Muye, a twitch at the corner of his eye.

A hint of resentment and killing intent flashed within him.

"It was this thing that suppressed me for a million years."

"Those fools shattered the wilderness but couldn\'t find my location, causing me to waste such a long time in vain."

The youth gritted his teeth and roared, the glow in his eyes turning crimson. Scales emerged all over his body, and a pair of 100-foot black wings spread out from his back.

Han Muye could see that this young man had the power of a spiritual armored demon, as well as the power of a fiend or demon cultivator.

Moreover, the power emanating from this youth surprisingly bore a similar feeling to that of the demonic cultivator he had encountered during the Immortal Sovereign\'s sermon earlier today.

"Unfortunately, I don\'t like the Baxia bloodline."

With a movement of his wings, the youth had already appeared above Han Muye\'s head.

He looked up at the sky and roared. In an instant, the greenish-gray power of the entire desolate land shook.

This was an existence so powerful that it could suppress the desolation!

This power probably surpassed even the Endless Heavenly Sovereign who had stepped onto the Transcendence realm!

Han Muye\'s expression became extremely grave.

He understood why all the beings in the desolate wilderness had diminished intellect.

It was because they were invaded by this formidable figure who had once been suppressed under the Heavenly Stele.

When the desolate wilderness was intact, its power couldn\'t be unleashed. But when the desolate wilderness collapsed and the formidable figures perished, and the essence of the primordial chaos was extracted, this figure quietly changed the desolate wilderness.

One could say that the current desolate wilderness was already the domain of this powerful individual!

"Boom!"

In the distance, figures fell from the sky.

Whether it was Di Ting or Qilin, the divine beasts and experts were all filled with fear.

They had sensed the invasion of a formidable power several days ago and had no choice but to flee.

However, they hadn\'t expected to be unable to escape.

"This is the legendary fiend, the Luo Clan!" The Qilin looked at the young man with wings and said in a deep voice.

"The fiend, the demon Luo Clan, who betrayed the Primordial World and fell into the abyss to choose the power of darkness?" Chen Qingzhi gripped the saber in his hand tightly and stared at the grayish-black power surrounding the young man.

This power made his heart palpitate.

It felt as if they would all die as long as the youth spread his wings.

"Too weak." The young man looked around with a regretful expression.

He gently clenched his fist, and all the divine beasts collapsed to the ground as if their hearts were being squeezed.