Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

A deafening sound, and the golden columns of light in the hall overhead began to flicker.

Han Muye stepped into the hall, and Immortal Lord Wanling and others hurried forward.

"What\'s going on!"

Immortal Lord Wanling\'s face turned as cold as water as he looked at the chaotic golden light in the center of the hall.

The originally rising golden pillar of light was now in a mess, as if it would break at any moment.

The three Immortal Lords sitting cross-legged were pale and trembling.

Golden blood splattered in front of the most serious Immortal Lord Miaoyuan, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"The teleportation formation of the golden plate was interfered with. We were caught off guard and our formation was broken."

Immortal Lord Wuchen gritted his teeth and said softly.

He looked at Immortal Lord Miaoyuan and took a deep breath. He said in a low voice, "Brother Miaoyuan, are you alright?"

Immortal Lord Miaoyuan smiled bitterly and shook his head. He said softly, "At least 30,000 years of cultivation have turned into nothing."

30,000 years of painstaking cultivation were shattered in an instant.

They exchanged glances, all feeling a sense of regret.

"Can this golden plate teleportation still be used?" Immortal Lord Wanling asked in a low voice.

After a brief examination, there was a slight sense of relief on their faces.

"It\'s still usable, though it\'s been obstructed and will take another three days to continue," said Immortal Lord Zhuliang, raising his hand to set the golden plate in motion again.

Three days?

Han Muye squinted his eyes.

Three days later was the last limit of Dripping Blood Cliff\'s protective array.

What if there were more troubles?

Seeing that everyone seemed relatively relaxed, he didn\'t say anything.

Immortal Lord Wuchen and the other two were injured. Immortal Lord Wanling and the other two, who had recuperated for a round, took charge of the golden plate.

The three injured Immortal Lords went to treat their injuries. Han Muye left by himself.

He glanced at several caves, then quietly left.

Each of these caves had a blood drop on the altar.

These blood drops were from the bloodline power of the primordial divine beasts, drawn by the altar to nourish the blood and cultivation of the caretakers, maintaining the operation of the great array.

Now, these blood drops were drying up, and their power couldn\'t keep up with the operation of the array.

Once the blood drops dried up, not only would all the caretakers die, but the array would also collapse.

Han Muye had pills, divine crystals, immortal spiritual rocks, and even many bloodline powers.

But he dared not take them out.

Because he didn\'t know what had gone wrong with these blood drops.

And was it really a coincidence that the Golden Plate was obstructed today?

There must be a traitor on the Dripping Blood Cliff.

But Han Muye didn\'t know who to trust and who not to trust.

"Godfather."

When Han Muye returned to his residence, Golden Fire, dressed in a blue robe, quietly approached.

He looked around and said in a low voice, "Foster Father, I realized that Dripping Blood Cliff looks a little like something in my memory."

\'Something from memory?\'

The golden fire was the inheritance of the phoenix and could be said to be undying.

After his Nirvana, his cultivation would gather again, and many memories would be sealed. It could only be opened after his cultivation increased again and again.

"What is it?" Han Muye looked at the golden fire.

Jin Huo pondered and said in a low voice, "I think I\'ve seen it before. It\'s a legacy item of the Primordial World…"

At this point, he shook his head. "I don\'t remember what it is exactly. I only know that this item is extremely beneficial to the Primordial Divine Beasts."

Beneficial to the Primordial Divine Beast?

Han Muye squinted his eyes.

Regardless of whether it was beneficial or not, the most pressing issue at the moment was to resolve the potential crisis.

No, it was certain that a crisis would arise.

He didn\'t believe in coincidences.

"Come with me to the altar."

Leading Golden Fire to the cave where Murong Zhuo and the others were, Han Muye walked to the altar and walked up.

The people in the cave were already familiar with him and did not stop him.

"Yunlan Sword Immortal, be careful. The power of this divine beast bloodline might trigger your own strength and might backfire," Murong Zhuo said.

The sound vibrated, and the blood droplet emitted a faint warmth.

"Buzz!"

The sound vibrated, and the blood droplet emitted a faint warmth.

The blood droplet seemed alive, trembling slightly.

Without Han Muye having to activate his own sword intent, he felt memories flashing before his eyes.

Inheritance!

This was about the inheritance of the divine beast, Baxia!

Han Muye\'s eyes flashed.

; this blood droplet contained even purer power related to the rebirth of the divine beast Baxia.

Baxia, an ancient divine beast, had its lineage\'s power traceable to the primordial dominator, the Dragon Crocodile of the Primordial Era.

The Primordial Dragon Crocodile, in a fierce battle, had torn the bodies of even the ancient mighty ones.

It was said that in the primordial world, there were only a few divine beasts that could be compared to the Primordial Dragon Crocodile.

And until the destruction of the primordial world, no one had ever been able to subdue the Dragon Crocodile.

Han Muye could feel the trembling of the bloodline power within him.

This was the process of receiving a new inheritance and beginning to transform slowly.

A faint golden scale appeared on the back of Han Muye\'s hand.

Taking a deep breath, he carefully infused his own sword intent and spiritual power into the blood droplet in front of him.

He wasn\'t sure if he could obtain the desired memory from this blood droplet.

"Boom—"

The moment his sword intent and soul entered, his mind seemed to surge with countless memories.

The primordial world.

Han Muye once again saw the scenes of the primordial world.

Countless colossal beasts clashed, and each strike could shatter heaven and earth.

Beyond the clashes of colossal beasts, Han Muye also saw the towering golden-armored figures.

Primordial Battle Puppets.

These Primordial Battle Puppets were by no means weaker than the colossal beasts of the primordial world.

They participated in the battles of the primordial colossal beasts, stirring up the tumultuous primordial power.