Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

It was the power emitted by the golden lotus on Han Muye’s head.

Within this Golden Lotus inheritance lay the arrangement of the Blood River Immortal Venerable, which was now being used to suppress Han Muye’s spiritual power.

He gave Han Muye the Golden Lotus, not entirely with good intentions.

“Buzz! ”

The Golden Lotus vibrated, and then petals began to unfurl one by one, radiating golden light.

In just an instant, a sharp energy flashed across Han Muye’s body, shattering the golden light shield.

Then, Han Muye continued forward.

“Sigh, I lost another one. What a pity.” Blood River Immortal Venerable shook his head and looked at the pool of condensed blood not far away.

“Damn it, my golden lotus is a rare treasure…” The phantom couldn’t hold on any longer and gradually dissipated.

Only after the phantom had dissipated did Han Muye turn around.

He looked at the spot where Blood River Immortal Venerable disappeared with a smile on his face.

There were many methods in the world to control the soul, but there were not many that could not be broken by his Essence Soul sword.

The moment the golden lotus wanted to control his soul, it was suppressed by his Essence Soul sword and eliminated the strange power inside.

He acquired the Golden Lotus inheritance of the Blood River Immortal

Venerable and this Golden Lotus flower for free.

He walked to the edge of the Blood Pool, raised his hand, and a dark red stream of light enveloped all the blood beads in the pool, collecting them.

The pool was not large, but it contained a considerable number of blood beads, about 100,000.

This Blood Pool had probably been accumulating blood beads for many years to have such a pool.

As Han Muye held a blood bead in his hand, a gleam appeared in his eyes.

The bloodline bead contained the power of the bloodline, similar to the nine-colored pill refined in the Essence Transformation Cauldron he saw in the Bitter Immortal Realm.

However, the bloodline bead was purer and not as vast as the power contained in the nine-colored pill.

The power of a single blood bead was roughly equivalent to that of a hundred divine crystals.

But the power of the blood bead was different from divine crystals; it contained a unique bloodline power from the Primordial Era, which could only be refined with Primordial Era bloodlines.

In the divine realm, it seemed to be even more valuable.

A windfall indeed.

After collecting the blood beads, Han Muye looked at the mountains ahead.

Blood River Immortal Venerable had no idea that he had the Baxia bloodline within him..

When he stepped into this place, if he had not suppressed it himself, Baxia’s bloodline would have already become restless.

At this moment, he had only let go a little when the phantom of Baxia surged behind him.

Around him, the violent aura filled his body, but instead of causing Han Muye to lose his focus, it made him feel more clear-headed.

It seemed like this was the true place where he belonged.

With a single step, he had already covered 10,000 feet.

Not only because the suppression of the violent power had lightened, but also because he had the strength to do so.

All the previous struggles were just for the sake of impressing the Blood River Immortal Venerable.

With Han Muye’s physical strength, there was no way it could have been that difficult.

A moment later, he landed in front of the huge black mountain.

Before him, the mountain’s surface looked like scales, radiating hardness and coldness.

He extended his hand and pressed it against the mountain. His entire body trembled, and he froze.

He thought that this would awaken the dormant ancient monster, or at least make it respond in some way.

He could perhaps communicate with the remaining spirit of the ancient dragon crocodile’s body.

But now that his palm touched it, it was clear that there was no trace of the ancient monster’s spirit left.

He took a deep breath and infused a sense of sword intent.

“Boom—I’

Han Muye’s face turned pale, and blood dripped from his eyes.

Faint golden blood dripped from his nostrils.

But he didn’t let go.

Countless images surged in his mind

This was a great demon who had lived since the beginning of the Primordial World. His memories were so deep that they could be said to be endless.

In the dragon crocodile’s memories, it was mostly about leisure and ease.

That was the life of a true powerhouse, where external forces didn’t matter.

Even when contending with several Primordial Era overlords, it was just a casual exchange of blows and sparring.

In the calamity, the power that shattered the world could not hurt overlords like the Dragon Crocodile in the Primordial World.

As the calamities passed one by one, it was unknown how powerful the few overlord experts were.

As the ages passed, some of the Primordial Era overlords departed.

Leaving the Primordial World.

Then, invaders arrived.

Afterward, there was a battle for supremacy in the Primordial Era, with various overlords clashing due to differing beliefs.

After that—

The Primordial Era shattered!

The Primordial World shattered, and the calamity arrived. Countless divine beasts died.

Some powerful divine beasts left, some left behind their legacies, and some were captured by the human race.

The Primordial World, a leisurely and vast Primordial World, scattered just like that.

The dragon crocodile’s leisurely life was also disrupted.

It lost.

Not because it wasn’t strong enough, but because its opponent’s methods were too unpredictable.

Its body was divided into three parts and sealed in three different places.

Han Muye’s entire body trembled, and he lowered his head. He saw an old man with white hair, wearing a smile, slowly leaving.

“Hehe, young man, this is quite a gift, isn’t it?” The old man chuckled and then floated away.

Heavenly Venerable!

The Heavenly Venerable was the spiritual essence of the dragon crocodile’s body beneath this Dripping Blood Cliff!

He had left behind an arrangement a long time ago, just for himself!

The Baxia bloodline had always been passed down from the dragon crocodile.

The method of crossing over five million years ago was set up long ago by the Heavenly Venerable.

So, what about the arrangement in this place?

Looking up at the mountains, Han Muye swallowed hard.

He finally understood how Huang Six felt back then.

It was very complicated…

Behind him, Baxia’s phantom image turned into a hundred thousand feet, then a million feet, then a million feet.

Baxia’s phantom crashed into the black mountain and turned into nothingness.

He refined the dragon crocodile’s body and turned it into his own!

This unimaginable thing was really right in front of him..