Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

When a realm collapsed, the living beings within it turned into nothingness, and their power was swallowed by the silent force of the Heavenly Abyss. Those who contributed to the destruction of the realm could gain many benefits.

Scattered treasures, as well as insights from the moment of the world’s destruction.

The rules and divine souls taken out could also be exchanged for treasures in the hands of their seniors.

Even Immortal Venerable Chen Yuan had issued tasks to collect divine souls and rules.

“Fellow Daoist Han, we didn’t dare to think about it.” Golden Immortal Chuan Ling sighed softly.

They were just a group of disciples mingling in the third layer of Ten Thousand Magnificence City, how could they dare to think about destroying a realm?

But with Han Muye and Demon King Shi Zheng having the power to sweep through a realm, it gave them hope.

If they could defeat the other parties and obtain the control of this world, obtain the soul and rules of the mighty figures of this world, they would be able to soar into the sky.

“Fellow Daoist Han, if we succeed, you can keep all the rewards, Golden Immortal Chuan Ling looked at Han Muye and whispered, “With this achievement, we can gain recognition from the elders and step into the fourth layer.”

The rewards might be substantial, but compared to the future path of cultivation, it was still more profitable.

Destroying this realm?

Han Muye squinted his eyes.

He knew this was an illusory world.

The Ruins Realm was not a real world in the first place.

But after so many years in this realm, did they really want to destroy this world?

Seeing his hesitation, Golden Immortal Chuan Ling smiled and shook his head.

If the true self entered this realm, many would be assimilated by the world of this realm.

Fortunately, Han Muye only came in the form of an incarnation.

His true self was outside and would eventually awaken.

There was no need to rush.

800 years.

Whether intentional or not, in the eight hundred years within the Tiger Spirit Ruins Realm, Stone Heaven Stronghold had become Stone Heaven City, and the Demon King Shi Zheng had become one of the strongest kings of the Tiger Clan.

His cultivation and combat strength kept increasing, and he was already at the Zenith Heaven Realm.

This was the limit of this side of the Ruins Realm.

But his achievements were no longer measured by the Golden Immortal realm.

But his achievements were no longer measured by the Golden Immortal realm.

Ten years ago, he joined forces with the Demon King Shi Zheng, slaughtering the Earth Dragon Demon King who occupied the northwest half of the Tiger Spirit World, shaking the world.

Stone Heaven City, Stone Heaven Hall.

Han Muye and Demon King Shi Zheng sat opposite each other.
“Brother, you’ve been in this world for a thousand years, right?” Picking up his wine glass, Demon King Shi Zheng looked at Han Muye and said softly.

Han Muye also lifted the wine cup in front of him, nodding, “Indeed, it has been a thousand years.”

“A thousand years,” Demon King Shi Zheng’s gaze turned towards outside the hall, holding the wine cup in his hand, a hint of longing in his eyes, “In the thousand years of my Tiger Spirit World, it’s only been about a month for you outside, right?”

As one of the strongest demon kings in this world, Demon King Shi Zheng knew almost everything about this world.

Cultivators from outside the realm, the Heavenly Abyss, and even the Ruins Realm.

“I really want to go out and take a look…”

Demon King Shi Zheng muttered.

Han Muye said nothing.

Living beings within the Ruins Realm could step out into this world.

The Ruins Realm was not supposed to exist in the world; it was a place left behind by the calamities.

When the living beings in this world stepped out, they would die and turn into nothingness.

Demon King Shi Zheng raised his hand and took out a pale golden wooden staff.

“Demon King Ci Yang, Demon King Wu Zhan, and King Tu Shen have all issued the hunting decree.”

Looking at Han Muye, a gleam of excitement appeared in Demon King Shi Zheng’s eyes.

“Brother, help me this once.”

Han Muye knew what he meant.

Demon King Shi Zheng had told him a long time ago.

The bloodline inheritance of Demon King Shi Zheng was once the most prestigious bloodline in the Tiger Spirit World, but due to various conflicts, he ended up in Three Spirit Mountains.

To Demon King Shi Zheng, reuniting with the glory of his ancestors was his dream.

“When I become the only king in this realm, whatever you want, I can help you get it.”

“From now on, only you can enter and leave this realm, and all the treasures in this realm will be open to you.”

He handed the golden wooden staff in his hand to Han Muye with a solemn expression.

“This item is a treasure left by my ancestors, and it is something you can take out.

“As my promise to you.”

Han Muye took the wooden staff.

It felt heavy in his hands. It was called a wooden staff, but it seemed to have the sense of gold and iron.

“I’ll do my best.”

Standing up, Han Muye took a deep breath and spoke softly.

Demon King Shi Zheng laughed.

Holding the staff, Han Muye walked out of the hall.

In the palm of his hand, a faint divine soul power entered the staff.

Images flashed in his mind.

“Buzz!”

Endless memories rushed in, and then, it seemed like a colorful light appeared before his eyes.

Although not as intense as the memory shock when watching the ancient dragon-crocodile, it was still immense and majestic.

Such memories were only possessed by ancient Immortal Venerable powerhouses.

The former owner of this wooden staff was a powerful Immortal Venerable.

Sure enough, Han Muye saw the collapse of the heavens and earth, the rise of the tribulation, the countless clashes of primordial battle puppets, and the charge of powerful divine beasts.

A towering white tiger body rushed out of the void.

The white tiger turned slowly, and its gaze fell on Han Muye.

“Boom—”

This was the power that transcended countless millennia!