Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1892: 780, The world’s number one blacksmith

The originally indifferent Zheng Yaoyang’s expression slowly turned solemn, and silken strands of flowing light twinkled on the Soul Bead in his hand.

On the other side, Linghui, who had transformed into the Frost Giant in a black robe, and Silver Moon, the Puppet Fighter that took the form of a silver dragon beast, both exuded a hint of gravitas.

At this moment, the power of qi and blood exhibited by Han Muye had already surpassed both of them.

What was key was that Han Muye was now surrounded by surging weapon-refining flames while his power of qi and blood also boiled over.

Could it be that he intended to challenge the Purple Sun Cauldron and the slumbering Xu Ziyang with both his weapon refinement methods and his physical strength?

“Hmph,” Linghui, having become impatient in his Frost Giant incarnation, took a step forward and charged into the Purple Sun Cauldron ahead.

The cauldron seemed to have infinite space within, engulfing Linghui’s frame completely.

Meanwhile, Silver Moon also hesitated for a moment before following suit.

They were all relying on bizarre methods to enhance their physical strength, seeking to use this strength to pass the test of the Purple Sun Cauldron.

Seeing them step into the Purple Sun Cauldron, the people below like Ling Yao all had complex expressions on their faces.

“Master once said, stepping into the Purple Sun Cauldron, one bears responsibility for their own life and death,” muttered Ling Yao, leaning on his sword.

The other three golden armored battle puppets showed turbulent auras, yet ultimately, none of them rose to charge upwards.

As guardians of the altar, protectors of the Purple Sun Cauldron, they had no confidence whatsoever in returning alive upon entering the cauldron.

If that were not the case, they wouldn’t have been guarding the altar for so long from the outside.

Below the altar, Lu Zixu, protected by the spiritual light of his protective treasures, looked up at the figures before the altar above with a complex expression.

He had known from the beginning that Han Muye was stronger than him.

But only today did he realize that Han Muye was so much stronger than him.

Chaos and the Five Elements Divine Furnace exchanged glances, a hint of anticipation in their eyes.

Could Han Muye bring them a surprise?

After all, Han Muye had never let them down before, had he?

On the other side, Great Venerable Muyue and the two figures beside him fell into a silent calm.

Just how powerful Zheng Yaoyang was, Great Venerable Muyue knew well.

Even having witnessed Han Muye’s weapon refinement methods, she dared not judge the strength of the two men.

Who would have thought that she would come to Ziyang City and witness such a powerful duel between strong practitioners?

In front of the altar, Zheng Yaoyang turned his head to look at Han Muye, then pushed out the Soul Bead in his hand, colliding it with the quietly still flame.

The flame exploded with a bang, enveloping the bead, and then also shrouded Zheng Yaoyang who stood behind it.

Han Muye’s eyes shone with a hint of brilliance, and he cast out the Golden Crow Divine Flame in his hand.

The Golden Crow Divine Flame collided with the flame in front, then the void ahead shattered, with Han Muye’s figure disappearing from the spot.

Han Muye’s expression remained unchanged as he watched the changing flow of light in front of him, which finally condensed into the figure of a Vast Heaven Golden Crow.

It was truly a Golden Crow.

“A body of a Primordial Overlord level…” A flicker of surprise crossed Han Muye’s eyes before he shook his head, “Not a body, but a soul.”

Like the Vast Heaven Golden Crow, what was before him was not a real body but a soul.

A powerful soul that had reached the level of a Primordial Overlord.

The Golden Crow slowly lowered its head to look at Zheng Yaoyang in front of it and then turned to Han Muye.

“I have waited for you… for thousands of years…”

The voice of the Golden Crow echoed like thunder, and then the surrounding heaven and earth began to crumble.

The Golden Crow’s body solidified into the figure of a Taoist wearing a green robe and a purple crown.

“Master,” Zheng Yaoyang, upon seeing the Taoist, had a complex expression flash across his face as he bowed respectfully.

The Taoist also looked at him, a smile appearing on his face.

“You have come at last.”

In the Taoist’s hand, he held that golden Soul Bead, with a trace of emotion in his eyes.

“Back then you said you wanted to study the Way of the Divine Soul, to create souls, and now it seems you have indeed done it.”

To create souls!

This Soul Bead wasn’t condensed from someone else’s soul; it was created anew!

Han Muye turned to look at Zheng Yaoyang.

With his own cultivation abilities and knowledge of weapon refining, he understood what creating souls implied.

It was about creating life!

This wasn’t something that a blacksmith had access to.

Divine-level, let alone stronger entities, could not manage this.

“There’s still something missing,” said Zheng Yaoyang, his face revealing a hint of pride with an undertone of loss.

It seemed that receiving the affirmation of the man before him was a matter of immense joy for him.

The Taoist did not continue to comment on the Soul Bead before him but instead turned his head to look at Han Muye.

His expression shifted from relaxed to serious, and eventually, within his tranquil eyes, beams of spiritual light emerged.

“Master Han, it has been a long time…”

It has been a long time.

Han Muye stood there, looking at the Taoist before him.

He felt a sense of familiarity with the Taoist’s face.

Yet the one who had so casually addressed him as Master must have been a recent acquaintance.

When had he come to know Xu Ziyang?

“Master Han, you said that the outer sect is not our end.”

“You said that at the peak of Refinement Cultivation, you would be waiting for us.”

Xu Ziyang spoke softly, his voice filled with endless emotion.

His words astonished Zheng Yaoyang.

How deep his own master’s cultivation was, how formidable his combat strength, and what sort of mastery he had in the art of weapon refining – he knew it all too well.

All his life, he had regarded his master as an insurmountable mountain that he constantly strived to climb.

The more he refined weapons, the more he felt the profoundness and mystery of his master.

It was for this very reason that he had been tirelessly devoted to the path of weapon refining.