Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Xun Chu Yun’s eyes narrowed.

Han Muye’s confidence made him feel threatened as well.

“Why not have me do it?” Shi Zhennan, wearing a black robe with flowing white beard, said with a bitter smile, “Anyway, winning or losing doesn’t mean much to me.”

Regretfully shaking his head, he whispered, “It’s just a pity that Han Muye won the first match.”

If Han Muye wins the first match and the second match as well, then the Armament Alliance will have secured the victory.

If they lose this match, the wins and losses will cancel each other out, and the third match will be decisive.

Fortunately, Han Muye has already stated that he will determine the outcome in the third match.

“So be it, I’ll give it a try.” Before Shi Zhennan could take the stage, another voice rang out.

Master Mingtong, who was standing beside Great Venerable Muyue, moved and had already landed on the high platform.

“Fellow Daoist Xun Chu Yun, Master Mingtong seeks your guidance.”

Master Mingtong, a rare female blacksmith who has reached the Divine level, is also one of the top twelve masters in Heavenly Secret City.

Her popularity in the city is extremely high.

Now that Master Mingtong was stepping onto the stage, many people exclaimed in low voices, and many faces showed a hint of anticipation.

If Master Mingtong can defeat this Xun Chu Yun, that would truly be satisfying.

Unconsciously, the mindset of everyone in Heavenly Secret City had shifted.

From the first match, when Han Muye competed against Master Yun Ji, everyone saw it as someone from the Armament Alliance challenging Heavenly Secret City.

By the time Zheng Yaoyang and Luo the Madman fought, they had broken the standoff between the two factions.

This was no longer a contention between the Armament Alliance and Heavenly Secret City but a grand celebration of blacksmiths.

In the eyes of the blacksmiths below, winning or losing didn’t matter; the biggest gain today was for them.

Observing these masters refining weapons was an opportunity that might not come even once in a hundred years.

No matter what, this opportunity was presented by the Armament Alliance.

Furthermore, Han Muye had just spoken, instructing Shangguan Qing to void the previous round’s bets and transfer them to the entire gambling event.

This was a tangible benefit.

Unconsciously, everyone looking at the Armament Alliance now found them much more agreeable.

At this moment, as Master Mingtong of Heavenly Secret City competes against Xun Chu Yun, many actually want to support Mingtong.

But then they remembered that if Master Mingtong won, their own bets would be lost.

For a time, everyone was incredibly conflicted.

“Mingtong.” Xun Chu Yun looked at the Master Mingtong in front of him, his expression calm, “Good, then I’ll give you a chance to challenge me.”

Having said that, he raised his hand, and flames rose in front of him.

In front of Master Mingtong, beams of divine light also shimmered.

Han Muye’s gaze fell on the flames in front of Xun Chu Yun.

The flames were divine flames of the highest grade.

The method of controlling fire was the Soul Layering Technique from the divine realm, which turned the flame into one hundred and eight layers, each with a different temperature.

But to Han Muye, this was not just a change in temperature.

“Rules!”

“Between heaven and earth,”

the flame became heaven and earth, with the rules within changing slightly.

One hundred and eight layers of flames, with subtle differences between the layers, have caused significant changes in the final rules of the flames.

In this regard, Xun Chu Yun’s understanding of flames had reached an unimaginable extent.

His combat strength was not much less than that of Zheng Yaoyang.

After all, he was among the very top blacksmiths in the divine realm.

Turning his head to look at Master Mingtong, the flames in front of her seemed slightly weaker than Xun Chu Yun’s.

However, it was evident that Master Mingtong’s refining skills focused on precision, with dazzling operations, dividing spiritual materials into layers and timed phases, with each combination being extremely demanding.

“The foundation of Duantian Sect, the techniques of Divine Source Dao, but more of it are cultivation methods from Heavenly Secret City.”

From Master Mingtong, Han Muye saw the continuation of the refining weapon heritage of the Galaxy Universe.

Actually, this was what most of the powerful blacksmiths should have.

First, they have their own foundation, then they integrate various techniques passed down, and finally, they add their own comprehension.

Unfortunately, Master Mingtong’s refining skills lacked a lot of her own comprehension; the control in finer details was somewhat lacking.

Both participants on the platform were refining different objects.

Master Mingtong was crafting a hairpin, while Xun Chu Yun was forging a long saber.

Below, everyone was holding their breath, staring intently at where the flames soared.

The competition between these two displayed extraordinary skills: one represented the ultimate mastery of fire control, and the other the pinnacle of precision.

In Heavenly Secret City, generally speaking, the first major school for refinement cultivation is fire control.

The stronger the flames, the stronger the refining skills are, generally.

The second major school is manipulation.

The more precise the manipulation, the higher the grade of the treasures produced.

There is also the material school, which pursues high-grade materials for refining, and there is the less regarded Forging School, known as the crudest stream.

No matter how you put it, the two on the platform represent the mainstream of weapon refining in Heavenly Secret City and even in the divine realm.

The collision of these two mainstreams is truly an eye-catching spectacle.

Han Muye was also looking at the platform, nodding slightly.

He had to admit that he too had gained something from this observance.

For example, the flame layering technique of Xun Chu Yun had given him great inspiration.

He was after all wielding the Myriad Dao Divine Flames.

These divine flames also had subtle differences.

If he could use the Myriad Dao Divine Flames as a foundation to create a Divine Fire Domain, wouldn’t he then be able to directly refine divine artifacts within it?

In an instant, Han Muye understood the purpose of the Purple Sun Cauldron.

His soul avatar on Nine Mystic Peak truly intended to do so.

However, such a Divine Fire Domain was not something one person could control.

If his calculations were not wrong, in the past, the Nine Mystic Peak produced other divine artifacts through the Purple Sun Cauldron.

It was not the work of Han Muye’s avatar alone, but the collaboration of the entire Nine Mystic Peak.

No, not just Nine Mystic Peak, but the entire Liantian Sect.

Watching the flames on the platform, Han Muye shuddered.

He realized that he had been misled by his avatar.

The so-called Seven Divine Weapons were by no means crafted by the power of his avatar alone.

They were the results of a collaboration by the Liantian Sect, the Divine Source Dao, the Duantian Sect, and even the methods of the entire ancient era.

These Seven Treasures might indeed be the key to reviving the glory of ancient times, but more likely, they are the remnants of the ultimate heritage of that era.

Heritage.

The true purpose of these Seven Treasures is heritage!

Watching the flames on the platform, Han Muye felt his heart tremble.

The powerful beings of ancient times, sensing the irreversible collapse of the world, sought to continue their legacy through the creation of the Seven Divine Weapons.

As for why the Seven Divine Weapons were entrusted to Nine Mystic Peak, it was because Han Muye’s soul avatar truly had the capability, and moreover, the avatar had already been honored as “Mr. Han.”

Because in front of Sword Sharpening Cliff, he opened a great path for the cultivation of all.

If Han Muye’s guess was correct, the Seven Treasures could be controlled by his avatar also because his true body remained in the later world.

Then, there was another key figure that he had not paid much attention to before.

Sword God Lu Yue.

From the sword light in ancient times replacing his soul, to slashing the galaxy with a single sword.

This Sword God Lu Yue hailed from the Desolate Wilderness, but the swordsmanship of the ancient primordial era did not seem to have such a strong legacy.

In the Primordial Era, there was no such powerful being mentioned.

“Well, the world’s swordsmanship should indeed be dazzling and boundless.” Murmuring softly, Han Muye’s gaze fell on the long saber that had taken shape in front of Xun Chu Yun.

The aura around the long saber converged, yet the murderous aura and chill it exuded seemed as if it could tear apart heaven and earth.

This was a long saber with the combat strength of the Primordial Chaos caliber, capable of unleashing the power to slash stars in the hands of a Primordial Chaos warrior.

Han Muye was not looking at the power of this saber, but the style of the saber itself.

On the edge of the long saber were crisscrossing patterns of clouds.

These patterns seemed familiar to him.

Where had he seen them?

Closing his eyes slowly, images interlaced in his mind.

Broken Sword.

The image of a dark-hued Broken Sword became fixed.

The bottom of the Nether River.

Within the Nether River Holy City, Immortal Venerable Minghe acted, summoning the towering waters of the Nether River, draining it completely and revealing the countless relics submerged beneath.

During that fleeting glance, Han Muye had seen such a Broken Sword.

But at the time, he hadn’t given it much thought.

A faint halo emerged within his divine spot.

The power of origin laws he had inherited from Immortal Venerable Minghe back then.

The power of life and death.

Life and death.

“I understand now…” Han Muye spoke softly.

“The one who shattered the Ancient Star River Universe, was it the existence that controlled the power of life and death?”

“Immortal Venerable Minghe, by giving me the power of life and death, did he hope I would cultivate this power to its pinnacle and sweep through all universes?”

“Unfortunately, he miscalculated.”

“To say that the Nether River is immortal, how could it perish so easily.”

“The body given to Huang Six, the laws given to me, Nether River, where is the true Nether River really located?”