Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

As Han Muye walked forward, the aura of sharpness around him quickly converged.

After ten steps, the power on his body had transformed into a ten thousand li sword light.

The three-foot-long sword cut across the sky, facing the heavens above.

Below, each of the cultivators turned their heads.

They could see the silhouette of Han Muye alone with his sword.

That ten thousand li sword light split the entire sky in two.

The sword light condensed, its brilliance illuminating and bringing peace of mind to all who saw it.

“That is, Master Han,” a youth commanding a Puppet Fighter whispered as he looked at the figure crossing the sky.

He knew that he did not possess the ability, or the courage, to stand in the sky as Master Han did, facing off against the endless Heavenly Demonic Beasts.

He could only bow his head.

“Is that, could that be a Sword Immortal?” someone else raised their head, looking at the sword light that spanned Between heaven and earth, a trace of confusion on their face.

At this moment, the brilliance of this sword light extended for billions of miles.

Even Huang Zhihu, who was fighting in the chaotic region, and others felt its presence.

They all looked up, gazing into the distance as if their eyes could pierce through the void.

There, they could feel the surging sword power.

That was true sword power, a power radiating endless sharpness.

“It must be my foster father…” Huang Zhihu gripped her sword tightly, turning her head towards the second-grade heavenly demon beast surrounded by the sword array.

“Kill,” her voice was filled with overwhelming battle intent.

The battlefield that could stir such battle intent in her foster father was not one they were qualified to enter.

So, they would do what they could, holding their ground on their own battlefield.

Above each sword array, Flowing Light flashed, converging into colossal battle swords, which then slashed towards the Heavenly Demonic Beasts ahead.

“The Sword Dao is not alone,” Old Master Qin Suyang whispered, holding his sword while standing in the void.

He had parted ways with Han Muye after the battle with the Defiant Dragon and was now at the edge of the chaotic region, his three-foot-long sword facing a second-grade heavenly demon beast.

Sensing Han Muye’s sword light, the sword intent emerging from his own sword tore through the entire Void World.

Upon him, the powers of alchemy, Confucian Dao, and the Sword Dao were fusing.

In that moment, he had a clear understanding of the grand path of his cultivation.

In the Lingxiao Domain, heaven and earth were merging.

This time, since the primary concentration of origin power was in the Upper Third-Rank Domain, the Lingxiao Domain didn’t need to bear much, and thus experienced little turmoil.

The countless sword cultivators stationed in the Lingxiao Domain all looked up towards the Upper Third-Rank Domain.

Beyond that domain, a sword light spanned across the sky.

“It’s the Void Sword Immortal,” a disciple of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect gripped their sword tightly.

So it turned out that sword light could be so brilliant, reaching such an extent.

“It’s Minister Han,” Xu Zhi stood there, whispering.

He knew that every time the world underwent a major change, a sword would appear at the critical moment.

That was Han Muye.

That was Han Muye’s sword.

This was a sword that could destroy the world.

This was a sword that could save the world.

“Boom—”

Above the sky, the crack finally burst open.

One after another, the Heavenly Demonic Beasts charged out from the crack.

But before these beasts could fully emerge from the crack, they were met by an oncoming sword light.

Chilling.

Brilliant.

It wasn’t just sword light; it was more like a bolt of lightning between heaven and earth.

Blazing.

Vigorous.

“Clang—”

The swords chimed.

The sword edge swept across, all the Heavenly Demonic Beasts were sliced to pieces, then transformed into Heavenly Beads.

In that moment, Heavenly Beads fell like rain from the sky.

Han Muye paid no attention to the Heavenly Beads.

His sword in hand, he struck again directly.

This sword carried all the power he had just gathered, stirring a gust of wind, and with one strike, the void itself trembled.

The crack in the void seemed to be compressed by this power, as if it were about to close.

“Roar—”

A roar came from behind the crack.

A first-rank Heavenly Demon Beast stuck out its head, struggling to squeeze through the crack.

Yet as soon as it came out, it faced the sword light directly overhead.

The sword light slashed onto the head of the Heavenly Demon Beast, shattering its body and then transforming it into a Heavenly Bead.

A First-grade Heavenly Bead.

Han Muye reached out and summoned the bead into his palm.

For him at that moment, only these first-grade Heavenly Beads might be of some use.

Because of his sword, the Heavenly Demonic Beasts in the crack seemed frightened and dared not charge out for the time being.

Han Muye’s expression was calm, his hand grasping the three-foot-long sword, he stood before the crack.

One man with his sword was enough to stop the endless Heavenly Demonic Beasts from advancing further.

Beneath him, heaven and earth continued to merge.

More and more origin power was slipping away.

Without powerful Heavenly Demonic Beasts to plunder it, the origin would condense into Heavenly Beads.

Third-grade.

Level four.

Even second-grade.

These Heavenly Beads were invaluable to cultivators.

Countless cultivators began to harvest these Heavenly Beads, and many looked up to the figure blocking the crack in the sky.

Without this figure, no one could collect Heavenly Beads in peace.

“Master Han should have a share of these Heavenly Beads,” someone whispered.

“If I refine just one more second-grade Heavenly Bead, I can stabilize my cultivation abilities in the Immortal Venerable realm. Then, I will go to block the crack,” a middle-aged man in a black robe clenched his teeth, holding tightly to the Heavenly Bead in his hand.

For countless proud geniuses, being protected by someone else was agonizing.

The strong should face all challenges head-on.

Above the Lingxiao Domain, domains of sword arrays began advancing towards the sky.

Following Xu Zhi’s command, all the sword cultivators came to support Han Muye.

“Boom—”

The crack in the sky resonated again, and a second ten-thousand-foot crack appeared not far in front of Han Muye.

At the same time, first-rank and beyond first-rate Heavenly Demonic Beasts charged out from both cracks.