Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

He had once been a proud great demon of the primordial universe, a primordial divine beast.

Not for countless years under the Five Elements Divine Furnace had his spine been bent.

In the Divine Realm, in the Desolate Heaven Territory, and in the Contend of Ten Thousand Realms, although the Water Goblin had a hard time, he always met challenges with a laugh.

He firmly believed that he could become a Divine Beast Overlord.

But upon seeing the God-Slaying Puppet Fighters and Han Muye, his confidence began to crumble.

Unbeknownst to him, the God-Slaying Puppet Fighters’ cultivation abilities had already grown strong, nearly reaching the Overlord Level.

And Han Muye, whom he had once dismissed, had already reached the Overlord Level, suppressing his contemporaries with his power alone.

The last time they met, the God-Slaying Puppet Fighter had awakened him with a word.

In the years that followed, his cultivation and combat strength had advanced by leaps and bounds.

In the realm of Immortal Venerable, he was confident he could also dominate.

But he knew that with his strength and the resources at his disposal, becoming an Overlord was impossible.

He had always been somewhat of a slacker.

He would rather stay with a group of demons and be a great saint than earnestly complete various missions to properly earn resources.

But this time, he chose to bow his head.

A Beyond First-Rate Heavenly Bead every five years was his only chance to step into the realm of an Overlord.

“Big brother, you, you said…” the lone-horned Han Muye behind the Water Goblin said in a low voice with a complex expression.

As a great demon who followed the Water Goblin, he knew the Water Goblin very well.

The Water Goblin, who had always longed for freedom, how could he be willing to serve as a tributary?

Such an action was like placing a yoke upon his head.

“Do you still remember what Han Muye said at the Azure Heaven Altar?” the Water Goblin turned around, looked at all the demons, and asked.

What did Han Muye say?

The demons looked at each other.

“The next time the Heaven-Opening Sword Gate is opened, the altar will reconvene not in a thousand years, but nine hundred years from now.”

The Water Goblin’s expression was solemn as he looked toward the retreating Heavenly Demonic Beasts and the panicking Canaan Tribe.

In nine hundred years, the Heaven-Opening Sword Gate would be reopened.

What an excellent opportunity that would be.

The demons looked at each other again, excitement visible on their faces.

The Water Goblin shook his head and said nothing.

These demons would not understand his intent.

In nine hundred years, whether it was Han Muye, the God-Slaying Puppet Fighters, or other cultivators from Nine Mysteries City, along with the millions of various powerful entities, all would enter the Azure Heaven Plane.

At that time, if his cultivation had not yet stepped into the Overlord Level and his Origin was not stable, should he go or stay?

To go, with an unstable Origin, would not be easy either on the Path to the Heavens or in the Azure Heaven Plane.

To stay, what then?

Without the tiger in the mountain, does the monkey become the king?

Without those strong ones in the Lower Plane, what significance would the Water Goblin still have?

These demons behind him would not understand his thoughts.

The Water Goblin could give up his dignity, give up his pride.

Just reaching the Overlord Level within nine hundred years would make all his sacrifices worthwhile.

The once proud, never bowing Water Goblin had already died.

Now, he was truly willing to give his all in this fight.

In the distance, before a beam of light, the God-Slaying Puppet Fighter’s expression was indifferent.

At this moment, the body of the God-Slaying Puppet Fighter was almost no different from that of the Water Goblin, even his face bore a striking resemblance.

“So, seeing him willing to change, are you able to let go of your reservations?” Han Muye asked in a soft voice, standing next to the God-Slaying Puppet Fighter.

The God-Slaying Puppet Fighter nodded.

A bitter smile appeared on his face, “If you say he is my entanglement, indeed, he is also my entanglement.”

“If he cannot take the final step and fully step into the Overlord Level, then neither can I become an existence at the Overlord Level.”

Taking a deep breath, the God-Slaying Puppet Fighter’s eyes shone with endless divine light.

“This time, I can give my all to strike for the Overlord Level.”

Striking for the Overlord.

Who could have imagined that the God-Slayer, originally just a remnant soul of a Puppet Fighter, would actually strike for the Overlord Level now?

Han Muye nodded, looking into the distance.

“I’ll leave the matters of the Canaan Universe to you this time.”

“I should return to the Primordial Universe to settle unfinished matters.”

The Primordial Universe, that was the starting point of Han Muye’s cultivation.

Within the Primordial Universe lay the origin of Quantum Tribulations.

All these were connected to Han Muye, and he needed to resolve these entanglements.

“If I’m not mistaken, the Quantum Tribulation of this Plane is either due to the extraction of Origin by the Azure Heaven Plane or because too many powerful beings who harbored Origin have left this Plane.”

A lack of Origin results in Quantum Tribulation.

To quell the Quantum Tribulation, one needs to replenish the Origin.

Past Quantum Tribulations swept through heaven and earth, causing entire universes, and even many universes, to shatter, afterward taking the form of ruined realms to retransform the Origin into chaos and re-evolve heaven and earth.

For the beings within them, it was inevitably a catastrophic disaster.

“You want to replenish the Origin to dispel the Quantum Tribulation?” the God-Slaying Puppet Fighter asked in surprise upon hearing Han Muye’s words.

“You want to enter the Azure Heaven Plane and seize the Origin?”

This was no joking matter.

The last to enter the Azure Heaven Plane and cleave a piece of heaven and earth were the Sword God Lu Yue and the Nine Mysteries Peak Master, who had both already divided their souls and gone into slumber to evade pursuit by the Azure Heaven Plane.

Could it be that Han Muye also desired such an end?

“Actually, just the return of those Transcendents hidden in the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield could also replenish a great amount of Origin.”

Han Muye’s face showed a smile, speaking softly, “This way, I can also find out exactly which Origin the Azure Heaven Plane has extracted.”