Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Charging forward, the initially scattered troops slowly formed into a single long dragon.

Riding a Black Tiger Demon, Zhu Rong’s fiery red armor emitted an intense blaze of light.

From the sky, eight hundred Gray Wolf war mounts formed into an arrow, tearing through the Wasteland as they charged forward.

A charge across thousands of miles naturally belonged to the Gray Wolf cavalry.

It was only in assault battles that the Demon Bull Battle Array was deployed.

Han Muye stood next to the stone platform, observing the thundering army, a trace of sentiment crossing his face.

Though there were only eight hundred cavalry, and their individual strength might not seem formidable,

In the Lower Plane, such an army could sweep across a cosmos directly.

The stars in front of the army would be shattered without any resistance.

Because whether it was the tribespeople of Blazing Prairie,

the demon beasts, or the armor, all possessed flawless origin power.

Once they reached the Lower Plane, though their cultivation abilities might be lesser, their combat strength was incomparably formidable.

Beneath the Immortal Sovereign, without sufficient origin support, none could withstand these war mounts.

This was also why the Upper Plane overwhelmed all the Lower Planes.

Armor, origin power.

Some people are born in places where origin power is flawless.

Yet for the vast majority in the Lower Planes, many strong beings spend their entire lives chasing after Primordial Perfection yet never achieve it.

Is this fair?

Actually, it hardly matters whether it’s fair or not.

Turning his head to look around, due to the army’s deployment, the scattered tribespeople spontaneously organized themselves.

Some began to patrol, some started gathering supplies, while others went to assist in forging.

A thriving community, where everyone’s enthusiasm is high,

This enthusiasm stems from the tribe’s strength, the constant enhancement of combat power, and the continuous accumulation of various resources.

For any rising power, without this collective enthusiasm and cohesion, success is unattainable.

“Boom—”

Above the sky, a sound like rolling thunder resounded.

Lately, this sound had become increasingly frequent.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes, gazing at the sky, as if attempting to see through the heavens and earth beyond the sky.

The beings in the Ancient Desolate Ruins have not much time left.

Whether to stay in the Ancient Desolate Ruins or to use the Great Desolate Ruins Realm to leave and return to the universe,

this choice would soon be made by countless beings.

“Human Tribe of the Vast Wilderness.” A dazzling divine light shone in Han Muye’s eyes, “Divine Source Heavenly Palace, I know what you are doing,

but I will give you a surprise.”

To lead the primordial divine beasts out of the Ruins Realm, return to the universe, become part of the Divine Realm,

or even journey to the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield,

The Divine Source Heavenly Palace wants tens of thousands of divine beasts to join.

Whether they want to or not, once those divine beasts use the help of the Divine Source Heavenly Palace to leave the Ancient Desolate Ruins,

the Divine Source Heavenly Palace has myriad methods to turn those beasts into their own power.

The Divine Source Heavenly Palace, controlling the Divine Realm for thousands of years, has an incredibly strong foundation.

On the contrary, since Han Muye arrived at the Ancient Desolate Ruins, he had hardly had any contact with the divine beast tribes,

Even though this tribe is among the top forces of the Vast Wilderness.

Han Muye stayed among a human tribe of just over a hundred people, quietly helping them enhance their strength.

Now, this tribe has grown to several thousand people, among them, a cavalry squadron has also been formed.

But thus far, such strength is still negligible to any divine beast tribe.

Not even worth a second glance.

“Buzz—”

In front of Han Muye, a golden light screen rose.

Displayed on the light screen were the charging cavalry.

Zhu Rong led the army, roaring across the wilderness.

The divine light on the screen revealed the figure of the Blazing Prairie Divine Beast.

This divine beast, now six zhang in size, spread its wings, each flap covering a hundred miles.

Engulfing flames coiled around its body, surging forward.

The Flying Cloud Beast was attacked, which incited boundless rage in the Blazing Prairie Divine Beast.

“Roar—”

A long howl echoed, audible for thousands of miles.

Blazing Prairie’s body carried the bloodline of the Divine Bird Bi Fang, which was exceedingly rich.

Nourished daily by the Bloodstone, its strength had already surpassed that of the Flying Cloud Beast.

Add to that its strong comprehension and excellent talents, it had unconsciously grasped the great laws taught by Han Muye.

This was even a source of envy for Zhu Rong.

It could be said that now, the strongest entity in the Blazing Prairie Tribe, not counting Han Muye, was the Blazing Prairie Divine Beast.

Of course, the cavalry could not be counted.

However, the Blazing Prairie Divine Beast was just beginning its journey, and it still had infinite potential for growth.

“Whoosh—”

A crimson feather flew towards the Blazing Prairie Divine Beast on the light screen in front of Han Muye.

Blazing Prairie extended its claws, directly shattering it.

The divine light on its body transformed into a flame dragon, roaring as it surged towards the distance.

Countless Cloud Mists were dispelled into vapor under the impact of this flame dragon.

The Blazing Prairie Divine Beast also cleared its view of the direction from which the crimson feather had come.

Hundreds of Gray Wolves and other demon beasts formed various circles, protecting the ores within.

Outside were the Blazing Prairie tribespeople, armed with various weapons, tensely standing guard.

The Flying Cloud Beast and the Floating Sheep jointly resisted the onslaught of at least four divine beasts.

Outside the ore transport team were various demon beasts and human races with different shapes.

These humans wore animal skins and bones, holding wooden clubs and bone staffs, just as when Han Muye first saw the people of the Blazing Prairie Tribe.

As several people holding bone staffs chanted loudly, various colored halos covered these tribespeople.

These halos either transformed into various mutated beasts, became protective light screens, or solidified into claws and weapons.

Ritual Masters.

These were the Ritual Masters who utilized the power of divine beasts.