Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

 

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Body Snatching?

Devouring?

Or perhaps fusion.

Heaven Ascension Immortal Sovereign had always exercised a somewhat detached control over Han Muye.

Bridging time and space with the method, the Celestial Array Dao spurred a convergence between the two parties, ultimately leading to a clash of their powers.

The Heavenly Cycle Formation was, after all, one of the methods to reshape heaven and earth.

Beyond the transmission of the method, the integration of the Dragon Crocodile Power directly fused the essence of vital energy and blood origin powers.

The more thorough the integration, the more aligned the source powers became.

If one were to say that this aggregation of two powers was still merely about the physical body and the path of cultivation, then the method of merging with the master of Nine Mystic Mountain was truly what made Han Muye identify with his own identity.

Han Muye was the master of Nine Mystic Mountain.

Heaven Ascension Immortal Sovereign was also the master of Nine Mystic Mountain.

If they were merged, what difference did it make?

At that moment, the body of Heaven Ascension Immortal Sovereign transformed into a phantom cloud mass that enveloped Han Muye, and the dragon crocodile’s skull behind him swallowed Han Muye and itself in one gulp.

Above the entire altar, endless divine light began to explode and intertwine.

In the distance, Ye Mingtang and others, standing in front of this divine light, were unable to keep their footing.

“Boom—”

A giant palm descended from the sky toward the altar, but was directly shattered by the divine light above the altar.

A figure in black armor fell from the sky, his expression grave.

This figure had a vertical mark between his eyebrows, his body’s origin aura incredibly stable, holding a long spear in his hand, the tip of which emitted a biting chill. ṜÁΝọᛒÊⱾ

“I knew you people from the Desolate Wilderness would resort to tricks.”

“You pledged allegiance to our Azure Heaven Plane, and now, you’ve fused with the Desolate Wilderness origin.”

Azure Heaven Plane.

This spear-wielding figure was actually a person from the Azure Heaven Plane.

His aura trembled, and above the military formation of the distant Azure Heaven Plane’s army, streaks of cloud light began to drift.

The cloud light seemed to weigh billions of pounds, pressing directly down on the Divine Source Heavenly Palace.

Countless palaces were shattered by this cloud light, their creatures turned into vapor, their vital energy and origins dissipating.

The enhancement of the power of heaven and earth and the aggregation of origin power caused the divine crystals within the Divine Realm to constantly purify, forming blocks of Bloodstone.

Countless Bloodstones shattered again, returning to heaven and earth.

Above the sky, a massive golden beam of light descended.

The power of the Azure Heaven Plane was discernible within that beam of light.

The figure of Heavenly Palace Lord Ye Mingtang stood outside the beam of light, his expression complex.

It was not just him, but also the other Heavenly Cycle Battlefield cultivators behind him, those who had avoided the Quantum Tribulation and hadn’t emerged for countless years, who now stood outside the beam of light.

“For countless years, with every continuation or destruction of the Desolate Wilderness, we have always remained detached,” remarked a young man in a golden robe and golden crown, shaking his head as he whispered softly.

A top powerful being had grown indifferent to all worldly matters, such changes in heaven and earth meant little to them.

Hiding in the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield, waiting for the Quantum Tribulation to end, was the thought among these powerful beings.

“Gone, whether the Desolate Wilderness is shattered or falls into decline, what does it have to do with me?” With a long laugh, an elderly man with hoary hair spread his form and flew off into the distance.

But no sooner had he moved than his expression changed.

The heaven and earth in front of him seemed like layers of ice walls, blocking him.

“The space, locked down,” Ye Mingtang murmured in a low voice, his face pale with shock.

Locking down space, he had seen it once during a Quantum Tribulation.

At that time, a top contender from an upper plane had acted, pressing down the Plane’s force and directly shattering most of the Desolate Wilderness.

Ninety-nine percent of all beings locked in that space turned to ashes.

“No, it can’t be.” A powerful being who had reached the end of Immortal Sovereign status, possessing the strength of a Half-Step Overlord from the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield, murmured in disbelief, his eyes wide.

“Blocking the encroachment of the Azure Heaven Plane, I just need to retrieve the power that belongs to me to control everything.”

In the void, the voice of Heaven Ascension Immortal Sovereign resounded.

In the distance, a sword light soared into the sky, slashing directly toward the Divine Source Heavenly Palace.

But the sword light was fixed in mid-air.

An ethereal figure materialized mid-air.

Han Muye was his name, yet the aura emitted from this figure was different.

Killing intent swirled around Huang Zhihu.

“Give me back my foster father!” She pointed the sword edge forward.

The ethereal Han Muye’s face showed a slight smile as he looked toward the distant army.

“Silly girl, don’t you understand yet?”

“I am the Nine Mysteries Peak Master, I am the Primordial Qi God, and I am also the sword caretaker guarding within the Sword Pavilion.”

“I am Han Muye.”

His aura kept changing, now indistinguishable from Han Muye’s own.

His gaze fell on the distant military formation, and on those figures who had emerged from the Desolate Wilderness.

“You can feel it, can’t you?”

“I am Han Muye.”

“For many years, countless reversals of time and space have all been for this very arrangement.”

“Now, the Desolate Wilderness is only a step away from becoming a true Plane, and I need your help.”

The ethereal figure surged with intense blood essence.

This was a display of Dragon Crocodile Power.

Wisps of cloud rose, forming various phenomena around his body.

This is only achieved at the peak of refining weapons.

This figure was indeed the God of Artifact Refinement, the Nine Mysteries Peak Master.

Those powerful beings who had followed him from the Galaxy Universe, the controllers of the battle puppets, slowly lowered their weapons.

On the other side, countless divine beasts, including Zhu Rong, also halted.

“Buzz—”

A resonance echoed through the void.

A figure clad in black great demon armor, holding a long spear, stepped forward.

With one step, the spear thrust forward, striking the ethereal figure.

The ethereal Han Muye remained unmoved, merely raising his hand to block the spear thrust while looking at the person before him.

“Heaven Trampling Immortal Venerable, Huang Zhenxiong.”

Huang Zhihu’s father, the Heaven Trampling Immortal Venerable.

Huang Six.

“If you were Han Muye, you would not address me in such a manner,” Huang Six said with a grin, his eyes shimmering brightly.

“You should remember, in the Sword Pavilion, I treated you as my one and only brother.”

“Remember, Huang Six has no other skill but to regard life and death with equanimity.”

Huang Six pointed his spear forward once again.

Huang Zhihu also raised her sword again.

The ethereal figure of Han Muye shook slightly, a light smile appearing on his face.

“What of it?”

“By blocking the Azure Sky Plane and merging back my own power, I can become the sovereign of the Desolate Wilderness, reshaping it.”

“Isn’t everything for the sake of reshaping the Desolate Wilderness, for the Plane to return?”

“Are you now going to stop all this? Then what was the purpose of your cultivation, your constant perseverance?”

For what?

The ethereal voice of Han Muye echoed in the endless void.

At that moment, everyone fell silent.

Whether it was Zhu Rong, Xu Zhi, the ever-following God-Slaying Puppet Fighters, Chaotic Divine Beasts, or the Five Elements Divine Furnace, they all remained silent.

Would Han Muye choose to sacrifice himself to reshape the Desolate Wilderness if this were truly him?

If it were not Han Muye, then was sacrificing Han Muye worth it to reshape the Desolate Wilderness?

“Return my foster father,” Huang Zhihu swung her sword.

Huang Six laughed heartily, thrusting his spear forward.

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