Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

1224 Immortal Burial City (4)

The others also had smiles on their faces as their gazes landed on Han Muye.

“Boom!”

In the sky, sword lights surged chaotically.

Han Muye burst into laughter, the sword in his hand transforming into a flame-engulfed dragon.

“Incinerate the mountains and rivers!”

A resounding shout, and the flame-engulfed dragon formed by the sword light condensed into a towering volcano, collapsing with a deafening roar.

A mountain crumbled, myriad mountains collapsed.

The sky within thousands of miles shattered completely, and all sword lights were swept away.

“It’s, it’s Senior Brother Jiwu’s ‘Heaven Incineration Sword Technique’!” Someone exclaimed from a distance within the void.

“Senior Brother Chen Jiwu presided over the ‘Heaven Incineration Sect’, but later fell, and the inheritance of this supreme technique was lost. I never expected…”

“That, is that the Heaven Incineration Sword?” Li Yungang said softly.

People gazed at the broken sword in Han Muye’s hand. The blade was rusty, covered in spots, cracks running through its divine patterns. This sword was only slightly stronger than a fire poker.

Yet, with just this sword, the sky within thousands of miles shattered, and endless immortal light collapsed.

“Senior Brother Jiwu’s ultimate technique has reappeared. Good, good…”

Someone sighed before suddenly widening his eyes.

This was because the sword in Han Muye’s hand had changed, replaced with a half-foot-long broken sword of greenish-gray color.

The broken sword descended, causing a dazzling burst of golden light.

“Slash—”

In the void, the sword was split into two!

“Void Slash!”

“It’s Uncle-Master Jin Hao’s Void Slash!”

“Back then, Senior Brother Jin Hao died in the Immortal Burial City. His ultimate technique, Void Slash, was lost. Many of our fellow disciples felt it was a pity…”

Around them, a commotion arose.

No one had expected Yunlan Sword Immortal to display both of these lost supreme techniques.

“Could this kid have been studying these lost sword arts of the Sword Sect during his seclusion?” Li Yungang muttered softly while watching the ever-changing sword light in Han Muye’s hand.

“Where did he learn all these sword techniques?”

“Boom!”

In the sky, waves of clouds gathered and dispersed.

With another strike, a bloody color could be discerned.

Another round of astonished cries ensued.

Every sword light Han Muye executed was a lost sword technique.

Some were renowned techniques of past Sword Sect predecessors that had eventually faded away.

Others were obscure predecessors, their entire lives spent cultivating in obscurity, without fame. Yet, now their sword techniques shone brilliantly in Han Muye’s hands, each strike suppressing elite opponents.

“Su Jiansheng cultivated for 3,800 years in his life, entered the Heaven Realm, and created the Three Spirits Cloud Soaring Sword Technique.”

“Bai Yuhe has stepped into the the Heaven Immortal Void Realm and died outside Soul-Severing Valley. She was good at the Storm Sword Technique.”

“Zhan Tianqi, the Hall Master of the Heaven Enlightenment Hall of the Sword Sect. He cultivated the Heaven’s Equal Sword Technique his entire life and once fought valiantly and undefeated against a Zenith Heaven Sword Immortal. He died 3.52 million years ago.”

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With each sword technique Han Muye executed, he softly murmured their names.

It was as if a series of phantoms appeared around him.

These images of predecessors floated, clashing with the sword techniques of countless generations of Sword Sect disciples under Han Muye’s guidance.

Unknowingly, Han Muye seemed to hear hearty laughter.

These predecessors were able to witness the glory of the Sword Sect today, engage in battle with their descendants, and perhaps they felt content in their hearts.

Han Muye’s spiritual soul rapidly advanced, surging like a torrent from his initial state as a Golden Immortal.

In three days, the sword lights in his hand didn’t stop, and beneath him, no one could breach his sword formation.

In three days, his spiritual soul achieved a perfect Golden Immortal state. His body had also stablizied through cultivation and defined the Void Interpretation Stage of the Heaven Immortal Realm.

His spiritual soul had grown stronger by an entire realm, compared to his own Dao cultivation.

Such a unique form of cultivation was likely unimaginable to outsiders.

“Clang—”

Swords clashed, and Han Muye finally stepped back, countless sword formations rising toward the sky below.

Numerous elite disciples of the Sword Sect cried out, their sword lights transforming into meteors.

In the midst of the void, sword lights intertwined, no longer distinguishing who was Yunlan Sword Immortal. They simply rushed at whoever still had an intact sword formation.

As for those whose formations were shattered, they quickly sought out their fellow disciples and formed new formations.

And so, chaos reigned as formations were established and broken.

Sword lights weaved through the void, beyond the recognition of those ancestral spirits, who could only watch intently.

In seven days, a few formations gradually stabilized, becoming impregnable.

The strongest sword formation directly crushed all the sword formations and stood alone in the void.

Zhenxuan Hall’s Yunlan Sword Immortal Invincible Han Xuntian Hall’s Wind Spirit Sword Immortal Su Jian, Zhantian Hall’s Bai Yue Sword Immortal Bai Tu, Luhe Hall’s Clearwater Sword Immortal Chen Sishui, Sanjin Hall’s Golden Jade Sword Immortal Yu Shuling, and Zhenhuang Hall’s Heaven Roar Sword Immortal Daoist Ku Xu.

Even the Chief of Zhantian Hall of Swords Sect, Li Yungang, couldn’t break the Six Mystic Heavenly Essence Formation formed by the six sword immortals.

Witnessing this formation dominating the void, Li Yungang couldn’t help but feel an itch in his hands. Encouraged by a few old folks beside him, he moved forward to break the formation.

He ended up suffering a great loss of face.

After the battle within the formed void, the list of names Han Muye intended to take to the Immortal Burial City was finalized.

The six companions chosen by him weren’t the strongest, but they were the ones who could cooperate with him to suppress the void.

As for the other formations, they weren’t composed of disciples who had practiced together in the past. Surprisingly, many of them were unfamiliar to one another. Yet, at this moment, they were able to fight side by side as fellow disciples.

After this battle, many people realized that the Sword Sect’s sword art legacies could complement each other.

For example, when Han Muye and the others formed the array, the Sword Technique of the Zhenxuan Hall that Han Muye used and the Sword Immortal of the Zhenhuang Hall, Daoist Ku Xu’s Sword Technique of the Zhenhuang Hall actually resonated with each other and stacked up.

With just the two of them, the power of the formation doubled.

After the battle, the Sword Clan was suddenly engulfed in a wave of seeking sword companions.

Perhaps everyone had a group of companions they had been separated from for many years, and were destined to fight side by side.