Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

1289 Spending 100 billion Immortal Spiritual Rocks to Upgrade the Immortal Source World

“Foster father!”

Huang Zhihu turned around and saw Han Muye standing in the air.

It had been two thousand years, but his adoptive father still looked the same.

At this moment, Huang Zhihu felt like she had returned to her days at the Imperial Academy, where she had practiced tirelessly just to not disappoint her adoptive father.

Compared to her biological father, Huang Six, her adoptive father held a more special place in Huang Zhihu’s heart.

Her father was a hero, but her adoptive father had been strict with her and had given her the best of everything in the world.

From the moment she started cultivating, Huang Zhihu knew that she was different from others.

Whether it was in the Western Frontier or the Central Continent, in the Sword Dao, or the Confucian Dao, she had strived to become someone others would look up to.

She always remembered that before she started cultivating, her adoptive father had brought her through the Desolate Wilderness, stepping over mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Han Muye’s gaze landed on Huang Zhihu and he nodded with a faint smile.

With just that smile, Huang Zhihu’s eyes welled up with tears.

“Senior Brother Han!”

“It’s Sword Ancestor Muye!”

A cry of astonishment came from the sword formation below.

Even though many sword cultivators under Huang Zhihu’s command had changed over the years, the core members were still those whom Han Muye had helped assemble.

They had experienced the struggles, witnessed the collapse of the Immortal Source World, and watched Sword Ancestor Muye rise to prominence.

In their eyes, Sword Ancestor Muye was unbeatable.

Han Muye nodded and looked at the chaotic foreign army below and the cultivators hovering in the sky.

Immortal energy radiated.

He Qu also looked at Han Muye.

Although Han Muye didn’t emit immortal energy, his calm demeanor and the cheers of all the Tianxuan cultivators indicated that he was a true powerhouse.

As a Heaven Immortal, He Qu feared no one in the mortal world.

However, the Heaven and Earth powers of the mortal world suppressed the power of Heaven Immortals. It would be very troublesome for him to unleash power that exceeded this world.

If he was in the Immortal World, he could easily crush everyone here with a wave of his hand.

They were all mere ants.

With a cold snort, He Qu decided to take action directly.

Since this man was the one others had placed their hopes on, killing him in front of everyone would shatter their morale.

With determination, he raised his hand and pushed the blood-colored crocodile that Broken Spear had transformed into forward.

The blood-colored crocodile roared and charged at Han Muye.

Its body was huge, and it crashed through the void, causing rifts.

The power of this blood crocodile exceeded the limit of this world.

The power of this blood crocodile had exceeded the limits of this world, at least possessing the strength of the Void Refinement Realm.

No wonder Huang Zhihu had led her sword formation back to the Immortal Source World.

The sword formation alone wouldn’t be able to withstand the impact of this blood crocodile.

This was the suppression of power.

As the blood crocodile charged into the Immortal Source World, the entire world trembled.

It was the world’s inherent forces struggling against the power of the blood crocodile, producing a deafening roar.

Unfortunately, the blood crocodile’s power was too overwhelming; it ignored even the world’s forces and headed straight for Han Muye.

Below, sword lights rose from the sword formation.

Around them, many cultivators activated their spiritual energy.

Could Sword Ancestor Muye withstand such an attack?

“A broken immortal treasure, and he dares to show off.” Watching the blood crocodile charging towards him, Han Muye muttered and raised his sword.

The sword energy transformed into a dazzling galaxy, instantly cleaving the blood crocodile in half.

“Boom—”

The shattered starry sword light pierced through the heavens and caused the entire sky to collapse.

“Bang!”

The blood-red broken spear shattered into countless streams of vengeful blood, spreading out in all directions.

One strike!

With a casual swing of his sword, Han Muye had shattered the blood crocodile that seemed as unstoppable as the heavens.

Everyone had thought it would be a fierce battle, but it turned out to be this simple.

“How could—”

He Qu’s eyes widened as he stared at the broken spear.

That was an immortal treasure, an opportunity he had obtained from the sect.

It was precisely because of this opportunity that he could cultivate to the Heaven Immortal realm.

It was also this opportunity that had brought him and a group of sect disciples to the mortal world.

But his true opportunity had not yet been realized, and this immortal treasure had been cleaved in two?

How was that possible!

Behind He Qu, the cultivators from the Immortal World also panicked.

They were well aware of the immense power of this treasure.

In a previous encounter in a mortal world, this treasure had directly shattered half of the world and devoured the life force of its inhabitants.

“This sword is too strong!” The cultivators from the Four Spirit Realms all exclaimed in shock, instinctively stepping back.

With such a powerful figure in the Immortal Source World, no matter how many of them came, they would all die.

Several Heavenly Venerable cultivators quietly retreated.

“The Sword Ancestor is already so powerful!” Many people in the Heavenly Mystic Sword Formation widened their eyes.

They had always known that Han Muye possessed formidable combat power, and he had never disappointed them.

But they hadn’t expected him to become this powerful.

The blood crocodile, which had forced them to retreat all the way, had been cleaved in two with a single sword.

Not far away, surprise flashed in Sixth Brother Huang’s eyes.

“This fellow is still so strong…”

Since his days at the Sword Sect, Huang Six had known that he couldn’t match up to Han Muye.

Later on, he entered the demonic Dao world and fought. He was lucky enough to become the Heaven Trampling Demon King with powerful combat strength.

He had hoped that his strength would intimidate Han Muye, but he didn’t expect Han Muye to be even stronger.

Now, after 2,000 years, the strength Han Muye had displayed was beyond his comprehension.

“Mm, looks like I’ll have to take Sister Ping to the Immortal World with me.”

Huang Six’s eyes shone brightly as he whispered.

“Buzz!”

In front of Han Muye, the heavens and earth collapsed and shattered, becoming tainted with blood and turning into a blood-red world.

He Qu, who was about to turn around and escape, suddenly stopped in his tracks. He looked ecstatic.

“Haha, the Blood Sea Tide is the awakening of Patriarch Blood Sea!”