Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

931 The Final Battle of Dao Struggle (7)

Sword Venerable Yuan Tian.

A powerful being from ancient times, known as the God of Swords.

Back then, this mighty figure split the heavens and earth with a single sword and ascended to the Immortal World.

It was also this same figure who cut off a branch of the Sky Reaching Tree with a sword and refined it into whipgrass.

The swordsmanship and art of refining of this powerful being were incredibly formidable.

Since Han Muye received the sword pellet from Ying Yang and handed it over to him, he had been guiding the sword radiance of Sword Venerable Yuan Tian within it, shattering his own primordial spirit and then reverting it back.

This comprehension of sword techniques imbued with the power of time and space allowed Han Muye’s own combat strength to skyrocket.

It seemed to Han Muye that this sword was a blade that transcended time.

Every time his divine soul was shattered, it would regenerate again.

This sword traveled through time and space, coming from countless millennia ago.

However, Han Muye knew that this sword could also directly traverse space.

For example, at this moment.

With a mysterious halo, Han Muye swung the sword in his hand, and the entire space in front of him shattered.

All the supreme-grade spirit stones around him were completely crushed.

Endless power converged, causing the spiritual light on his body to soar.

The sword radiance shone brilliantly.

Piercing through the ripples in the void, the sword cut the clear and bright river in two!

The river tried to evade, but it was utterly impossible to escape.

Even the divine court puppet, an ancient mighty figure that could devour a hidden saber Dao mighty figure with a single strike, was slashed into two by this sword.

What kind of sword strike was this!

The sword traversed endless space, severing it and entering the void.

Within the void, a startled cry could be heard: “Yuan Tian, you’re not dead—”

“Buzz!”

The sword light in Han Muye’s hand vibrated, and the cold sword edge condensed into a 100-foot-long halo.

“Die? Even if you loaches die, I won’t die.”

A deep voice faintly emerged and resounded in the surrounding void.

Sword Venerable Yuan Tian!

The spiritual light in Han Muye’s eyes flickered.

It was the voice of Sword Venerable Yuan Tian.

The one who had long ago split the heavens and earth and ascended to the immortal realm.

However, the voice at this moment was not the real Sword Venerable Yuan Tian.

The water ripples shook, and the Water Lord seemed extremely panicked, dissipating from the void.

Other yet-to-appear powerful beings also seemed to vanish directly.

The Immortal Spirit army that attacked the Heavenly Mystic retreated in disarray, not daring to make any moves even for a hundred thousand miles.

With Dang Wuyou’s fall, the Immortal Spirit side was left without a leader.

Dang Wuyou possessed the Divine Court puppet, which could suppress all sides.

But now, with Dang Wuyou’s demise, the puppet was also devoured, and no one in the Immortal Spirit world, regardless of who they were, could suppress those powerful beings of the Upper Three Heavens.

However, nobody paid attention to these matters. Everyone was immersed in astonishment, unable to regain their clarity for a while.

With the appearance of ancient powerful beings, the involvement of the Ancient Ascension Platform after the Dao Struggle, the existence of the Immortal Realm above this realm, and the multitude of chaotic information, it left everyone’s minds in disarray.

These pieces of information were no less than a mental earthquake, causing the faith of many cultivators to teeter on the verge of collapse.

It turned out that Heavenly Venerables were not the strongest in this realm. There were still powerful beings like the Water Lord in this realm.

Furthermore, according to the Divine Court puppet, after ascending to the Immortal Realm through the Ascension Platform, everyone became spiritual materials and spiritual herbs.

After a lifetime of arduous cultivation, they could only serve as materials for others.

Wasn’t it rumored that the ancient cultivators never returned after ascending?

Wasn’t it said that the collapse of the Divine Court back then was because the connection between the Immortal World and this realm was severed?

With various chaotic messages, it was unclear what was true and what was false, but each one overturned previous understanding.

Who was lying, after all?

The sky of the Heavenly Mystic World slowly closed.

The shattered heavens and earth slowly restored themselves.

Han Muye stood in the void, looking ahead with a calm expression, a glimmer of brilliance in his eyes.

In his hand, he held the Divine Court puppet, a saber given to him by Wang Zhengwu, the ancient expert in the saber Dao.

Within the saber resided the cultivation inheritance of Wang Zhengwu, as well as his various experiences, and the process of his thousand-year cultivation in the transformation pool, ultimately being refined into a puppet.

For a thousand years in the transformation pool, Wang Zhengwu was unrivaled in the saber Dao.

However, he was unwilling to give up his spiritual cultivation. In the end, when the thousand years had passed, a pair of large hands took him and directly integrated him into the puppet’s body, sending him to this realm as a guardian puppet of the Divine Court.

There were many others sent to various realms as guardian puppets alongside him, and his return to this realm was just a coincidence.

The immortal realm had sects skilled in refining sword weapons and various immortal treasures, as well as various sects skilled in puppet refinement, including the likes of the Blood Battle Sect, a renowned sect of slaughter and battle.

The 18 Spiritual Transformation Pools were guarded in turns by these major sects, resembling inexhaustible resource repositories.

Fortunately, the sealing of the Immortal Ascension Platform in this realm was not a big deal for the Immortal World.

After all, a transformation pool connected hundreds or thousands of worlds, so the loss of one or two worlds was normal.

The information seen within the long saber was not unfamiliar to Han Muye.

He had seen it among various treasures circulating in the Immortal World before.

For example, the spear that the Blood Battle Sect expert used to break the Wood Deity’s defense.

“Minister Han, although the Immortal Spirit army has temporarily retreated, they won’t give up on attacking,” Xu Wei’s voice sounded beside Han Muye.

A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes as he spoke in a low voice, “All orders have been issued on the frontlines. The Immortal Spirit Star cannot withstand the onslaught of the two powerful beings.”

“If even the Heavenly Mystic World cannot be preserved, we can evacuate early.”

The two Heavenly Venerable mighty figures, Sixth Brother Huang and Zhao Zhenghe, had taken action on the Immortal Spirit Star, and they possessed extremely powerful treasures.

No one could possibly withstand their attacks.

As long as the Immortal Spirit Star was shattered, the Immortal Spirit army would undoubtedly collapse.