Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 2244: 1000, old friends last forever through millennia, this is cultivation indeed!

Han Muye’s arrival caused Yu Chen’s body to revert back to human form as he fell back.

“Senior Brother Han, this is Cao Lin, a disciple of the Gathering Spirit Godly Lord. He’s already at the peak of the Dominion Realm. They are now contending for the Divine Venerate’s relics, seeking to claim justice through the incident of the Divine Venerate’s collapse.”

Yu Chen spoke in a low voice.

The disciples of the Gathering Spirit Godly Lord fought each other for the Divine Venerate’s remains, striking fiercely.

Several figures in the Dominion Realm, together with those in the Reincarnation Realm, battled fiercely. Initially, Cao Lin was the rebel, and now it seems he particularly sought a way to trouble Yu Chen.

It was said that originally, Yu Chen and another person had entered the grand hall, and thereafter, the Divine Venerate had collapsed.

Yu Chen, being from the Heavenly Transformation Dragon clan, is best left untouched, the only one who might take action is Han Muye, who accompanied Yu Chen.

By capturing Han Muye, he thought he would avenge the Divine Venerate, consolidate some scattered disciples of the Divine Venerate, and thus have more confidence in contending for the relics.

That was Cao Lin’s plan.

However, he didn’t expect that upon arriving at the Heavenly Transformation Altar, Yu Chen would go all out to stop him, refusing to hand over Han Muye.

Luckily, Han Muye came out by himself at this time.

“Hehe, I thought you’d wait until I stripped that dragon scale off Yu Chen before you’d come out.”

“Since you’re out, come with me,” he beckoned.

Cao Lin laughed long, stretching out his hand to grab directly at Han Muye.

That palm transformed into an evening cloud that engulfed the sky, suppressing a thousand miles around, allowing no origin power to stir.

The peak of the Dominion Realm.

This was using the power of cloud and water, controlling the Origin, not far from breaking into the Void Breaking Boundary.

No wonder Cao Lin dared to betray and severely wound the Godly Lord; he truly had the strength and capital to do so.

Even in front of the peak of the Dominion Realm, Yu Chen felt his whole body tremble, relying only on the Origin power of the Heavenly Transformation Dragon to support him.

But he was not afraid.

He knew who he was standing before.

Han Muye looked at the palm pressing down from above and snorted lightly.

In front of him, a blue-gray three-foot-long sword appeared.

In reality, the sword should have been black and white, but because the two forces were intertwined, to outsiders, it seemed blue-gray.

The sword was slender, merely three feet long indeed.

The sword had just appeared, and Cao Lin, the Great Lord, had already widened his eyes.

Because on this sword, there was a power that he found terrifying, making his whole body tremble with fear.

It was a power that made him feel as though he should kneel even at a glance.

“How is this possible…”

With a low murmur, he turned and fled.

Han Muye chuckled and shook his head.

Such decisiveness in a Dominion Realm powerhouse, indeed, was rare.

However, since he had already made his move, wouldn’t it be a blow to his face not to keep him here?

“Buzz—”

The sword flashed, transforming into a billion sword edges, with a forward thrust, shattering all the gathering clouds.

The sword edge swept up, locking the body of Cao Lin, the Great Lord, pulling him back as he fell.

His entire body was locked down by the black and white forces.

“This, this, what level of power is this…”

He was completely stunned.

His body was locked down, as if it would shatter immediately.

That great pressure felt like billions of worlds pressing down from above.

Even a Dominion Realm being would have their body shattered under such tremendous pressure.

If it wasn’t for his teacher being the Gathering Spirit Godly Lord and the vast resources he controlled, he would have already collapsed.

Unable to withstand even a beam of sword light, what kind of powerhouse was this?

Han Muye’s gaze fell on Cao Lin, the Great Lord, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

Let alone a Dominion Realm figure like Cao Lin, even a Void-breaker, and even a typical Divine Realm expert, could not withstand his single sword attack.

Now his sword was not even a sword, but a merged force of God-Ending Power and his own sword path.

The sword, appearing only three feet long, was actually a manifestation of billions of swords merging, each sword representing a world.

A single strike was indeed the grinding of billions of worlds.

Even ten like Cao Lin could be directly shattered.

The reason he did not kill Cao Lin was that he needed to completely extract all of Cao Lin’s resources and dominion over Qiankun Heaven and Earth.

A cultivator who betrayed his master should not be spared.

Cao Lin fell, gritting his teeth and trembling all over.

He could feel his Qiankun World collapsing, the plane he controlled was also being pervaded by a mighty power.

Looking up at Han Muye, he let out a low roar and turned to flee again.

This time, Han Muye did not make a move to stop him, watching him leave.

The army that followed him was naturally in a panicked flight as they left.

“Senior Brother Han, should we pursue?” Yu Chen asked.

He knew Han Muye was strong, but he had not expected him to defeat Cao Lin so effortlessly with a single sword.

This level of strength was already beyond his perception.

Is this the God Realm?

Han Muye shook his head and looked into the distance.

He could sense that a Divine Realm cultivator was quietly observing this place but ultimately did not make a move.

Unfortunately, he had intended to continue fighting a Divine Realm authority.

The sustenance from a Divine Realm Expert would have been truly sufficient…

“Don’t worry about it. When they come again, I will make my move,”

Han Muye murmured softly, his figure disappearing from the spot.

Come again?

Yu Chen looked into the distance. Would Cao Lin, the Great Venerable dare to come?

Han Muye returned to his chamber, with pale grey sword light emerging around him.

He lifted his hand, and in front of him, a faint golden light revealed the form of Cao Lin, the Great Venerable, fleeing.

With a tap of his finger, Cao Lin, the Great Venerable’s body trembled, his complexion turning pale.

“Why is this sword light so formidable…”

Grinding his teeth, he raised his hand and clutched at a green orb.

This was a Qiankun Bead, representing a Qiankun World.

Cao Lin, the Great Venerable of the Dominance Realm, had condensed more than one Qiankun World.

“Burst.”

The Qiankun World shattered, all its power merging into his body, which then entwined with the pale white sword light surrounding him.

This power, vast and hard to deplete, was still quickly dissolved in front of the pale white sword light.

Of course, what Cao Lin, the Great Venerable didn’t know was that his power was being devoured by the pale white sword light, stored, and then transformed into the sustenance Han Muye needed to enhance his cultivation abilities.

Feeling the power around him being rapidly dissolved, Cao Lin, the Great Venerable’s complexion worsened even more.

“Quick, escort this sovereign to meet Brother Zhao Yuan,” he shouted lowly.

Layers of gold light pressed down outside Cao Lin, the Great Venerable’s body, locking away all his powers.

The army escorted him, and quickly left.

Han Muye made the light screen vanish, a swirl of azure and jade aura entwined in his palm.

This was the sustenance extracted from Cao Lin, the Great Venerable.

This single mass of light and shadow alone was worth at least several stars.

“I’m also curious about who is behind Cao Lin.”

In the chamber, gold light surged and Flowing Light flashed around Han Muye, strands of black and white sword light devouring the azure aura.

A hundred days later.

Within the Heavenly Transformation Altar, divine light streamed out, with pillars of light emerging.

Within the pillars of light, billions of sword lights surged.

Han Muye moved his figure, landing before that sword light, his expression revealing some excitement.

“Huang Zhihu pays his respects to Foster Father!”

“Intermediate Sword Sect disciples pay respects to the Sect Master.”

“Senior Brother Han.”

“Minister Han.”

…

Han Muye’s gaze fell before him.

Huang Zhihu.

Xu Zhi.

Changgong.

Instructor Lin.

…

And a figure clad in a white jade long gown.

“Husband.”

Looking at Han Muye before her, Sister Mu Wan’s eyes were tender as water.

“Beyond myriad heavens and earth, reuniting after more than a thousand years, old friends remain; this is cultivation…” Han Muye laughed heartily, sword lights surging around him.

Reuniting with old friends from once trivial times across myriad Planes, what joy!