Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The endless lightning gathered along with the thrust of the three-foot-long sword, as if this stroke was the condensation of thunder, as if it was the sovereign of the origin power between heaven and earth.

This thrust reached ultimate speed that no one could sense how many brilliant powers were within the sword light—the sword had already been thrust.

“Boom——”

The three-foot-long sword pierced the decaying and collapsing gateway of the Yuming Sword Sect, shattering the dilapidated remnants of the gate.

The mountainous power carried within the sword edge smashed all those walls and suppressed them right there on the spot.

Dust swirled and intertwined, unable to scatter.

Within a ten-mile radius, the earth and sky shook.

This sword was to an extreme in strength!

“Is this master’s true strength…” Xu Fengran whispered softly as he watched the flickering sword light, a hint of yearning visible in his eyes.

This stroke already possessed the power to split heaven and earth, at least at the Half-step Universe Realm.

In Xu Fengran’s eyes, Han Muye’s cultivation wasn’t high; what was truly formidable were his sword cultivation abilities and understanding.

Considering today, Han Muye, even with his status in the All-Encompassing Sword Sect, could possess such cultivation and combat strength—what achievements could he reach once he left this place?

Behind him, the people of the All-Encompassing Sword Sect were dazzled.

This stroke surpassed their comprehension entirely.

The legacy of the All-Encompassing Sword Sect, could there be such a grand stroke?

As the broken gateway collapsed thunderously, countless sword lights emerged from the abyss ahead, the extent of which was unknown.

Each strand of sword light carried a dark halo, as if this sword light could be blessed by the power of heaven and earth.

But just as these sword lights appeared, they were sealed and suppressed by the mist overhead.

The entire abyss was designed to suppress these swords.

“Roar——”

From the abyss split by the sword light, chilling roars echoed.

The mutated beasts in front of the mountain gate rose slowly, advancing toward Han Muye step by step.

Each of these beasts was at the peak of the Dao Realm, possessing the combat strength of the Extreme Dao Realm.

The few in the lead even had the surging power of the Prime Origin Realm.

Around them, even more mutated beasts appeared.

At least a thousand formidable mutated beasts surrounded the space before the mountain gate.

“Come on…”

“Let this sovereign see how much of the Yuming Sword Sect’s legacy remains.”

From the depths of the abyss, a voice slowly rose.

This voice, low and ancient like the one before, made one’s heart tremble.

All the disciples at the Entering Dao Realm trembled involuntarily, struggling to grip their swords.

“The legacy of the Yuming Sword Sect?” Han Muye murmured to himself as he walked forward step by step.

He suddenly thrust his sword, sending out a thousand-zhang-long sword light.

This sword light was incredibly swift; the giant beast in front, nearly thirty feet long, hadn’t lifted its head before it was already pierced through the neck, with its blood essence burst out and scattered around.

At least ten basin-sized top-grade Pantian Stones scattered in the surroundings.

This one stroke could earn tens of thousands of lower-grade Pantian Stones!

In the eyes of a true strongman, Pantian Stones really meant nothing.

At this moment, those All-Encompassing Sword Sect disciples finally understood that a strongman would never lack Pantian Stones.

“That was the opening stroke of the Yuming Thirteen Swords!”

Xu Zhichu muttered to himself, disbelief shining in his eyes.

“The first few strokes of the Yuming Thirteen Swords are also passed down in our sect. The elders in the sect say that this sword technique is not marvelous and is far from our sect’s legacy…”

Yet this sword technique, purportedly far from our sect’s legacy, could possess such combat strength.

How could this be possible?

“In the world, there are no useless sword techniques. How to use them, how to imprint one’s Sword Dao with one’s unique mark, that is what every sword cultivator seeks.”

The words of Han Muye rang out as he thrust his sword again.

This time, it was not a thrust, but a sweep—a sweep of the sword unleashed ten thousand zhang of starlight.

The most splendid endless galaxy among the Yuming Thirteen Swords.

Although this stroke was originally a feint, in Han Muye’s hands, millions of sword lights transformed into millions of stars, thrusting all the nearby mutated beasts away.

“What a move, ‘Endless Galaxy.’ Back then, Liao Shisan said that the galactic essence of the Yuming Thirteen Swords was utterly useless. If he could see your stroke, he would die of shame.”

Excitement penetrated the voice that came from the depths of the abyss, and there was also a hint of emotion.

“Senior, you have already killed Sect Master Liao Fan, haven’t you?”

Han Muye, holding his sword, looked toward the distance where clouds and mist enveloped the depths.

Liao Fan, the former master of the Yuming Sword Sect, possessed the cultivation of the Life and Death Realm and was a top-notch expert of his time.

His sword techniques had reached the level of moved mountains with each stroke.

“Haha, Liao Shisan only mastered twelve of the Yuming Thirteen Swords, how could he possibly be a match for the Immortal Sovereign?”

“Back then, our master favored him, passing the position of sect master to him, saying that I couldn’t bring glory to the Yuming Sword Sect.”

“Liao Shisan, with that little ability, couldn’t even inherit the legacy of the Yuming Thirteen Swords… ”

It seemed that Han Muye’s words stirred the emotions of the person beneath the ground, and that crazed voice echoed loudly.

The voice paused, and the heaven and earth around suddenly transformed.

“Boy, I’ll give you a chance.”

“Let me see if you people are qualified to inherit the legacy of my Yuming Sword Sect!”

The voice seemed to carry an endless magical power, turning the surrounding heaven and earth into an illusion.

The abyss that was originally shrouded in mist transformed into a lush green world.

The mountain gate that Han Muye had shattered with a single stroke was not only completely intact but also radiated golden divine light, dazzling to the point where it could not be looked at directly.

The four golden characters “Yuming Sword Sect” shined brightly.

“Is, is this an illusion?”

“No, this isn’t an illusion; the vegetation here is real.”

Around them, all the All-Encompassing Sword Sect disciples gasped.

They could feel the change in the heaven and earth; everything around them was real.

Looking up again, they could see that the bodies of the mutated beasts around them were also slowly transforming into Yuming Sword Sect disciples clad in green robes, each carrying a sword.

The disciples of the Yuming Sword Sect.

“We!”

“We’ve changed too!”

Someone exclaimed.

In the eyes of the crowd, their figures had also transformed into the likeness of Yuming Sword Sect disciples.

Amid the murmurs, the All-Encompassing Sword Sect disciples’ eyes also revealed a hint of confusion.

They seemed to no longer discern who they were.

Han Muye glanced around and then looked at himself.

At this moment, his appearance had also become that of a naive Yuming Sword Sect disciple.

However, only his appearance had changed; his soul remained firmly untouched.

“The Yuming Sword Sect was besieged by mutated beasts and ultimately had to sink into the abyss, all because of the Sword Sovereign of Ten Thousand Beasts, who was expelled from the sect in those days.”

“The Sword Sovereign of Ten Thousand Beasts was the junior brother of Sect Master Liao Fan of the Yuming Sword Sect. Saddened by not becoming the sect master, he harbored resentment in his heart and used the sword techniques he had cultivated to incite countless beasts to besiege the Yuming Sword Sect.”

“Sect Master Liao Fan locked the sect gate, intending to perish together with the Sword Sovereign of Ten Thousand Beasts.”

“Now it seems the soul of the Sword Sovereign of Ten Thousand Beasts still exists and he possesses the power to manipulate the forces of heaven and earth, indicating he is a Heavenly Secret Realm powerhouse.”

Heavenly Secret Realm!

Han Muye’s voice made all the surrounding disciples tremble.

This was a supreme powerhouse surpassing the Life and Death Realm!

Their already blurred eyes now showed even more doubts and fear.

“Even if the Sword Sovereign of Ten Thousand Beasts is at the Heavenly Secret Realm, he can only manipulate the barrier’s power and cannot truly act; just follow the rules of this place to protect your souls from death.”

“Adapt to the changes in this heaven and earth and take on the identity of Yuming Sword Sect disciples; whether you can leave the illusion alive and gain benefits depends on yourselves.”

Han Muye finished speaking, laughed heartily, and swiftly walked forward.

Ahead, on the pale white stone steps, a figure stood tall.

Around him, figures rushed forward.

“Disciple Liao Fan, pays respect to the master.”

“Disciple Wang Zhenhai, pays respect to the master.”

“Haha, Liao Shisan, how well have you mastered the Yuming Thirteen Swords?”

…

Han Muye stepped forward, and amidst those figures, he bowed: “Han Muye pays respect to master and greets all the senior brothers.”