Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Marquis Chongwu slowly raised his head and looked at Han Muye.

The dense murderous aura on his body seemed to transform into a long dragon that pierced through the long river of heaven and earth.

Behind him, the endless blood qi in the camp and the blood qi of the generals who were kneeling on one knee circulated as if the sky was falling.

Before such a powerful force, the souls of ordinary Heaven Realm cultivators would instantly collapse.

The Heaven Mystic army's tyrannical killing intent was the reason why they had conquered all directions.

With a 100,000-strong army gathered, the qi and blood of the military formation could charge into the protective energy of a Heaven Realm cultivator and directly suppress a great cultivator.

At this moment, although there were no 100,000 troops, the killing intent of the camp was not inferior to the military formation.

Han Muye, who was standing in front, bore the brunt.

"Buzz!"

The Golden Great Spirit turned into pillars of light, blocking Han Muye.

In his divine treasure, the sword of the spirit condensed like a stabilizing pillar, stabilizing the divine treasures.

The sword light in his Sea of Qi and Dantian only rippled slightly, but it was not affected at all.

In front of thousands of powerful enemies, sword cultivators remained unmoved.

The soldiers' expressions did not change.

Marquis Wu's eyes flashed as he said in a deep voice, "Minister Wen has no objections to this matter."

No objections?

In other words, he didn't approve either?

Han Muye looked at Marquis Chongwu.

Could it be that the number one person in the Heavenly Mystic world's army, the number one martial artist, was going to be at odds with Minister Wen?

As if understanding what Han Muye was thinking, Marquis Wu spoke again. "I've been in charge of the Red Flame Army for more than 10,000 years and have fought countless battles in the outer realm.

"I want to give these loyal souls a home.

"You should know that once we have an obsession in our hearts, we can't be free. It has become karma."

Obsession, karma.

Han Muye nodded solemnly.

No wonder Minister Wen did not object to such a matter that would shake the foundation of Heavenly Mystic Confucianism.

Countless generals followed Marquis Wu into battle. Their remnant souls had become his obsession.

If this matter was not resolved properly, Marquis Wu's future cultivation path would be hindered.

Should he consider his own path, or should he remove obstacles for the Marquis's cultivation?

Minister Wen would only remain silent.

Han Muye was also silent.

Whether it was at the Guan Estuary or by the Immortal Moon Lake, he could confer deity titles with a single statement because the deities he conferred were not powerful and there were not many of them.

By borrowing the power of heaven and earth and fusing with his own Dao, they could successfully become deities by consuming some Great Spirit.

However, Marquis Wu wanted him to confer titles on hundreds of thousands or even millions of remnant souls at once. It was unimaginable how much soul power he had to expend.

Moreover, such a big move would definitely stir up the power of the Great Dao in the Heavenly Mystic World. Who knew what would happen then?

According to Han Muye's deduction, the most likely possibility was that the power of the Heavenly Dao in the Mystic Heaven World would lead him to fight Wen Mosheng like back then.

Thinking of this, his heart skipped a beat.

Was this the will of the Great Dao or the karma of fate?

According to Sword Venerable Yuan Tian's narration, there would be a natural collision of the power of the Great Path between cultivators.

Could it be that he had stayed in Heavenly Mystic Imperial City for too long and naturally triggered the karma of conferring deities?

A bright look flashed across Han Muye's eyes.

Some things could not be avoided just because one wanted to.

Moreover, he was a sword cultivator. If he encountered enemies, he could just draw his sword.

Walking forward, he reached out and grabbed the half-broken spear in the hands of a soldier.

Sword Qi poured in, and a faint golden light flickered.

Images appeared in Han Muye's mind.

He was from an ordinary family in the Imperial City. When he was a 17 or 18-year-old youth, he was recruited into the army.

The camp was undergoing training for three years. When they needed to go to the outer world, they would step onto the flying ship that transported the army without hesitation.

Ten years.

Twenty years.

A hundred years.

Endless slaughter and silence filled the void.

He did not know how many people around him had changed.

The accumulated battle merits were all exchanged for resources to be sent to his home in the Heavenly Mystic Imperial City.

His younger brother was studying and listening in at the Imperial City Academy.

His younger sister was married, and his brother-in-law was in a small business.

The girl across the street who said that she would wait for him had become a Great-Grandma.

Fighting in the army in the void, he looked back on the Heavenly Mystic World. It was as bright as the brightest star in his heart.

After a hundred years, the star was still shining brilliantly.

When the mutated beasts attacked, 3,000 Red Flame soldiers died.

The owner of the spear persisted until the end. In the end, his vitality was exhausted.

"The commander of the 12 garrisons of the Red Flame Army's Fire Beacon Camp, Cao Dahe, was born in the 3156th year of the Great Summoning of the Heavenly Mystic Wood Spirit. He died in the 58th year, aged 174 years old.

"Cao Dahe accumulated 359 battle achievements. He was seriously injured 162 times."

Han Muye said softly. In his mind, he thought of the white-haired old soldier who was holding a thin letter in his hand and had to look at it a few times before going to battle.

'Brother Dahe, when are you coming back to marry me?'

There was a sentence on the letter.

Putting down his spear, Han Muye reached out and grabbed the half-iron armor in the other soldier's hand.

It was cold to the touch, and the marks on the armor were blood-red.

Spiritual Qi and Great Spirit poured in, and the scene reappeared.

The disciples of the aristocratic families in the upper city of the Imperial City had cultivated for 20 years and reached the third level of the Foundation Establishment realm. They followed their elders to the outer world.

After 500 years of fighting, he had become a half-step Heaven Realm expert and guarded a region.

He fought with the No Resentment Realm army and the world collapsed. In the end, he only found half of his armor.

"The Red Flame Army's General Lu Yutao. He was born in the 89th year of Heavenly Mystic Zhaowu and died in the 48th year of Minghui. He has accumulated 3,500 battle merits and was a third-class general.

"Zhenyuan General Lu Yutao guarded the Luyang Continent for 300 years. He experienced 8,000 battles of all scales."

In the image, the middle-aged general in blood-colored armor and holding a long sword charged into the sky without hesitation.