Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

877 Comprehending the World’s Strongest Sword (2)

Even if the place was destined to be sacrificed, Han Muye would not give up.

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The land of life and death was supported by the Great Dao.

The more he comprehended that sword, the more determined Han Muye became.

“Young Master, there’s a battle ahead.”

Someone reported in front of the carriage.

Han Muye slowly opened his eyes and looked at the void ahead.

A hundred miles away, sword light and spiritual light intertwined.

Several sword cultivators were surrounded by a group of Daoist cultivators.

Originally, Han Muye did not need to care about such things. Along the way, he had already encountered countless battles in the void.

Ever since he arrived at the Nine Heavens of the Immortal Source World, he had searched many places with the mark left behind by Sword Venerable Yuan Tian, but he did not find anything.

This time, he saw a glimmer of hope.

He raised his hand, and a sword light flew a hundred miles away.

“Clang—”

The sword vibrated and swept away all the spiritual light.

The group of Daoist cultivators retreated quickly, their expressions solemn.

“The Mingyuan Dao Sect is here to capture the rebels. Who will stop them?” The Daoist standing at the front waved his hand, and a dark golden chess piece kept moving.

It was a supreme-grade spiritual weapon, a half-dharma treasure that had its own spirituality.

With this treasure, this half-step Heaven Realm Daoist could fight against a third level Nascent Soul Realm expert.

The Immortal Source World was vast and prosperous, but Heaven Realm was still Heaven Realm.

In the Immortal Source World, Heaven Realm experts were also considered experts.

The three sword cultivators who were surrounded were pale. They looked around and their auras were unstable. Clearly, they were injured.

“Buzz!”

The floating sword vibrated.

The leader of the Mingyuan Dao Sect disciples sneered. He raised his hand and quickly retreated.

The others also retreated.

The three sword cultivators who were surrounded heaved a sigh of relief and bowed to the long sword. “Guangyuan Sword Sect disciples thank you for saving us, senior.”

The sword vibrated and turned into a stream of light.

The three sword cultivators turned around and saw a war chariot stepping in the air.

The young sword cultivator standing in front of the war chariot stepped forward and calmly said, “My young master is the young master of the Gu Clan of the Wanming City of the Chen Yue Star of the Azure Travel Realm. He has come to the Immortal Source World to look for a friend.”

Azure Travel Realm?

Young Master of Wanming City?

What place in the world could compare to the Immortal Source World?

The three disciples of the Guangyuan Sword Sect looked at each other. If the other party had not helped them, they would have turned around and left.

The leading disciple cupped his hands and said in a deep voice, “Young Master Gu, the Mingyuan Dao Sect is a force in the Fifth Heaven. There are Half-Sages in the sect and they are also related to many large sects.”

“We will remember your kindness today. Please leave first, Young Master Gu.”

Originally, he thought that it was a Sword Sect expert from the Immortal Source World who came to save him. He did not expect that it was just someone from an inconspicuous family in another realm.

How could such a person withstand the attacks of the sects on the fifth day?

It was better to let the other party leave first. With the three of them here, even if they died, they would not implicate others.

“Guangyuan Sword Sect?” There was a glint in Han Muye’s eyes as he said calmly, “Is your sword technique a sect inheritance?”

Swordsmanship?

The Guangyuan Sword Sect disciple who had spoken looked up at Han Muye sitting on the carriage and frowned.

Han Muye did not show any powerful strength and looked young.

Judging from the guard’s appearance, he was indeed a young master from a noble family.

“Young Master Gu, of course the sword techniques we cultivate are direct disciples of the sect.”

He nodded patiently.

“Alright, lure me to the Guangyuan Sword Sect,” Han Muye said calmly, his expression unchanged.

To the Guangyuan Sword Sect?

The disciple’s expression changed. The other two took a step forward.

The three of them stood in a triangle formation and unsheathed their swords.

“The Guangyuan Sword Sect is not a secret. Many people in the Immortal Source World want to destroy our sect, but not many dare to go.”

“Young Master, are you really going?”

“The Guangyuan Sword Sect is not a secret. Many people in the Immortal Source World want to destroy our sect, but not many dare to go.”

As soon as the three of them stood in formation, there was already a strange look in the eyes of the sword cultivators on both sides of Han Muye’s carriage.

Three-Star Sword Formation.

Wasn’t this the most basic formation of the Heavenly Cycle Sword Formation that his Young Master had taught him?

Could it be that the Guangyuan Sword Sect was the place where his Young Master was looking for a friend?

“Lead the way.” Han Muye did not explain and only waved his hand gently.

It was impossible for the three Golden Core disciples to know too many secrets.

Han Muye only needed to confirm the location of Sword Venerable Yuan Tian.

His main body was in seclusion, constantly sensing the sword that transcended time and space. The power of his divine beast avatar was constantly changing.

The power of this place would be suppressed, but this was an Immortal Source World.

His main body could not unleash the power of comprehension in the land of the Dao Competition, but this divine beast avatar could.

At this moment, the realm that his main body had comprehended was constantly fusing with his clone, causing a strange void to appear around him.

This made his figure seem a little illusory.

He quietly comprehended the changes in his power. If he had not met the people of the Guangyuan Sword Sect, he would not have bothered to speak.

The three disciples of the Guangyuan Sword Sect looked at each other. After a moment of silence, they turned around and left.

Whether it was this young master from the Azure Travel Realm or his accompanying guards, they all had unfathomable power.

These people had extraordinary combat strength.

Of course, it was far from enough for these people to become enemies with their own sects.

The Guangyuan Sword Sect was the gathering place of the sword cultivators in the world.

Even the major sects of the Immortal Source World had to be wary.

Perhaps these people also wanted to join their sect?

They carefully led the way ahead, passing through the meteorites from time to time.

Sometimes, they would even circle around a certain star.

Han Muye didn’t care and just sat in the chariot.

The 400 Golden Core sword cultivators accompanying him were only cautious guards and did not do anything else.

After seven consecutive days, they had already traveled a million miles and crossed three stars.

When the group flew past a rocky void, spiritual light surged ahead.

“Someone from Daoism,” the leader disciple of the Guangyuan Sword Sect exclaimed.

His name was Zhang Qi, and the other two disciples were Wu Cheng and Song Ziyuan.

They had all clashed with the Dao Sect when they were completing their sect missions and were then hunted down.

In fact, even if there was no conflict with the Daoist Faction, they would still be hunted down.

The Guangyuan Sword Sect had taken in too many unorthodox sword cultivators, many of whom were wanted by various sects.

In the entire Guangyuan Sword Sect, 70% of the disciples were wanted traitors by the sects of the Immortal Source World.

“Boom!”

A 10,000-foot net of light descended from above.

The net of spiritual light enveloped the three sides and the spiritual light on it made one’s scalp tingle.

“Retreat!”

Zhang Qi let out a low shout and flew into the air with Song Ziyuan and the others on their swords, heading towards the gravel behind them.

But Han Muye’s carriage did not move at all.

All the sword cultivators guarding the carriage raised their swords in an extremely orderly manner.

Han Muye’s narrowed eyes slowly opened, but he was not looking ahead. Instead, he was looking in another direction.

“Slash—”

A sword light rose from the left and tore the net of light apart.

A white-haired Daoist who was dragging his sword across the ground had blood-colored killing intent in his eyes.

“You killed a disciple of the Guangyuan Sword Sect 100,000 miles away from Guangyuan Mountain. How much do you look down on the Guangyuan Sword Sect?”

The Daoist’s gaze landed on the figure behind the net of light.

He raised the long sword in his hand and gently tapped it. “Fortune Bright Dao Sect, Mu Han Immortal Sect, Qiyun Daoist Temple. Good, they’re all powerful forces in the Fifth Heaven.”

“It seems that I have to ask my fellow disciples to go to the Fifth Heaven and take a look at your sects.”

The Daoist’s words caused the expressions of the Daoist cultivators to change.

“Zhuge Lu, you should know the rules of the Immortal Source World. Bounty missions have nothing to do with the sect,” a Daoist in an eight-trigram robe said in a low voice.

Spirit Qi rose from the bodies of the Daoist masters behind him and condensed into one.

The Daoist of the Guangyuan Sword Sect called Zhuge Lu snorted and turned to Han Muye and the sword cultivator guarding him. Then he crossed the carriage and looked at the rocky void.

“You can’t even see through such a simple trick. You’re really embarrassing the Guangyuan Sword Sect.”

As soon as the Daoist finished speaking, he waved the sword in his hand.

“Boom!”

The sword light turned into a dragon and shattered the rocks, wrapping around Zhang Qi and the other two and pulling them in front of him.

The dragon of sword light swept past, and several Daoist masters in black robes stood among the rocks with awkward expressions.

“Zhuge Lu, the dignity of Daoism will not be trampled on.”

“The Guangyuan Sword Sect has done many evil deeds. You will get your just desserts.”

“Wait, just you wait.”

The people from the Daoist sects left behind some harsh words before slowly retreating.

A cold smile hung on Zhuge Lu’s face as he stood there and watched the people from the Daoist Faction leave.

After the people from the Daoist Sect walked away, he glanced at Han Muye and the others, then glared at Zhang Qi and the other two. He waved his sleeve and said, “Alright, let’s go back to the sect.”

Zhang Qi quickly took a step forward and whispered a few words.

Zhuge Lu frowned and slowly turned his head. “You want to come to my Guangyuan Sword Sect?”

Fierce sword intent exploded from his body.

In an instant, the sword light seemed to pierce through everything within a radius of 10,000 feet.

A pressure that belonged to a Heaven Realm Out of Body cultivator descended from the sky and pressed down on Han Muye’s head.

“Clang—”

A sword light rose.