Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

1032 Crossing Over Five Million Years

Five million years.

Han Muye never expected that the previous teleportation would span five million years.

He had been transported through the River of Time by the Heavenly Stele of Baxia five million years into the past and experienced an unimaginable stroke of luck.

Slowly sheathing his sword, the blood-colored longsword trembled lightly.

The stacked void trembled and scattered.

But at least half of the creatures in that space were slain by a single sword.

Han Muye had just killed half of the living beings in the desolate wilderness with a single strike!

By sacrificing this half of the creatures to refine the sword in his hand, Han Muye could feel the majestic and surging power emanating from the long sword.

This was a power even he found difficult to comprehend.

It was also because of the tyrannical power surging in the long sword that he believed the young man’s words.

Under his sword strike, the young man not only did not resist but instead sacrificed countless creatures that had invaded throughout the years to consecrate his own sword.

After the consecration, the power surging from the sword was already enough to directly slay the young man.

“The Immortal Sovereign is imprisoned?” The long sword dissipated and returned to Han Muye’s mind.

He frowned and looked at the young man.

Even if he didn’t take him as a disciple, the debt of imparting knowledge was still a karmic bond.

For example, when he learned the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords from Mo Yuan, Han Muye had always respected Mo Yuan as his master.

If the Immortal Sovereign was truly in trouble, he wouldn’t ignore it.

The young man nodded and turned his head to look at Qilin and the other divine and mythical beasts, his eyes filled with killing intent.

“They are all my closest friends,” Han Muye said in a low voice.

Xiang Lingshuang, wielding curved twin swords, rushed forward, and the other Qilin and the others also took a step forward, standing beside Han Muye.

Their souls were under attack, and it was already difficult for them to resist.

They only saw Han Muye and the other party clash with their swords and then withdraw.

They couldn’t discern the outcome.

They only saw Han Muye fight the other party head-on and stop.

They could not tell who would win.

“Master, let’s change the location to talk,” the young man whispered to Han Muye. Then he spread his hands, and a pale green halo converged behind him, transforming into a lush grassland.

Within the grassland, several tall stone palaces stood.

“It’s the Wilderness of the Reckless Bulls!

“Back then, the largest grassland in the wilderness was a fertile land with abundant water and grass that all major tribes have been pursuing.”

Behind Han Muye, many divine beasts recognized the grassland and exclaimed.

Many of them had a nostalgic look on their faces.

The young man raised his hand and slightly bowed to Han Muye.

Han Muye didn’t hesitate either. He took a step forward and landed in the wilderness.

An ancient and vast aura rushed towards them, with the fragrance of the grass intertwining with a pure and violent power.

Outside the stone palaces, many exotic beasts roamed leisurely, basking in the sun. When they saw Han Muye approaching, they raised their heads in vigilance.

The young man landed behind Han Muye and whispered, “Please follow me, Master.”

He took a step forward, leading Han Muye directly into the grand hall.

Qilin, Di Ting, and the others landed, took a deep breath, and then looked with excitement at the various divine and mythical beasts outside the hall.

“Roar—”

“Roar—”

Chaotic roars resounded, and those divine and exotic beasts also rushed forward in excitement.

Some manifested human forms, while others charged on all fours with loud roars.

“Haha, I can’t believe there are still surviving members of my Jade Rhino clan!” An old man with a horn on his head had tears in his eyes as he shouted.

“This, this is the descendant of my Golden Sword Antelope Clan? How is this possible? Didn’t they all die when the desolation collapsed…” An old man with a hunched figure and turbid eyes trembled as he muttered.

These divine beasts and strange beasts that were chasing after the desolate ancient land only wanted to come back to find some treasures. They had never thought that there would be their own clan in the desolate ancient land.

Back then, when the desolation collapsed, they had watched their clans get destroyed and their homes shatter.

Most of them were protecting the elites of the various races as they entered the Desolate Forgotten Grounds. Once they left, they never returned.

“Di Ting, what’s going on?” Qilin turned to look at Di Ting, excitement flashing across its face.

In front of them, several members of their clan slowly walked over.

The Qilin Clan in the world still existed.

How could one not be delighted?

“Some things, who can explain them clearly?” Di Ting shook his head and turned to walk away.

He felt a little desolate.

There was no Di Ting Clan among the clans here.

The Di Ting clan was a rare species to begin with. Back when the Desolation was complete, there weren’t many of them.

“Di Ting? Your clan elder’s resting place is up ahead. He left you a message.” All of a sudden, a strange beast with a branch-like horn on its head looked at Di Ting and shouted.

Di Ting trembled as it turned around and slowly turned around, its face filled with surprise and excitement.

“It was no wonder, Elder…”

He moved his body and ran forward.

In the hall, Han Muye stood behind the stone steps and watched as the divine beasts and beasts of the various races met.

“You didn’t protect these races just to see such a scene one day, right?” Han Muye’s expression didn’t change as he said calmly.

Behind him, the young man chuckled and nodded. “Young Master is right. I have to protect the purity of their bloodline so that I can continue to be tainted and obtain my own family.”

It was very direct and frank.

It was also very cruel.

No one was giving charity for no reason.

These desolate races could survive only because they were still useful.

Han Muye said nothing.

Be it in the cultivation world or the mortal world, which thing was not so pale and cold when the veil of warmth was removed?

“Di Ting, what’s going on?” Qilin turned to look at Di Ting, excitement flashing across its face.