Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

750 Killing Divine Lord Xuan Ming with One Strike, Suppressing the Dao Sects of the Eight Dongnan Counties

In this world, strength was everything.

Being strong was the reason.

However, in a balanced situation, all kinds of reasons had to be gathered. Whoever lost their morality first would be at a disadvantage.

For example, today, Han Muye destroyed the Deep Cloud Gorge with a single strike, and the Dao Sect stood on the side of righteousness.

It was inevitable and right for them to take action now.

Most importantly, today, the great cultivators of the Dao Sect used their absolute power to reverse the world. The great river reversed and triggered the changes in the minds of living beings. They could split the People’s Will and incense offerings!

This was what the Daoist sects really wanted to fight for.

Back then, Han Muye had conferred deity titles with a single statement at the Guan Estuary and directly cut off the incense of the Daoist Faction. Today, they would take back everything they had lost!

“Boom!”

Because the water was flowing backward, the shore collapsed and the water surged and dissipated.

The river bank instantly turned into a swamp.

However, who would care about the wails of those creatures?

“Buzz!”

Streaks of divine light rose from the shore.

The phantoms of the Mountain River Deities appeared one after another, and the divine light blocked the water.

The power of the Divine Dao protected living beings.

Immediately, the power of incense began to spread.

To the commoners and those living beings, the power of the great cultivators was too far away. They only cared about who really let them live.

Being allowed to live was being good to them.

In the void, a Daoist wearing a Daoist robe with a long beard that reached his chest and bright spiritual light in his eyes walked out.

The Daoist’s body was shimmering with water light. It was obvious that his cultivation method of the water lineage was extremely powerful.

Seeing the power of incense on both sides of the river intertwining with the divine light, the Daoist snorted.

Ignorant weaklings. They only care about the immediate benefits and do not know the situation at all.

So what if they die today? When the Daoist Faction wins over Dongnan, there will be plenty of rewards in the future.

The Daoist’s gaze landed on the ship below. He raised his hand and swept his horsetail whisk down.

As long as the crown prince did not die, the others would not be worth mentioning.

“Quick, protect the ship with all your might and prepare to save them!”

“Block this attack and the fleet will reach the shore!”

“It’s just death. When we cultivate, we should have no regrets. The land of death, I will go forward…”

Figures flew out of the cabin. Spiritual lights blasted out, turning into light screens, ropes, or knives and spears to save people and ships.

When the world’s great cultivators attacked, the world shook. In the past, almost no great cultivator above the Heaven Realm dared to fight with all their might in the Heavenly Mystic Realm.

“Go away.”

Right then, a faint voice sounded in the world.

A sword light flew out again.

He flew off the ship and turned into a three-foot-long green sword. With a flash, he appeared in front of the cultivator from the Daoist Faction.

The great cultivator laughed and twisted the horsetail whisk in his hand, preparing to shatter the sword.

Even magical treasures could not withstand his close-range attack.

“Buzz!”

As soon as the horsetail whisk fell, there was a soft sound. Then, under the Daoist’s wide eyes, it shattered into pieces.

A magic treasure was immediately shattered!

What is this sword…

This is not a sword!

Only then did the Daoist realize in shock what sword that was. It was clearly the primordial spirit of a grand cultivator!

Using the primordial spirit as a sword.

Such a sword could kill a Divine Transformation Realm cultivator!

The Daoist understood that this sword was here to kill him.

Could it be that the other party was not afraid that the death of a Divine Transformation Realm cultivator of the Daoist Faction would cause the backlash of the Daoist Faction and cause chaos in the eight counties in Dongnan?

He really wanted to see how the Daoist Faction would rise after his death and how countless cultivators would attack the Imperial City.

The image of the few great cultivators of the Daoist Sect cupping their hands and sending him off appeared in the Daoist priest’s mind.

Have they already thought of everything? he wondered.

Am I part of this round?

“Boom!”

The green sword pierced through his chest and shattered his body.

Endless spiritual light nourished the world and triggered the spiritual qi tide.

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10,000 miles turned into a Divine Sea.

A Divine Transformation Realm cultivator had fallen!

This was a long-lived great cultivator!

In the Heavenly Mystic World, the last Divine Transformation Realm cultivator died 10,000 years ago.

The cultivators in the world were already used to the immortality of cultivators above the Heaven Realm.

At that level of cultivation, who could kill him?

The spiritual sea surged, and the spiritual qi nourished it. The living beings on the left and right of the river bathed in it.

Be it humans, plants, or beasts, with such spiritual energy, it would definitely be convenient for cultivation in the future.

Losing one person would bring benefits to millions.

This was the rule of heaven and earth.

“Yuan Hezi really died…” Tens of thousands of miles away, a thin Daoist in a Daoist robe revealed a complicated expression.

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“Divine Lord Xuan Ming, Yuan Hezi died for the rise of our Daoist Faction. He died a worthy death.” On the other side, a cultivator with long and narrow eyebrows in a black martial robe stood up. Sword qi flickered on his body.

“The Heavenly Mystic Dynasty wantonly massacred the great cultivators of Daoism. The experts of the eight counties in Dongnan do not want to be massacred like this. We will intercept the crown prince and gather in the Imperial City.

“As long as we take down the Imperial City before Wen Mosheng and Chen Qingzhi return, we will be the master of the Heavenly Mystic!”

The person who spoke wore a Daoist robe, had white hair and a white beard, and his face was filled with excitement.

The eyes of the Daoists beside him also shone brightly.

“Senior Brother Zhu Wu is right. As long as we take down the Heavenly Mystic and dismantle the Mystic Sun Guards, then we can participate in the Dao competition and seize the position of Dao Ancestor. Or we can reconcile with the Immortal Spirit World and pursue the supreme Great Dao. That will really allow us to advance and retreat freely.”

“That’s right. Our Daoist Faction will be free from today onwards!”

Figures rushed into the clouds and towards the river.

Every one of them was a Daoist powerhouse, the foundation of the Dongnan Daoist Sect.

For countless years, these great cultivators had been buried, afraid that they would be suppressed by the Confucian Dao once they showed themselves.

It was only now that they could hold their heads high.

Divine Lord Xuan Ming frowned with a solemn expression.