Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion



At that time, when the frontlines were surrounded, in this decisive battle of the Dao Struggle, the Immortal Spirit side completely collapsed, with no chance of winning.

At that time, even if the Immortal Spirit had powerful individuals supporting them, they could at most stabilize their own situation and not be defeated so quickly.

Moreover, with Dang Wuyou's fall at this moment, the Immortal Spirit army was left without a leader and was unable to organize a defense line.

"So, are you suggesting that we also give up on the Heaven Mystic World too?" Han Muye looked ahead and said softly.

With so many powerful individuals from the Immortal Spirit side launching a sudden attack, even with Dang Wuyou's fall, they would certainly not give up on attacking the Heavenly Mystic World.

As long as Han Muye was killed and the Heavenly Mystic World was captured, the crisis caused by Dang Wuyou's fall would be resolved.

This group consisting mainly of the Upper Three Heavens experts would then be able to gain control over the Immortal Spirit World.

"Yes, give up on the Heavenly Mystic. We will retreat as far as we can, and when the frontlines converge, we will be in an unbeatable position," Xu Wei paused for a moment and whispered, "You cannot die."

"I can't die, so everyone else can die?" Han Muye said softly.

Xu Wei remained silent, but his expression was firm.

"The Heavenly Mystic is home to countless lives. Are the lives of ordinary people that insignificant?" Han Muye shook his head. "If that's the case, what differentiates us from those people?"

Xu Wei didn't speak.

Once a person's mind had made a choice, it was not easily changed.

Moreover, Han Muye was a sword cultivator.

To make a swordsman change his thoughts, it would be best to break his sword.

"Since you're unwilling to retreat, then mobilize the power of the stars in the Heavenly Mystic, gather all the power of belief," after a moment of silence, Xu Wei said calmly, "Sacrifice the heavens and the earth.

"After all, even without sacrifice, we will die."

In the end, sacrifices had to be made.

It was just that the process of sacrifice was different.

One was giving up, the other was sacrificing.

Han Muye turned his head to look at Xu Wei.

"Minister Han, don't worry. I will be the first to sacrifice my blood, qi, and soul to become one with the Heavenly Mystic World. We will live and die together." Xu Wei's expression was solemn as he spoke in a low voice.

Since he was going to make a sacrifice, he naturally had to start with himself.

Looking up at Han Muye, Xu Wei whispered, "Minister Han, please make a decision."

Pausing for a moment, he lowered his voice. "If Prime Minister Han can't make a choice, I can issue a military order on your behalf."

He didn't care about life and death.

That was how Xu Wei was from the beginning, showing no concern for his own life in the face of obstacles.

Back then, on the Yongding River, he didn't care about his cultivation, easily giving it up.

As long as there was determination in his heart, as long as the sacrifice was worthwhile, he hesitated not.

This was Xu Wei, Xu Green Vine.

"Mr. Green Vine, in the Dao Struggle, the grand trend is the struggle for life. If I cannot give the living beings of the Heavenly Mystic World a chance at life, what am I struggling for?" Han Muye looked at Xu Wei and spoke softly.

Han Muye looked at Xu Zhi and said softly.

What's the point of the struggle?

Was it truly just for a chance to reach the peak?

To cultivate oneself at the expense of countless lives, Han Muye couldn't bring himself to do such a thing.

He was engaged in the Dao Struggle to protect.t.

His sword was for protection.

Turning his gaze to the distant void, the Immortal Spirit army gathered once again, with spiritual light shining and illuminating the heavens and earth.

The Immortal Spirit army attacked once more.

The sword light on Han Muye's body rose and he slowly raised his hand.

He turned his head and looked towards the Heavenly Mystic World.

"Since the Dao Struggle has been initiated, there must be a few cards to play, don't you think?"

Whispering under his breath, he swung his sword.

The power of space.

The radiance of this sword traversed countless miles of heaven and earth, directly landing on the Cloud Nest Ridge of the Heavenly Mystic in the Western Frontier.

"Boom!"

The entire Cloud Nest Ridge exploded, and a chaotic black vortex appeared.

A spatial passage.

This passage leading to the Ancient Cloud Galaxy, the spatial channel that Han Muye personally sealed off back then, was now being opened by his own hands.

"Buzz!"

Countless figures formed formations within the spatial passage.

Military formations.

One sword cultivation formation after another, led by Heavenly Venerable Qi Yang, stepped into the Heavenly Mystic.

"Immortal Source Realm, hehe, it's been a long time…"

Heavenly Venerable Qi Yang, descending from the void, looked around and whispered softly.

Behind him, the sword cultivators of the Qiyang Sword Sect soared into the sky.

Tens of thousands.

Millions.

Tens of millions.

After tens of millions of sword cultivators, demonic formations floated up, spreading malevolent energy.

The demonic army on the Ancestral Demon Star.

One military formation after another surged out, instantly filling the sky.

"Buzz!"

The spatial passage roared and trembled, causing the entire Western Frontier to become turbulent.

A tyrannical force of qi and blood emanated from the spatial passage.

An army in golden armor stepped out.

Before these military formations stood an old man clad in golden armor with white hair.

"Cao Yi!"

A cry of astonishment echoed in the void.

"Hehe, there are still people who recognize this old man." The white-haired general looked up, a hint of cold laughter on his face.

"I wonder if you recognize the Butcher Cao Yi or the Imperial Uncle Cao Yi?" The old general looked towards the sky and said calmly, "Which old comrades are here to welcome this Imperial Uncle?"

His voice reverberated through the sky.

The vast expanse of the void trembled.

However, at this moment, not a single voice responded.

Those mighty figures were intimidated by Sword Venerable Yuan Tian's sword, and none of them dared to show themselves.

Cao Yi shook his head and sneered. "As expected, you're all like loaches."

"If this Imperial Uncle had been present when the Divine Court collapsed, I would have slaughtered you like dogs."

With a wave of his hand, countless armies rushed out of the spatial passage, charging towards the sky.

Blood qi and spiritual qi gathered on the military formation, condensing into the phantoms of golden tigers.

The power of these military formations completely revealed the suppression of the forces of heaven and earth, causing cracks to appear in the void.

The Dao Ancestors who witnessed the Dao Struggle could only exert all their efforts to suppress and prevent the collapse of this world.

Cao Yi's expression remained unchanged as he flew up and landed beside Han Muye.