Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion



"Buzz!"

The light formation in the void began to tremble.

The Sky Reaching Tree formed by the grass whip emitted a creaking sound under the heavy burden.

Han Muye's eyes flickered.

"Boom!"

The Sky Reaching Tree dissipated, and the light formation in the sky blocked countless figures.

The path to the heavens was thus severed.

The Immortal Ascension Platform was sealed once again, and the array of light radiated golden brilliance, forcing any approaching figures to retreat.

Had the opportunity for ascension been cut off?

Figures turned around and looked down at the battlefield below.

With the absence of the majority of Dao Ancestors and Heavenly Venerables who witnessed the battle, the power at the battlefield could no longer be suppressed.

Two illusory figures appeared.

The Dao Ancestor of the Heavenly Mystic had a complex expression on his face, while the Immortal Spirit Dao Ancestor wore an expression full of pain..

The battle ended prematurely, and the victorious party did not obtain the chance to become a Heavenly Venerable, while the defeated party did not perish as a result.

The Dao battle was a lonely one.

Raising their heads, everyone gazed solemnly at the sky.

That light formation blocked numerous powerhouses, emanating a murderous intent and an insane determination.

The lightning around Han Muye's body flashed, tearing apart the surrounding void.

The originally scattered army formation gathered and stood in readiness.

"Sacrifice."

In front of the light formation, someone shouted.

If others could step onto the Immortal Ascension Platform, if others could go to the Immortal Realm, then they too would leave!

Since those mighty beings could sacrifice this battlefield, they could do it as well.

Sacrificing the battlefield, breaking the seal of the Immortal Ascension Platform.

In front of the light formation, the suppressed powerhouses were enveloped in a spiritual radiance.

The light and shadows once again transformed into a giant palm, pressing down towards the battlefield below.

This strike was fiercer and more frenzied than any previous strikes by the mighty beings.

This strike was intended to directly kill everyone, offering their souls and life essence as a sacrifice, shattering the grand formation above their heads.

The elites who belonged to the Upper Three Heavens looked at this giant palm in panic and roared with anger.

Why would their own senior sect members make a move against them?

"Sigh…"

Han Muye let out a soft sigh as he looked at the giant palm in the sky.

"You see, this is the human heart," said Wen Mosheng, who appeared by Han Muye's side at some point, speaking softly.

The human heart.

What was truly destroyed and sacrificed was the human heart.

Those mighty beings sought to leave. If they left, the crisis in this realm should have been resolved.

But human desires were insatiable.

Who among the powerhouses blocked by the light formation could willingly accept their departure?

This moment was the true calamity of the battlefield!

Madness would destroy everything!

Han Muye nodded and raised his hand to put away the grass whip that had turned into a withered wooden staff.

A green sword appeared in his hand.

"Boom!"

The sword slashed down, not at the huge palm in the sky, but at the void in front of him.

The void shattered, and countless figures rushed out from within.

Black Armor.

Demonic aura.

Countless Spiritual Armored Demons from the Endless Sea burst out from the cracks in the void, colliding with the giant palm in the sky.

Flesh, blood, soul, and all their power were shattered beneath the giant palm.

The torrent of Spiritual Armored Demons surged toward the firmament, bravely embracing death.

All the figures collided with the sky and finally turned into blood-colored balls of light.

Sacrifice.

He was willing to be sacrificed.

The sacrifice of the Spirit Armor demons replaced the living beings in the land of the Dao Battle.

Endless blood qi and demonic qi surged towards the array in the sky.

In front of Han Muye, the black-robed demon elder turned to look at Wen Mosheng, then at Han Muye.

"I did what I promised."

"The sacrifice of the soul and flesh of the spirit armor demons has been completed. What about sending us to the Immortal World?"

Han Muye looked up at the sky.

The elder also looked up.

"Boom!"

The ball of light that gathered the qi, blood, and soul power of the spirit armor demon collided with the seal. The light array shook and slowly dimmed.

"Your chance is here," Han Muye said calmly.

There was no need for him to remind her.

The elder of the Spirit Armored Demon Race had already flown up. His body turned into a black-armored fish demon that was a million feet tall. He knocked through all the obstacles and rushed towards the light array.

"Boom!"

A hole was torn in the light array.

The huge body of the black-armored fish demon crashed into it and broke through the light net.

The figures of the spirit armor demons gathered into a torrent and headed for the Immortal Ascension Platform.

The panicked powerhouses who were initially pushed aside followed in a state of chaos. Outside the array of light of the Immortal Ascension Platform, it resembled a bustling marketplace.

At this moment, the cultivators rushing towards the Immortal Ascension Platform, aiming for the Immortal Realm, were no different from ordinary mortals.

"These cultivators, how many of them can pass through the Pool of Transformation and step into the Immortal Realm?" Wen Mosheng asked softly.

"Why bother? The Immortal Realm is not as wonderful as imagined."

Han Muye nodded and smiled. "But they're all true cultivators."

"They are pursuing the opportunities they seek."

This was what cultivators were like.

Putting aside their standpoints, who wasn't such a cultivator?

Striving with all their might for their own slim chances.

"Yes, we're all trying our best to live." Wen Mosheng turned to look at Han Muye.

"Live well."

He turned around and looked at the sky.

"Cao Yi, you should leave too."

Cao Yi's face showed a hint of complexity as he nodded.

Wen Mosheng stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.

On the Heavenly Mystic World's side, Cao Yi, Zhao Zhenghe, the Heavenly Venerable Demon, and the others flew towards the light formation.

Leaving this realm and heading towards the Immortal Realm.

This was the path of Dao that cultivators sought.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, the void began to tremble.

In the distant heavens and earth, it seemed that a fierce wind was blowing.

"The dam…"

It collapsed.

The dam that had previously blocked the fallen land of the Ancient Gods and the Ancient Cloud Galaxy collapsed!

Countless qi, blood, and spiritual lights shimmered, converging into a torrent.

Countless living beings sealed within the dam in ancient times had returned!