Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

941 The End of the Decisive Battle (3)

“Your Majesty, the Blood Battle Sect has issued an order to take you back to the Immortal Realm,” said Marquis Zhenyang, clad in golden armor and wielding a long spear, his face cold and stern.

“The Blood Battle Sect, indeed. We sealed off this realm to prevent them from controlling it, at the cost of so many resources,” Wen Mosheng chuckled.

Marquis Zhenyang pointed his spear at Wen Mosheng and said calmly, “That’s why they want to take you.

“Taking you to the Immortal Realm means I won’t have to waste a thousand years in the Spiritual Transformation Pool,” he continued.

“This is my opportunity.”

No longer spending a millennium in the Spiritual Transformation Pool, no longer facing potential dangers.

Indeed, this was an opportunity.

Countless illusory figures wanted to escape from the void.

Some looked back, while others paid no attention.

The Divine Emperor of the ancient Divine Court?

The Battle Marquis of the ancient Divine Court?

Was it more important than ascending the Immortal Ascension Platform?

Shaking his head, Wen Mosheng suddenly raised his hand.

In his palm, there was a broken sword emitting a faint immortal radiance.

The Divine Emperor’s Sword!

This sword, once wielded by the Dark Shadow Heavenly Venerable Zhao Zhenghe had somehow ended up in Wen Mosheng’s possession.

“Back then, I used half a sword to protect all of you. Today, I will still protect you.” Wen Mosheng’s voice sounded firm, with a hint of determination.

“This realm is truly splendid and beautiful…”

Amidst the crumbling dam, half of the sword’s blade flew out and merged with the broken sword in Wen Mosheng’s hand.

“Boom!”

The long sword was restored to its original state.

A tremendous power spread out in all directions.

Back in the day, the power within this sword was able to protect countless beings and construct a dam separating heaven and earth when the Divine Court collapsed.

Marquis Zhenyangs face turned pale as he looked at the shining sword, unable to utter a word.

“Han kid, I’ll leave the rest of the chaos to you.

“I hope you can cultivate well and protect this world.”

Wen Mosheng’s gaze swept across Han Muye, nodded at Gao Xiaoxuan standing in the distance, took a step forward, and pointed the long sword in his hand towards the Immortal Ascension Platform in the sky.

“After a hundred breaths, I will fuse my divine soul with my sword and seal the Immortal Ascension Platform again. If you wish to leave, you have a hundred breaths of time.”

Countless cultivators who were still lingering in the void were at a loss.

Only a hundred breaths of time.

They had thought that when the Immortal Ascension Platform opened, they could enter the immortal realm with ease, bringing their loved ones, young and old.

But now, nothing was prepared, and the Divine Emperor was saying he would seal the Immortal Ascension Platform?

Marquis Zhenyang’s face changed drastically.

He looked at the long sword in Wen Mosheng’s hand, pondered for a moment, and flew into the shattered light formation.

With the Divine Emperor’s sword in hand, he didn’t have the confidence to take down the Divine Emperor.

Within a hundred breaths.

Those who wanted to leave had enough time to do so.

Outside the light formation, countless figures disappeared.

“Buzz!”

Within the light formation, figures in blood-red robes appeared one after another, exuding a powerful aura that seemed to stabilize the shattered light array.

These individuals radiated a strong celestial energy.

“Murong Zheng, meet your demise!”

A stern shout came from one of the blood-red figures, and a long spear burst out from the light formation.

Wen Mosheng, holding the Divine Emperor’s sword, chuckled lightly and said, “The next time the Immortal Ascension Platform opens, it won’t be your Blood Battle Sect, will it?

“Aren’t you satisfied with so many materials?”

The sword in his hand transformed into starlight, and his own body gradually dissipated.

The starlight scattered, repairing the light formation before him.

In Han Muye’s ears, Wen Mosheng’s voice sounded, “Kid, this seal can hold for another three thousand years. After that, the one in control of the Immortal Ascension Platform won’t be the Blood Battle Sect.

“As for what comes next, it’s up to you.”

Han Muye nodded and said softly, “Is it worth it?”

“Hehe, in the world of cultivation, all that matters is understanding one’s own heart. What’s worth it or not worth it?” Wen Mosheng’s voice had already become faint.

“In this splendid world, even if I just pass by, I wish to stay and never leave…”

Above the horizon, streams of light intertwined on the light formation.

The grand formation reappeared, sealing away the blood-red figures within the light array.

The Divine Emperor of the past was reincarnated in this manner and left.

No one knew why he did this.

Only Han Muye knew that if the Immortal Ascension Platform wasn’t sealed, when the people of the Blood Battle Sect arrived, half of the living beings in this world would perish.

There was a kind of love in the world that was profound and deep.

After being the Divine Emperor for so long, Wen Mosheng had developed a willingness to sacrifice himself for this world.

In this moment, the heavens and earth trembled and roared as the nine levels of the Immortal Source World began to collapse.

Without powerful beings to preside over them, the nine levels of the Immortal Source World lost their support.

It wasn’t until the collapse was reduced to three levels that stability slowly returned.

The dam between the fallen land of the ancient gods and the Ancient Cloud Galaxy had vanished, and the two realms merged.

This expansion nearly multiplied the scope of this world by tenfold.

Originally, the two worlds within and outside the dam were enemies, sworn to life and death.

But now, there was no longer a need for battle.

The departure of the powerful beings from the Immortal Source World, the collapse of the nine levels of the Immortal Realm, and the departure of the strong from the Ancient Cloud Galaxy to the immortal realm—all without leaders—left no one interested in engaging in pointless battles.

Moreover, with the departure of the powerful beings, countless opportunities remained in this world. It was the perfect time for seizing them. Who would have the inclination to provoke conflicts?

As he looked at the chaotic world ahead, Han Muye’s eyes flickered with wisdom.

He slowly raised his hand.

Behind him, the army of millions of sword cultivators led by Huang Zhihu remained intact.

The radiance of the swords rose again, illuminating the sky.

“To stabilize the Immortal Spirit World, kill all those who defy orders,” Han Muye spoke calmly.

Huang Zhihu nodded, clasping her fists and leading the army of sword cultivators towards the Immortal Spirit World.

“Ah, I finally understand why you didn’t allow my Zhihu to wear armor,” Huang Six said with a worried expression on his face as he watched Huang Zhihu leading the army away.