Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

This was the Sword Pavilion where Han Muye lived.

This Sword Pavilion was only built according to the structure of a Sword Pavilion. It did not have the true power of the Sword Pavilion.

Han Muye usually cultivated in the Sword Pavilion.

On the third floor of the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye, who had taken time out, had an Infinite Unity Sword Case in front of him. Beside the Sword Case were a few jade slips.

These jade slips recorded the various inherited cultivation techniques and sword techniques of the Infinite Unity Sword Sect.

Han Muye had no intention of inheriting the Infinite Unity Sword Sect alone. He did not lack treasures.

These jade slips would be handed to Du Mingtao so that he could choose a suitable disciple to teach.

Putting away the jade slips, Han Muye placed his hand on the sword case.

“Buzz!”

Sword Qi flashed, and the Infinite Unity Sword Case opened. Countless sword lights interweaved.

There were tens of thousands of swords stored in this sword case, and every one of them was at least a spiritual weapon.

The strongest sword in the sword case was a sword that was as black as ink and three feet and three inches long.

Using the sword case as the foundation, one could fuse all swords into one.

This was the Spiritual Treasure, the Infinite Unity Sword.

The Infinite Unity Sword Sect’s sect treasure was actually this sword case. It was never a sword that he had never seen before.

“Buzz!”

Sword qi poured in, and the sword case shook. Ten thousand swords fused into one, and a green sword appeared in front of Han Muye.

He raised his hand and grabbed the hilt of his sword. He retracted his aura and his sword intent surged.

Images appeared in his mind.

This time, many of these scenes appeared. It was very chaotic.

Most importantly, the Infinite Unity Sword was a spiritual treasure with its own consciousness. Moreover, this sword was formed from 10,000 swords combined into one, and there was a lot of messy spirituality in it.

After combing through it carefully, Han Muye realized that the Infinite Unity Sword Sect’s inheritance was actually similar to the Sword Pavilion inheritance he cultivated.

The Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords Technique was similar to the Sword Pavilion’s collection of swords.

The images kept interweaving, and a trace of surprise flashed across Han Muye’s face.

The inheritance of the Infinite Unity Sword Sect kept going back to its source. There was really a shadow of the Sword Pavilion.

In other words, the Infinite Unity Sword Case cultivation method of the Infinite Unity Sword Sect was passed down from the Sword Pavilion.

In a sense, the sword case was simpler than the Sword Pavilion.

Of course, the Sword Pavilion was stronger.

Each had its own merits.

When he had the chance to go to the Immortal Source World for three days, Han Muye would definitely go to the Sword Pavilion and truly cultivate the Sword Pavilion’s inheritance.

The power of the Spiritual Treasure Sword was not only greater in destructive power, but also in its spirituality.

The Infinite Unity Sword only needed enough Spiritual Qi and Sword Intent to kill the enemy.

As for the user, he could hold a sword in his hand. It was equivalent to having two killing methods.

To Han Muye, with his Primordial Spirit Sword and his true body incarnation as one, he had several more combat methods.

Putting away the Infinite Unity Sword Case, Han Muye raised his hand and a grass whip appeared in front of him.

Grass Whip.

Primordial Divine Artifact.

This kind of treasure that had been passed down since ancient times could not be maintained with the current level of artifact refinement.

In terms of power, the grass whip had completely surpassed the current level of mystic treasures, spirit treasures, and even dao treasures.

However, in terms of combat power, the grass whip was only equivalent to a high-grade magic treasure.

Generally speaking, this grass whip was not refined for combat.

This treasure was a treasure of the Dao of alchemy.

Pressing his palm on the grass whip, Han Muye sensed the inheritance of the Wood Deity Palace.

There was an extremely systematic inheritance of alchemy, from the nurturing of various spiritual herbs to the refinement of pills.

The grade of the pills in the Wood Deity Palace was much higher than the ones Han Muye had come into contact with.

It was a rare second-grade pill, a first-grade pill, and all kinds of pills that had surpassed the level of pills in the cultivation world.

Dao of alchemy.

This was the pill refinement grade of an ancient inheritance.

Each of the nine levels of the Dao Alchemy contained the power of the Great Dao.

Han Muye did not dare to imagine how powerful the Wood Deity Palace was back then.

Moreover, just how tragic was the war between the gods in the ancient era that all inheritances were cut off?

Thinking of this, Han Muye was suddenly stunned.

It was not that there were no survivors in ancient times.

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The Wood Deity and the Golden Wolf Demonic God had been sealed for too long and their cultivation had been exhausted. It was fine if their combat strength was not obvious, but what about the true experts?

Where are they?

The dam could not stop these mighty figures.

Were they inside or outside the dam?

Was there such a being in the Upper Three Heavens of the Immortal Source World?

Was Endless Divine Venerable one of them?

Divine Venerable. Such an expert should be an expert who had survived the ancient era, right?

The wider the world he saw, the more afraid Han Muye was of the cultivation world.

His power seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, but in fact, he didn’t even have the qualifications to attack in front of those Almighties.

There were unimaginably powerful beings in this world.

“Buzz!”

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The grass whip vibrated, and phantoms appeared around Han Muye.

Alchemy puppets.

These puppets controlled by the grass whip had the power of the wood lineage. They were not good at fighting, but they could refine pills.

As long as they stored their alchemy techniques in their memories, they could refine pills that matched their strength.

This was one of the first techniques of the grass whip. These alchemy puppets were refined by the Wood Deity Palace.

Most of them had already exhausted their strength when suppressing the Golden Wolf Demon God. Now, Han Muye only had 3,000.

Of the 3,000 alchemy puppets, 2,300 had alchemy techniques. The remaining 700 were guardian puppets that used the power of the wood lineage as their foundation and had some combat strength.

At this moment, these puppets had consumed a lot of energy. If they wanted to be used, they would need to spend a lot of resources to recover.

This was not difficult for Han Muye.

There were many treasures found through various methods. If they were exchanged for spiritual rocks, they could pile up a few mountain ranges.

Wasn’t the spiritual rocks earned meant to be spent?

Moreover, it was easy to earn money.

Han Muye felt that after the spiritual rocks were spent, he would lead Daoist Dayan to the dam.

No wonder there were so many hunters in the Ancient Cloud Galaxy who were easily addicted to treasure hunting.

The second method of the grass driving whip was to sort out the power of the wood lineage.

The grass whip could catalyze the Wood Lineage Spiritual Medicine and allow it to grow quickly.

Of course, this required spiritual energy.

However, when he encountered some precious spiritual herbs, he could use this method.

The third method of the grass whip was to store spiritual herbs.

There was a hidden space at the handle of the grass whip that could collect spiritual herbs and store them.

Not only would the medicinal properties of the spiritual herbs stored inside not disappear, but they would also slowly gather and become even richer.

In fact, its activity would not even dissipate. It could be planted again.

To alchemy cultivators, this grass whip was truly a rare treasure.

If those alchemy sects found out about this treasure, it would probably cause a bloodbath.

Holding the grass whip, Han Muye smiled.

Since he had this treasure, he had to use it.

Pieces of spiritual rocks scattered around him.

“Boom!”

The spiritual rocks shattered, and endless spiritual qi surged and gathered in his body before being poured into the grass whip in his hand.

The grass whip that was originally like a dead tree turned jade-green.