Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

They also caused the eruption of countless tormented souls in the Endless Sea.

Both of these actions were wicked deeds that brought suffering to the creatures in the cultivation realm, calamities that led to the downfall of numerous cultivators.

Only a true villain, someone who truly opposed the cultivation realm, would do such things.

But Han Muye, the successor of the Divine Emperor and the number one figure in this realm, took on these tasks.

And he did them without any remorse.

Bai Zeyu furrowed his brows slightly but remained silent.

His cultivation and status were not qualified to judge Han Muye.

“So, there are certain things that can only be understood from that position,” Bai Zeyu’s ancestor glanced at Bai Zeyu and said softly.

“Sword Ancestor Muye needs to consider the prosperity of the entire cultivation realm. Only by constantly facing external enemies and enduring hardships can strong individuals continue to emerge.”

“Comfortable lives cannot produce strong individuals.”

Strength could only be forged through hardships and countless trials.

Merely accumulating resources would never be enough to cultivate true strength.

Bai Zeyu nodded. He knew that what his Patriarch said was true, but from his perspective, he couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable.

Han Muye didn’t offer any explanation either.

There was no need to explain.

He had his reasons for doing these things.

Unconsciously, he was no longer the young sword cultivator from the Western Frontier of the past.

He was Sword Ancestor Muye, the master of the Sword Pavilion, the Prime Minister of the Heavenly Mystic, and the first Grand Elder of Yuling Dao Sect.

Every word he spoke, every decision he made, affected the life and death of countless cultivators in the cultivation realm.

If he were still the young cultivator from the Western Frontier, Han Muye would choose to allocate more resources and pave the way for more cultivators.

But now, he wouldn’t.

Instead, he needed to create more difficulties for the cultivation world.

Only strong individuals who could fight their way out without fear could overcome any challenge.

From his current standpoint, many unreasonable things in the cultivation realm actually seemed reasonable.

For example, why the Spiritual Armored Demon clan had never been completely eradicated, why there were still constant wars despite the Divine Court’s high authority.

And why the low-level disciples of various sects suffered great losses, and the lives of countless low-level cultivators were lost on the path of cultivation.

It was to pave the way for the strong with the lives of numerous low-level cultivators.

Perhaps, it was a ruthless approach.

But now, when Han Muye made such a decision, there were no ripples in his heart.

“Boom!”

With a swing of his sword, the intertwined spiritual light of the seal was directly split open, creating a crack that spanned thousands of feet.

Han Muye unsheathed his sword, and Jia Wu beside him narrowed his eyes, a slight tremor at the corner.

Patriarch Bai Zeyu had a solemn expression, and golden lights flickered in his eyes.

With one strike, he broke the seal of the mighty figure back then.

Han Muye’s mastery of the sword had reached such a level!

Spiritual Armored Demons rushed out one after another. When they saw Han Muye and the others in front of them, they were stunned.

Shui Yue’er flew up and landed in front of the elder wearing black scale armor.

She cupped her hands and muttered.

The old man’s expression changed, then he turned to look at the crack that was split open by a single sword, nodded, and cautiously stood to the side.

“Let’s go.”

Han Muye’s gaze fell on the members of the Spiritual Armored Demon Clan. He looked at Jia Wu and said calmly, “The armored demon clan needs restraint.”

Jia Wu nodded and charged into the spatial rift.

Han Muye also flew into it.

Patriarch Bai Ze turned to look at Bai Zeyu and Shui Yue’er.

Bai Zeyu and Shui Yue’er looked at each other with complicated expressions and bowed to Patriarch Bai Ze.

“Hehe, we’ve cultivated for countless millennia. Life and death, honor and disgrace, have long been insignificant to us.

“It’s enough to have lived a carefree life.”

Patriarch Bai Ze waved his hand and a golden spiritual pearl flew out from his palm, landing in front of Bai Zeyu.

The pearl was vibrant, emanating a profound and mysterious power.

As long as one’s gaze fell upon the pearl, dizziness and bewilderment would set in, as if one’s consciousness were being absorbed by it.

“This is the treasured inheritance of my Bai Ze clan. Remember, don’t look at what you shouldn’t, and don’t speak of what should not be spoken.” Patriarch Bai Ze’s eyes revealed a trace of reluctance. He smiled lightly and turned, stepping into the rift.

Bai Zeyu reached out and grasped the pearl, a halo shimmering around him. When he opened his hand, the pearl was gone, leaving only a mark resembling a closed eye in the palm of his hand.

“Boom!”

In front of them, a resounding tremor echoed through the void.

Shui Yue’er reached out and grabbed Bai Zeyu’s arm.

Not far away, the Spiritual Armored Demons all looked up, watching as the halo in the void burst open.

At this moment, the world beyond that void was already suppressed by a dark aura.

Behind Jia Wu, a hundred-foot shadow appeared.

On the black crown, there was a circular mirror radiating a black halo from its seven surfaces.

A black light.

The dark aura emanated from the seven-faced mirror, imprisoning the entire world.

“Let me see where these small fries are hiding.” Patriarch Bai Ze took a step forward, his eyes emitting golden light.

The golden light pierced through the darkness, shooting straight ahead, as if penetrating the entire world.

“Found it.”

He murmured softly, and then a golden long arrow appeared in front of him, shooting straight ahead.

Han Muye flashed his figure, following the arrow.

“Boom!”

In the sky, lightning flashed.

It was the fury of the heavens in this realm, unleashing thunder tribulation.

The lightning converged into a dragon and collided with the seven-faced mirror on Jia Wu’s crown.

However, before the lightning dragon could descend, Han Muye had already drawn his sword.

“Slash—”

A single strike.

The sword descended from the sky, stirring the surrounding spiritual energy into countless sword lights, obliterating the lightning dragon into numerous fragments.

The vast expanse of thunderclouds continued to distort and gather. Suddenly, a towering figure of a bull with a body spanning thousands of feet appeared behind Han Muye. It let out a roar to the sky and swallowed all the lightning that had just formed in the sky in one gulp.