Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

However, what if it was simplified billions of times?

Perhaps, that would be possible.

Sword light intertwined and divided, filling the space in front of Han Muye.

This scene was similar to Zhu Ming’s sword intent, yet it was different.

The long sword gleamed with sword light, seemingly more agile.

Han Muye closed his eyes, letting the long sword whirl and merge with his own sword intent.

An epiphany.

For cultivators, a once-in-a-lifetime epiphany was difficult to come by in thousands of years, but for Han Muye, it wasn’t hard.

As long as he was willing to comprehend it carefully, it was fine.

Five days later, the sword light around him dissipated.

The primordial spirit sword in front of him returned to the divine treasure, and the sword light on it became even more magnificent, almost endless.

When he opened his eyes, there was a flash of sword light in them.

The inheritance of two great Sword Dao cultivators made his Sword Dao foundation even deeper.

“Buzz!”

The sword light receded, and in front of him appeared two great cauldrons.

One was a supreme treasure, the Essence Refinement Cauldron that could assimilate all things.

The other was a huge cauldron obtained from Immortal Lord Ming Yuan of the Dangyuan Sect, who had died in the Bitter Immortal Realm.

These two cauldrons shared the same origin of power.

The two cauldrons floated, their powers intersecting, as if echoing each other.

The Essence Transformation Cauldron.

This great cauldron, which could be considered a rare treasure even in the divine realm, had an overbearing name.

This cauldron could merge various fragmented powers into one.

Han Muye raised his hand, and a nine-colored ray of light reformed within the alchemical cauldron.

This was formed by fusing the power of nine divine beast essences, capable of elevating the power of divine beast bloodlines to unimaginable levels.

Unfortunately, this elixir had lost most of its power due to being taken by the Phoenix. Now, only a trace of power remained, needing to be re-refined in the Essence Transformation Cauldron.

However, this trace of power was already sufficient.

Back then, when Han Muye taught Mu Wan how to refine the Qi Condensation Pill on the Nine Mystic Mountain, he used a wisp of spiritual energy as a guide.

Now, with this nine-colored light as a guide, it was enough.

Raising his hand, streams of bloodline power descended into the refining cauldron.

The Essence Refinement Cauldron assimilated all things, and all the bloodline powers that fell into it were merged and turned into one.

Ever since Han Muye was in the Heavenly Mystic World, he had been gathering various bloodline powers, from the Southern Wasteland to the Central Continent, and even in the Desolate Wilderness, he would leave a trace of any encountered bloodline.

His Baxia and Kui bloodlines were both preserved.

At this moment, these bloodlines merged into one, forming a golden blood sphere within the Essence Refinement Cauldron.

This was the fusion of the various bloodlines in Han Muye’s hands.

He raised his hand to guide the blood ball into the Essence Transformation Cauldron and was immediately enveloped by the nine-colored light.

In the cauldron, divine light vibrated.

Beneath the nine-colored light, a golden pill was brewing.

If this pill succeeded, its grade would be unimaginable.

Han Muye watched the light circulate in the cauldrons, raised his hand, and put away the two cauldrons.

They didn’t have enough bloodline power to refine this pill right now.

To refine this pill, it would take all the bloodline powers of the divine beasts in the Bitter Immortal Realm, and even that wouldn’t be enough.

If this pill could be refined so easily, Immortal Lord Ming Yuan from the divine realm wouldn’t have been unable to be reborn. He could only gather bloodline power with the help of the power of the Heaven Immortal Demon King Xiang Tian.

“Essence Refinement Origin Cauldron, Essence Transformation Cauldron, if Junior Sister possessed such treasures, her alchemical cultivation would surely advance rapidly.” Han Muye murmured as he looked at the large cauldrons in front of him.

He had been in the Fuyu Immortal World for more than 10 years. In less than 20 years, the Immortal Ascension Platform of the mortal world would open.

That would be the time for Han Muye to return to the mortal world.

Putting away the two supreme treasure cauldrons, Han Muye raised his hand and dispersed the light screen outside.

“Buzz!”

A sword light flew over from outside the hall.

Li Yungang, Zhantian Hall’s Chief.

The sword was so fast that it arrived in an instant.

The power gathered in this sword had also surpassed the Void Realm.

Li Yungang did as he said and really challenged Han Muye with the power of the Void Refinement Realm.

Looking at this sword light, Han Muye did not raise his hand.

In front of him, a Primordial Spirit Sword appeared.

Then, the sword directly turned into billions of sword lights.

Li Yungang’s sword had only reached 30 feet in front of Han Muye when he was already wrapped in sword light.

“What’s—”

With a low shout, Li Yungang raised his hand to shield himself.

Because countless swords had already pierced within three feet of him.

Trapped.

In an instant, Li Yungang was trapped in a quagmire of countless sword lights and couldn’t escape.

This was a sword technique born from Zhu Ming’s sword intent and mixed with the power of the Trap Sword.

Or rather, it was a sword formation.

No need to worry, as long as it could showcase his sword techniques.

Watching Li Yungang struggling in the sword light quagmire, unable to break free, a smile appeared on Han Muye’s face.

This was a Sword Dao technique that he could openly use.

With this method, he could head to the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect and witness the convergence of myriad sword techniques.

“Boom!”

A sword light soared from Li Yungang’s body, shattering the surrounding sword lights.

All the sword lights returned to Han Muye and transformed into the Essence Soul sword again.

He raised his hand and waved, causing the sword to dissipate.

“Chief, your strength is impressive. You’ve won,” Han Muye clasped his hands and spoke.

Li Yungang’s face turned red.

Above his head, an illusory world appeared.

Grotto-heaven power.

He had won.

However, he had used the power of the Grotto-heaven to unleash power far beyond the Void Refinement Realm.

Could this really be considered his victory?

“The inheritance of Elder Zhu Ming is truly extraordinary,” Li Yungang looked at Han Muye, his gaze sweeping over the ribbon hanging behind him.

“Indeed, I’ll come again in a few days.”

With that, his figure flickered and disappeared from the hall.

Han Muye shook his head and was about to walk out of the hall when Li Yungang turned around again.

“I forgot to mention an important matter.”

Li Yungang’s expression turned slightly solemn as he said in a deep voice, “The turmoil in the Bitter Immortal Realm this time has already affected the Yunlan Dao Sect.”