Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The Sword of the Soul had been condensed to its strongest state, and now what remained was deciding when to condense the fourth sword.

Once the fourth sword took shape, the true Heavenly Cycle Sword Formation would also be complete.

That would be the moment of his swordsmanship’s metamorphosis.

Sword God.

That was not just a title, but a level of existence.

God of swordsmanship.

It was an existence even higher than the level of Immortal Sovereign, a title reserved for the pinnacle of a path of cultivation.

Just like Yuan Tian, the Immortal Source Sword Deity in the Origin Heaven World, and Sword God Lu Yue in this universe.

Han Muye’s current cultivation, whether it was his physical body, his soul, or his path to immortality, was already beneath the topmost echelon, lacking only the final fusion.

In fact, he had a method that would allow him to ascend to the pinnacle directly.

That was to forge a War Puppet body for himself.

But after considering it, he abandoned this method.

Currently, he had yet to step into the Formless Realm in the path of weapon refining.

Only when he was able to refine a Formless Artifact would he forge a War Puppet for himself.

For all material things in the world would ultimately be worn down by time.

Only the formless can endure through the ages without decay.

“Hum”

Around Han Muye, strands of blood-red murderous aura emerged, blending with his cultivation in the path of immortality.

The God-Slayer War Puppet standing by as his protector emitted a brilliant light from its eyes.

The strongest physical body of the ancient primordial era, the power of Primordial Overlords.

While some Primordial Overlords eventually abandoned their physical bodies, Han Muye chose to condense his, aiming for a fusion with his soul.

Whether this path was right or wrong was unknown.

There are countless paths in the practice of cultivation in the world, but few can reach the pinnacle.

This was the nature of cultivation; the closer to the peak, the tougher it becomes.

Within the chamber, Han Muye was in deep cultivation, while in Mu Ya City, dozens of Elders of the Lu Family, along with more than a hundred Divine Refining Masters, had gathered.

In a vast square, all kinds of combat equipment, armor, puppets, and combat weapons were laid out.

Each item bore numerous scars.

Thousands of various Primordial Chaos treasures, all damaged and above the Primordial level, were laid out.

“Releasing the suppression between heaven and earth this time has indeed gathered more power in Mu Ya City, but it has also fully exposed Giant Beam Continent,” said Lu Family Patriarch Lu Chengyue, with a grave expression on the face of an elder in a green robe standing beside him.

His name was Lu Julin, one of the ancestor-level powerhouses of the Lu Family, and his strength was just slightly inferior to Patriarch Lu Chengyue.

This was because the few ancestor-level powerhouses did not possess the Lu family’s top guardian treasures.

According to the rules of the Lu family, the most powerful elders of the second tier held the supreme treasures, allowing their combat strength to step into the First Tier, thereby increasing the overall combat power of the Lu family.

Lu Chengyue did not respond to Lu Julin’s words but rather looked towards a white-haired elder not far away.

“Daoist Priest Tao, how goes the repair of the battle puppets and armor?”

Upon hearing his question, everyone around turned their heads to look at the white-haired elder.

Tao Lun, the Lu family’s top Refining Worshipper, a Divine Refining Master whose strength was so formidable that even a genius like Zheng Yaoyang would speak to him as a peer.

“Judging by the current pace of repairs, it would take a hundred years to fix one-tenth of them,” Tao Lun said, shaking his head with a helpless look on his face.

“This is after specially summoning many weapon refining experts from the divine realm to come here; without them…”

Without them, not even one-tenth could be repaired.

Tao Lun had known this all along.

As a seasoned blacksmith, he was never optimistic about repairing the battle puppets and armor.

But as a Refining Worshipper of the Lu Family, he also knew that the Lu family had too many forces tied up on Giant Beam Continent, and if they did not come up with a solution soon, it could shake the foundation of the Lu family.

“A hundred years, one-tenth…” Lu Chengyue shook his head.

The other Elders of the Lu Family also had grim expressions.

At this rate, it was of no use.

“Patriarch, make a decision,” said Lu Julin.

“If it really isn’t viable, we should abandon Giant Beam Continent.”

The speaker was Lu Julin.

As one of the overlord-level powerhouses of the Lu family, he came representing the group of five elders this time.

As long as the patriarch, Lu Chengyue, says to give up on Giant Beam Continent, he would contact the other ancestor-level figures from the Divine Realm’s Lu family and completely lift the suppression of heaven and earth on Giant Beam Continent.

At that time, the might of the Lu family would directly intervene and utterly devastate Giant Beam Continent.

The true strength of the Lu family isn’t limited to what is currently displayed.

Giant Beam Continent could never truly shake the foundations of the Lu family.

To relinquish Giant Beam Continent, although it would reduce the places where the Lu family’s younger generation could hone their skills, by releasing several suppressed ancestors of the Lu family and allowing many Lu family experts to return, the family’s status in the Divine Realm would still be secure.

However, for the seven families of the Divine Realm, losing one’s Guardian Land is indeed unsightly in terms of reputation.

“Give up Giant Beam Continent…” Lu Chengyue’s expression turned solemn, “Do I, Lu Chengyue, wish to become a sinner of the Lu family?”

A hint of flush appeared on his face, with strands of golden blood seeping from the corners of his mouth.

In the battle against the top powerhouse of the Canan Tribe, he had indeed been seriously injured.

Otherwise, the situation wouldn’t have escalated to such an extent, forcing the Lu family’s hands.

Seeing Lu Chengyue like this, the expressions of the other elders gathered there darkened.

Lu Chengyue did not want to become the sinner of the Lu family, and who among them did?

To give up Giant Beam Continent is to give up nurturing the younger generation.

That amounted to forfeiting the future of the family.

“Patriarch, if Mr. Han can repair the Universe-level combat weapon, even if only three to five pieces are restored, it could influence the outcome of the battle,” spoke Lu Gengji, who had accompanied Lu Chengyue from the Divine Realm.

He and those of Lu Gengsheng had encountered their flying vessel in the void and exchanged communication through divine sense.

According to Lu Gengsheng, Master Han is a top-tier blacksmith in the world, personally invited by the family elite, Lu Zixu, to Wanjin City.

Before coming to Giant Beam Continent, Lu Gengji had also heard some news from Heavenly Secret City, which mentioned Master Han. However, he did not pay much attention to the specifics, since he was not a blacksmith himself and had not anticipated Master Han’s arrival at Giant Beam Continent.

“Him? He demands five times the compensation,” a nearby elder shook their head with a disgruntled tone.

“Just a core elder from the Armament Alliance, how capable could he be? Still so arrogant,” another elder murmured under their breath.

“Is it the same Master Han whom the patriarch once mentioned wanting to meet in person?” Tao Lun’s expression shifted when he heard the others speak.

“It’s said that he has a way to repair Primordial-level Battle Puppets and even took on a task at the trading place of the Temple of Ten Thousand Gods?”

Looking up around him, Tao Lun’s eyes flickered with a sharp light.

“If he truly can repair Universe-level battle puppets, then even if we give up Giant Beam Continent, it really wouldn’t matter much.”

Giving up Giant Beam Continent wouldn’t matter much.

The others around were taken aback.

Lu Chengyue’s gaze swept the surroundings.

Here, there were at least twenty Universe-level Treasures, all severely damaged.

Among them were three War Beasts from ancient times.

Even if these Universe-level artifacts could be restored by thirty percent, it could directly improve Mu Ya City’s combat strength by thirty percent.

With the addition of this wave of reinforcements, whether or not to give up Giant Beam Continent was still debatable.

Even if Giant Beam Continent were to be given up, as long as they had enough Universe-level guardian treasures, the loss to the Lu family’s strength wouldn’t be significant.

“Five times the reward…” Lu Chengyue took a deep breath.

This was about breaking the Lu family’s rules.

“If he truly can repair Universe-level treasures, what does five times the reward matter?” Tao Lun shook his head, speaking loudly: “Other families would probably be willing to offer ten times the reward to invite him over.”

It is an iron rule of the world that Universe-level artifacts can only be nurtured, not repaired.

A blacksmith capable of repairing Universe-level soldiers would have to pay a tremendous price, able to repair only a few pieces in their lifetime.

“Fine, let’s have Master Han make a move.”

Lu Chengyue looked forward to the square, speaking gravely: “We can hold for another ten years.”

“Within ten years, if he cannot repair a Universe-level battle puppet or a combat weapon, I will give up Giant Beam Continent.”

Ten years.

Ten years to repair a Universe-level combat weapon.

Tao Lun opened his mouth but ultimately remained silent.

It was an impossible task.

Half a day later, Han Muye arrived at the square.

Lu Chengyue and the other elders of the Lu family had already departed.

“Master Han, with ten years’ time to repair a Universe-level battle puppet or combat weapon, how confident are you?” Tao Lun, looking at the excessively young Divine Refining Master in front of him, spoke softly.

“Ten years? One piece?” Han Muye’s eyes flashed with a shimmer of spiritual light.

“You’re asking my confidence level?”

A tide of condensing divine light surged around him.

“Do you have that little faith in me, Han Muye?”