Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Within the cabin, Han Muye sat cross-legged, flanked by three elders of the Lu family.

This time, after he repaired the last piece of the damaged Universe-level weapon, he was to head to the Shangguan Family.

The elders of the Shangguan Family were already waiting in the galaxy, but due to the rules, they didn’t approach.

Even though they knew that after the repairs, the star would disappear from its original location, and it wouldn’t matter even if outsiders were present, the people from the Shangguan Family shouldn’t get too close either.

As for Lu Chengyue and the others, they had returned to Sun Cast City.

Although they were deeply shocked and gained a lot every time they observed Han Muye use star power and the Divine Beast Nurturing Vessel for his repairs, such scenes could become numbing if watched too often, even for Lu Chengyue and his group.

Especially when they saw Han Muye work as smoothly as flowing water, with various array formations shifting and various Golden Crow Divine Flames flickering, with spiritual materials scattering like a flood.

To say they didn’t feel pain in their hearts would be a lie.

These were the accumulations of the Lu family over countless thousands of years.

“Hum”

The flying vessel traveling through the void suddenly jolted.

“What’s the matter, have we arrived?” one of the Lu family elders frowned and asked aloud.

Han Muye, who had been seated in meditation, stepped forward, and his golden Primordial Battle Armor appeared around him.

“Boom”

A dazzling saber light struck from afar, ripping through the void.

A star of hundreds of miles in radius that was in front of the flying vessel was split in half under one slash of the long saber.

The saber’s light didn’t diminish; it still swirled with halos, exuding oppressive killing intent as it slashed towards the flying vessel.

Three black-armored Battle Puppets turned into enormous figures and stood in front of Han Muye.

Each Battle Puppet was at the Primordial level.

These were the life-bound War Puppets of the three Lu family elders, among the top existences within the Primordial Tier.

They did possess Universe-level puppets, but at the moment, the fastest things to summon were these life-bound battle puppets.

“Boom”

The saber’s light collided with the Battle Puppets, and a grating “screeching” sound came from the Puppets as they were forced to retreat.

The face of the Lu family elder standing in front of Han Muye changed, and he shouted, “Master Han, flee! That’s the Seal Spirit Blade from the Wuling Hall!”

The Wuling Hall, a power in the divine realm only second to the seven families.

The Seal Spirit Blade, the All-Spirit Blade, and the Soul-Cleaving Blade of the Wuling Hall were dominant Universe-level weapons.

“Wuling Hall, do you really want to be at loggerheads with the Lu family?” another Lu family elder shouted loudly, and a black war spear slowly appeared behind him.

This war spear was the first Universe-level weapon the Lu family repaired with divine beast power.

This weapon, infused with divine beast power, had even greater combat strength than one could imagine.

“Heh, what a bold statement.”

There was a light chuckle from the void, then one after another phantom appeared.

Their figures varied, but what was common was the formidable power each exuded.

At least they were all at the Primordial level.

“Wuling Hall, Ten Thousand Magnificence City, Zeng Yue Feng Ling Mountain, and Bai Ke City,” the Lu family elder said, his face growing darker with each name of the power mentioned.

Each of these factions was only slightly weaker than the seven families of the divine realm.

Their current joint attack was clearly premeditated.

“Rest assured, we just want Master Han to take a trip with us.”

“It wouldn’t be fair for your Lu family to keep all the good fortunes to yourselves.”

A voice filled with indifference spoke, and at that moment, a golden ghostly claw reached out, aiming to grab Han Muye right above his head.

“Master Han, escape now!” the Lu family elder standing before Han Muye roared, his power bursting forth to cause trembling in the void.

The black war spear charged forward, and the three Battle Puppets used their full strength to withstand the spear, striking the void ahead to create an opening.

A glint flashed in Han Muye’s eyes as he stepped into the ruptured void.

His figure vanished from its original spot, and the encircling phantoms didn’t pursue.

The three Lu family elders looked even more troubled.

If the powerful enemies here did not chase, it meant that a trap had already been set elsewhere.

“Bang”

As Han Muye landed on a star, a beam of Flowing Light smashed down upon him.

It was a golden war hammer wielded by a cultivator in a green robe.

In the divine realm, there were such cultivators who used weapons to fight; outside of the divine realm, the legacy of the Galaxy Universe was that of battle puppets and armors.

The layers of golden light emitted from the golden war hammer intertwined with bizarre Rule Bending Powers.

Han Muye stood atop the star, his eyes deep with surging spiritual light.

The rules engraved on this war hammer were all about strength and solidity, and even before it struck, a heavy pressure of millions of pounds weighed down upon him.

If it had been any other Puppet Master or Armor Master, their forms would have already collapsed under such tremendous pressure.

“Buzz”

Golden armor phantoms appeared on Han Muye, and then he threw a punch.

The shadow of his fist transformed into a roaring wild lion, which struck the golden hammer head-on and sent it flying.

The power of a single punch could match a half-step universe-level combat weapon!

The owner of the war hammer wore a look of confusion, standing in the void, at a loss for what to do.

“Master Han truly possesses formidable strength — who would have thought that a blacksmith could wield such immense power,” a figure appeared in the void, their voice filled with emotion.

Following this figure, at least ten more appeared.

“Sun family, Furnace Platform Hall,” Han Muye muttered to himself.

“Luo Tianhe pays his respects to Master Han,” said Luo Tianhe with a smile as he bowed to Han Muye, then looked up with sparkling eyes, “Please, Master Han, present the Shepherd Star Staff for us all to admire.”

Shepherd Star Staff.

Han Muye’s expression remained unchanged as he raised his hand, and a golden long staff appeared in his palm.

The staff, nearly 30 feet long, radiated golden spiritual light, dazzling and bright.

“Haha, indeed it is the Shepherd Star Staff,” Sun Meng from the Sun family said with a look of delight on his face.

Luo Tianhe wore a smirk as if he had the situation under control and spoke lightly, “Since the Treasure Identification Convention, Master Han has been working with the Lu family on repairing universe-level treasures.”

This matter could not be kept a secret.

It was simply a matter of the Lu family winning the race against time.

“I guess, Master Han must have gotten a treasure related to the power of the stars.”

“Indeed.”

Luo Tianhe looked at Han Muye and shook his head slightly.

“Everything that surpasses the power of heaven and earth should be destroyed. Only through destruction can we ensure the stability of the power of heaven and earth and world peace,” proclaimed an elder standing beside Luo Tianhe with a frenzied look on his face, pointing forward with a long saber in his hand.

Han Muye laughed disdainfully, glancing at the saber in the elder’s hand.

“Isn’t that saber in your hand a universe-level one?”

The elder’s face froze for a moment before he bellowed, “This is a Dao-Protecting Treasure, not something that can be compared to your Items of Chaos!”

Your things are for Protecting the Path, while mine are for Chaos, what a double standard.

Han Muye shook his head and turned towards Luo Tianhe.

“I remember you contended with me for this item at the Treasure Identification Convention. Does your Furnace Platform Hall have a heritage related to this item?”

The Furnace Platform Hall was an ancient weapon refining inheritance, which might have connections to the Liantian Sect.

It would be rather ironic if it were an internal conflict within their own ranks.

“Master Han, have you ever heard of the Heaven-Shaking Bow?” Luo Tianhe looked at Han Muye and spoke softly.

Heaven-Shaking Bow.

Not the Shepherd Star Staff.

Han Muye’s gaze rested on the Shepherd Star Staff in his hand, his expression unchanged.

“Although this is not the Heaven-Shaking Bow, it is still a powerful treasure that has disrupted world peace,” the frenzied elder roared, his saber shining with golden light.

“This man is guilty of the heinous act of nurturing devices with divine beasts. Death is a just punishment for him.”

The elder shouted as he brought the saber down with a slash.

Han Muye’s eyes narrowed and he waved the Shepherd Star Staff in his hand.

A beam of divine light collided with the long saber, shattering its blade of light.

“Boom”

The explosion of Flowing Light reverberated in the void.

The frenzied elder wielding the long saber was sent retreating uncontrollably backwards.

All eyes turned to the Shepherd Star Staff in Han Muye’s hand, the look of greed apparent in their gaze.

Such a treasure, merely controlling its power was enough to repel a strong person wielding a universe-level weapon.

“You have not seen what it’s like to surpass the power of a universe-level treasure, have you?”

Han Muye laughed lightly as a stream of golden light enveloped the Shepherd Star Staff in front of him, followed by a rain of spiritual materials.

All the spiritual materials transformed into a torrent that collided with the stars, causing the entire star to quake.

An incredibly powerful aura began to surge, and then, a crack appeared atop the star.

A colossal phantom tens of thousands of feet tall slowly emerged, with a three-eyed head and arms as massive as mountains.

“Star, Yi, pays, respect, to, his, lord.”

The giant figure knelt down slowly.

The Shepherd Star Tribe member, Xing Yi, was awakened.

A being that surpassed universe-level, second only to the level of Primordial Overlords — the Shepherd Star Tribe.