Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Han Muye looked up at the golden hammer above his head.

This was the convergence of the Flame Origin and Wind Vein Power, and without sufficient Origin Force to resist, one would be crushed instantly by the hammer, their body shattering in an instant.

Fortunately, he was no stranger to the Flame Origin.

Raising his hand, a golden flame appeared in his palm.

The golden flame transformed into a ring of fire that encircled his body, blocking the hammer above.

“Buzz—”

The hammer vibrated, suspended ten feet above Han Muye’s head, unable to advance even an inch, despite drawing on the Origin of ten thousand miles of heaven and earth around it.

The giant bird with spread wings roared, attempting to gather more strength.

Han Muye’s hand slowly opened.

“Buzz—”

A purple-gold cauldron appeared.

The long-unused Purple Sun Cauldron.

The moment the Purple Sun Cauldron appeared, Chongyun Tianque shuddered, and its control over the flames was completely lost.

“Boom—”

The hammer collapsed, turning into a mass of golden flames, which were absorbed by the Purple Sun Cauldron.

A new divine flame entered the Purple Sun Cauldron.

Chongyun Tianque trembled, its wings spread as it tried to flee, but the golden halos on the Purple Sun Cauldron formed a net that wrapped around its body.

No matter how it struggled, it could not escape.

“I can refine you directly into the cauldron, to become fuel for the divine flame,” Han Muye said, hands behind his back, his gaze falling on Chongyun Tianque.

Chongyun Tianque struggled, but the net only tightened more and more.

A Primordial Overlord was thus caught and could not break free.

This is what the Seven Supreme Artifacts could do.

This was also the level of Han Muye’s combat strength. Ordinary Primordial Overlords were nothing in front of him.

“Boom—”

Behind him, half of Bu Zhou Peak suddenly collapsed.

The woman in the emerald dress, Aunt Qing, was disheveled, tumbling to the ground in front of Han Muye.

“I, I am willing to submit, please spare Xiao Yun,” she said in a low voice, looking at Han Muye.

An overlord of the vast wilderness had spoken in submission.

Han Muye did not respond but instead turned his head to look at Zhu Rong, who was surrounded by swirling flames and radiating intense battle intent. Seeing Aunt Qing, Zhu Rong grinned, “Whether you submit or not doesn’t matter; one day, I will make you submit.”

Han Muye shook his head, seeing that challenging an overlord like Aunt Qing had kindled Zhu Rong’s battle intent.

But without the support of the human army’s battle formation power, for Zhu Rong to defeat an Overlord, there was still a long way to go.

Han Muye slowly retracted the Flame Net, and Chongyun Tianque transformed into human shape, standing beside Aunt Qing.

“Aunt Qing, are you alright? Come with me, I’ll take you back to our tribe,” Chongyun Tianque said softly, taking hold of Aunt Qing’s arm.

Aunt Qing shook her head, looking around her.

“This is my home; I won’t leave Bu Taishan,” she said.

“As long as the, human race promises not to harm the divine beast tribes of Bu Taishan, I can help you manage the creatures here,” she said, her gaze turning to Han Muye.

This was an excellent proposal.

Han Muye knew that Aunt Qing had achieved her level of Overlord here on Bu Taishan, which was her base. If she were to leave, her strength would be greatly diminished.

That’s why she did not want to leave.

“Fine, Bu Taishan can be under your management, but our human race needs to open a Great Dao on Bu Taishan to reach the hinterlands of the Vast Wilderness,” Han Muye said, looking ahead and speaking in a clear voice.

As long as they could pass through Bu Taishan, the human race of the Wasteland could truly join the ranks of powerful tribes within the vast wilderness.

Aunt Qing looked around with a complex expression and nodded.

After today, Bu Taishan, would no longer be the Bu Taishan governed by divine beasts.

From now on, the true masters of Bu Taishan would be the, human race.

Who would have believed that the human race, the weakest in the Vast Wilderness, could become the masters of Bu Taishan?

Looking up at Han Muye in front of her, Chongyun Tianque’s eyes flitted with a trace of fear.

The strength that he had displayed was too formidable; dealing with her, he hadn’t even put forth his true effort.

“The Vast Wilderness, has truly changed…”

Conquering Bu Taishan was the first step for the Wasteland Human Race.

When Zhu Rong and Han Muye returned with the army of a hundred thousand and announced that Bu Taishan had submitted, countless cheers erupted.

Zhu Rong’s gaze swept over the cheering crowd and looked towards Han Muye, “Senior Brother Han, what should we do next?”

His words made the strong warriors of the Blazing Prairie Tribe turn their heads as well.

If the Wasteland was united and Bu Taishan had submitted, did that mean it was time to venture beyond the Wasteland?

Beyond the Wasteland, it was said, lay the true essence of the Vast Wilderness.

It was said that beyond the Wasteland, there were not only divine beast tribes but also human tribes that had subdued these divine beasts and had built large cities.

The Blazing Prairie Tribe had a few trading caravans that crossed the Wasteland and Bu Taishan to trade in the heartland of the Vast Wilderness.

When they returned, they all talked of the prosperity outside the Wasteland, incomparable to that of the Wasteland.

Even though the weapons they brought back were cruder than those on the Wasteland and the divine patterns were no different from those on the Wasteland, the quality and grade of the spiritual materials were indeed incomparable to those on the Wasteland.

The spiritual minerals that were coveted and fought over on the Wasteland, reluctantly used, were said to be seen everywhere beyond the Wasteland.

The various materials for weapon refining and weapons taken out of the Wasteland were simply exchanged with those tribes for some casual spiritual materials.

Those spiritual materials were highly valuable in the Wasteland.

This was the disparity in resources.

Once they passed through Bu Taishan, the Wasteland’s army would be able to appear in the hinterland of the Vast Wilderness and take over areas full of spiritual minerals and materials.

Everyone looked at Han Muye with hopeful eyes.

Han Muye shook his head.

“Our strength is not yet sufficient.”

He knew that the Blazing Prairie Tribe wanted to break out of the Wasteland, but beyond the Wasteland was the dominion of those divine beast tribes.

The last time, at Five Quantities Mountain, it was only by relying on the Million Beast Divine Souls in the God-Slaying Spear that they had repelled the divine beast tribes.

Now, once the army of the Blazing Prairie Tribe set foot beyond Bu Taishan, they would surely be met by countless divine beast tribes, as well as armies from various human tribes.

“Let’s build a city,” Han Muye looked around, his gaze falling on Bu Taishan, “We’ll open a road. The stones from Bu Taishan are perfect for city construction.”

“The Wasteland needs a true human city.”

It was no longer suitable for the Wasteland Human Race to live in tribes.

Han Muye’s control over the refining technique, the method of alchemy, and various methods to enhance cultivation abilities could be shared.

Moreover, the source power of the million divine beasts dissipated into heaven and earth, their soul imprints reincarnated, most of which would become humans on the Wasteland.

Given time for these reincarnated souls to recall their past memories.

In this way, the Human Tribe of the Vast Wilderness would see more powerhouses emerge.

Only then would it be time for the Wasteland Human Race to step beyond Bu Taishan.

“Build a city?”

Zhu Rong looked around and nodded, “It’s time to build a city of our own.”

…

Blazing Prairie City.

This was the name of the first city within the Wasteland.

Thirty million sturdy humans were conscripted, training in battle formations while constructing the city.

They needed to deploy cavalry, rushing into Bu Taishan for a raid, and then quarry huge rocks to transport back across ten thousand miles.

A hundred yards wide, the road was trodden repeatedly.

Walls of giant stones, rising thirty feet high.

The vast city walls spanned three hundred miles, within which were squarely laid out streets.

Ordinary tribespeople did not live within these streets.

Only Divine Pattern Masters, Ritual Masters, and those strong in battle formations were qualified to reside in Blazing Prairie City.

Every stone in the city had divine patterns engraved upon them.

Some of these divine patterns were inscribed by Divine Pattern Masters and Ritual Masters, representing their own comprehensions, while many others were taught by Han Muye, derived from the divine patterns of the Heaven and Earth Great Dao.

These Heaven and Earth Divine Patterns would strengthen the city’s foundation, making it almost impossible for even Primordial Overlords among the divine beasts to destroy.

The city took twenty years to build.

In those twenty years, over a thousand smaller cities were constructed on the Wasteland.

During twenty years on the Wasteland, the human population proliferated and tamed demon beasts, and the tribe grew to over three hundred million.

At least fifty thousand humans reincarnated from divine beasts retrieved their memories and resumed their practice, almost regaining their original divine beast level strengths.

Yet such power was nothing in the face of the current battle formations.

A mere divine beast, could it withstand a thousand-man battle formation?

Not even the High-tier Divine Beasts could.

Clad in black armor, wielding combat weapons and formed into battle formations, they were indomitable.

These were the Blazing Prairie Heavenly Soldiers.