Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The waters of Tamuhu Lake surged, instantly turning into frost around Han Muye.

Billion layers of cold ice froze Han Muye’s entire body.

This chill of the ice was not only freezing the body, but most importantly, it directly penetrated the body, entered the soul, stepped into the divine spot, and shredded the memory!

No wonder the divine souls of the divine beasts in Tamuhu Lake all had fragmented memories and lost themselves—it was the influence of this giant’s power.

Han Muye stood still, ice forming around his body, and within his divine spot, a voice sounded.

“This body has been well refined, not comparable to my Pantheon Clan, but it surpasses most other clans.”

A colossal giant towering thousands of feet appeared within the divine spot, its body as tall as the three floating Divine Soul Swords.

“The soul has also been well refined, already formed into swords. This technique isn’t much inferior to that of my Pantheon Clan.”

The giant wore a grey battle robe, his face square and stern, and his eyes showing a trace of curiosity.

He reached out his hand and grabbed at the void.

A faint soul appeared.

This soul had the same form as Han Muye, with a hint of confusion in its eyes.

“Let the Immortal Sovereign see how you’ve cultivated.” The giant grasped the faint soul, and his eyes shone brightly, turning into a series of strange halos.

The faint soul shattered, turning into fragments of memory.

Cultivating at Nine Mystic Mountain.

Drifting in the Central Continent.

Traversing the celestial world.

Fleeing in the Divine Realm.

Growing in the Ruins Realm.

Memories unfolded one by one before the giant.

“A Sword Dao prodigy, gathering the Sword of the Soul, not bad.”

“Acquiring the body of a Dragon Crocodile, how daring, even daring to devour the body of a Primordial Overlord.”

“Breaking through the barrier of the Divine Realm, showing some responsibility, it’s just a shame that your strength is still too weak.”

The giant murmured to himself while gazing at the screens of light, with divine light shifting across his face.

His gaze moved to the Three Divine Soul Swords.

“In my Pantheon Clan, we also have Sword Dao experts and major sects of the Sword Dao. Among them, some have deeper Sword Dao comprehension than this lad, but I’ve seen few who have gathered Three Divine Soul Swords.”

“If I could devour this lad’s memories and body, return to the Great Pantheon Plane, I could incarnate as a sword cultivator and start all over.”

The giant clenched his fist, bursting with Seven-Colored Divine Light.

This was the pure power of the soul, dense to a substantial degree.

The figure of the giant in Han Muye’s divine spot shattered, turning into a halo of seven-colored light that enveloped his entire divine spot.

At that moment, Han Muye, previously immobile and frozen by the frost, suddenly opened his eyes.

Around him, a tuft of golden flames rose.

The frost was directly scorched by the flames, turning into a whirlwind.

The change was too rapid, the temperature shift too abrupt, and in that instant, all the frost around Han Muye for thousands of miles shattered.

This scene caused the seven-colored halo in his divine spot to tremble.

“Eh, you still have Flame Origin techniques on hand? Why did the Immortal Sovereign not detect it just now?”

The low whisper in the divine spot carried a hint of surprise, then pressed down towards the three floating Sword of the Soul.

The Three Divine Swords vibrated as if they couldn’t withstand the pressure and would collapse immediately.

“After all, you are a genius, bold yet meticulous, it’s normal to have some contingencies.”

“I advise you not to struggle; let the Immortal Sovereign devour your soul, occupy your body, and take you to the Great Pantheon Plane. That is a top plane, much stronger than this Desolate Wilderness by countless folds.”

The seven-colored halo penetrated the Sword of the Soul, and the swords began to disintegrate, as if they were slowly melting.

At this moment, Han Muye had already traversed thousands of miles in a single step, arriving in front of the giant.

The colossal figure sitting upright slowly lowered his head to look at Han Muye.

“Tiny ant, still trying to scheme against the Immortal Sovereign?”

A voice loud as thunder echoed.

The giant slowly raised his arm, intending to crush Han Muye outright.

Though the giant was not yet fully awakened from his slumber, with his soul having stepped into Han Muye’s divine spot, his every move was driven by instinct.

Han Muye stood there, also raising his palm.

In the center of his palm, a bronze cauldron appeared.

The Purple Sun Cauldron.

“Hum—”

The cauldron vibrated, becoming large enough to cover heaven and earth, and directly enveloped the surrounding waters and the body in the lake, drawing it all inside.

As the giant’s body was taken into the cauldron, a vortex instantly appeared in its place.

Below where the giant’s body had been, a shattered jade altar was revealed.

An altar of a thousand yards, covered in densely packed, shattered beast bones.

“Azure Dragon.”

“Golden Phoenix.”

“Vermilion Bird.”

“Black Tortoise.”

Han Muye recognized these bodies, where only slivers of bones remained; they were the most supreme Overlords of the Desolate Wilderness.

These were not only Overlords of the Desolate Tier but also Origin Overlords and even higher levels, with bloodline powers strong enough to be top existences in this Desolate Wilderness.

Any one of these beings could contend with Primordial Overlords like the Dragon Crocodile.

Han Muye’s gaze rested on the altar.

Intricate patterns interwove on the altar.

By this time, the seven-colored light in his divine spot had already shattered his Three Divine Soul Swords.

If he did not act quickly, his soul might truly be refined.

“Hum—”

A buzzing came from the cauldron in front of him.

“You actually have such hidden methods that even the Immortal Sovereign didn’t detect upon detecting the soul.”

“Hopefully, you can provide the Immortal Sovereign with more surprises.”

The seven-colored light in the divine spot churned violently, attempting to gain complete control of Han Muye’s divine spot.

Han Muye took a deep breath, no longer concealing his abilities, and slapped his hand onto the cauldron in front of him.

The entire cauldron vibrated, its countless Golden Crow Divine Flames instantly shattered, turning into tufts of light flames.