Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion-Chapter 2143 - : Everyone, who can contend with him, Han Muye, in the way of the sword?
Chapter 2143: Everyone, who can contend with him, Han Muye, in the way of the sword?
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The three-foot-long sword vibrated and, within the dissipating gaze of the blood-spitting middle-aged man, transformed into a silhouette.
Clothed in a green robe, with a handsome face and a figure as upright as a sword.
“Lu Yue Sword, Lu Yue Sword, if you truly possess spirit, then carry on the legacy of my lineage…” The middle-aged man reached out and grasped the hem of the green robe, then let go.
His heart channels were severed, and his soul shattered.
Thus, he collapsed.
The youth in the green robe, transformed from the long sword, squatted down, his eyes slowly changing from confusion to determination.
“Am I, Lu Yue?”
“No, I am Han Muye.”
“Void Sword Immortal, sword caretaker of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.”
Han Muye.
Transformed into a sword, with his Sword Dao True Body, sealed the chambers of the Great Pantheon Plane, and ultimately, together with the Plane’s Force, was sealed, descending into the Endless Void.
Han Muye’s Sword Dao True Body was not just the culmination of all his cultivation power, but also the origin power conferred by numerous primordial divine beasts, thus forging a force capable of contending with the Great Pantheon Plane.
The Sword Dao True Body, sealed by the Force of the Great Pantheon Plane, floated in the Endless Void.
Drawn by the Plane’s Origin Force on it, it inadvertently fell onto the Great Pantheon Plane and was found by cultivators there, who then brought it to the sect’s Sword Nurturing Hut. ƒrēenovelkiss.com
This sect, known as the All-Encompassing Sword Sect within the Great Pantheon Plane, was not considered a major force but merely a small sword sect isolated in its own corner.
Han Muye’s Sword Dao True Body was nurtured in the All-Encompassing Sword Sect’s Sword Nurturing Hut for several years, after which it was claimed by Peak Master Guo Hua of the Moon-Encompassing Peak of the sect and used as his personal sword.
Seeing the two characters ‘Lu Yue’ on the sword hilt, it was thus named the Lu Yue Sword.
As it followed Guo Hua, the Lu Yue Sword witnessed numerous cultivation scenes atop the Great Pantheon Plane, and the sealed strength of Han Muye’s soul also began to quietly revive.
A few days ago, an elder of the sect’s Sword Nurturing Hut had requested Guo Hua’s presence.
When Guo Hua emerged from the Sword Nurturing Hut, his veins were all severed, and he barely managed to flee from the sect.
“Just because the Sword Dao inheritance of Moon-Encompassing Peak posed a threat to the main peak, they decided to execute the most talented Guo Hua of Moon-Encompassing Peak.”
“How can such a sect ever thrive?”
Han Muye, having recovered all his memories, looked at the collapsed Guo Hua and sighed softly to himself.
The All-Encompassing Sword Sect had more than a dozen peaks of various sizes, with Mityan Peak, the main peak, being the most revered, and the sect’s inheritances also deemed the strongest there.
However, Guo Hua possessed an overwhelming talent in the Sword Dao, and with his own strength, made the inheritance of Moon-Encompassing Peak surpass that of the main peak.
The succession of the next sect master of the All-Encompassing Sword Sect was imminent, but no one from the main peak could suppress Guo Hua, leaving them no choice but to eliminate him through the hands of the Elder of Sword Nurturing Hut.
Misfortune arose within the walls; fellow sect members turned against each other.
On the brink of death, Guo Hua’s only wish was not for revenge, but to see his lineage continued.
Han Muye raised his hand and looked at the fresh blood stained on his sleeve.
It was this blood, filled with intention, that allowed him to fully revive, and also this very blood, that freed him from the rejection by this Great Pantheon Plane.
“If this is a chance encounter decreed by fate, then I shall help you make the Moon-Encompassing Peak’s lineage shine brightly.”
Han Muye whispered softly, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.
If it were any other inheritance, perhaps not, but in the Sword Dao, who could compete with him, Han Muye?
The cultivation inheritances of the Great Pantheon Plane were incredibly stable due to their Origin, making it impossible to harness external forces, only one’s own strength.
Whether it be the Sword Dao or body tempering, in Han Muye’s view, they were all quite rudimentary forms of cultivation.
Yet, once someone from the Great Pantheon Plane left for a Lower Plane, their bodies, unrestrained, transformed into towering giants, and with every movement, they could shatter heaven and earth, utterly unstoppable.
Within the Great Pantheon Plane, there were quite a few missions calling for war in other Planes, but one must join a major force and possess sufficient strength to partake.
Small sects like the All-Encompassing Sword Sect did not yet qualify to engage in battles within other Planes.
After burying Guo Hua, Han Muye did not stray far, but instead entered into secluded cultivation within the valley.
Not far from the All-Encompassing Sword Sect, it wouldn’t be long before someone from the sect would come searching.
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Within a not so deep cave.
Han Muye sat cross-legged.
Above his body drifted strands of golden Flowing Light, forming into numerous golden chains.
These were the power of the Great Path from the Great Pantheon Plane, as well as the power that sealed the city on the altar. Every moment weighed immensely, firmly locking his body.
At this time, Han Muye, through an incarnation that practiced body-tempering techniques, continuously refined his body, drawing the sealing power into himself.
This spared him the process of absorbing the origin power of heaven and earth from this plane.
What force could compare to the powerful origin that seals an entire plane?
If the day came when Han Muye had refined all the chains that bound his body, he would possess the strength to contend directly with an entire plane.
“Buzz—”
A sonorous sound resonated, and a three-foot-long sword appeared in front of him.
This sword, taking his main body’s True Spirit Bone as its carrier, held the force of countless divine beasts within it, and had his Sword of the Soul as its sword spirit.
Such a sword, should all its power be unleashed, would surely be able to slash through the Myriad Universes in one strike!
He had split off a spiritual sword, leaving his physical body to be refined by the force of the Great Pantheon Plane.
With a gentle touch on the sword, divine light intertwined around Han Muye.
Ten days later.
The seated Han Muye suddenly drew his sword.
“Clang—”
A sword light was shattered by the sword in his hand.
Two figures appeared before him with a look of horror on their faces.
“How did the Lu Yue Sword end up in your hands?”
“Where is Peak Master Guo Hua?”
The two who spoke looked to be around forty years old, robust in build, holding swords, and their eyes were fixed on Han Muye.
Outside the cave, a chorus of noisy voices arose, followed by several figures rushing over.
“This is our Master’s Lu Yue Sword!”
“If our Master’s sword is here, then is that grave really…?”
“Who are you, and why do you have our Master’s sword in your hands?”
The few figures who rushed to Han Muye’s front all exclaimed in shock.
Some faces were filled with sorrow, others were panicked.
“This man must have killed Peak Master Guo, we must avenge him!” The two who had earlier made a move towards Han Muye exchanged glances, their swords thrusting out at him again.
But before their sword edges even fully emerged, one from the group of newcomers stepped forward, his sword intercepting the two sword lights.
“This is a matter for our Moon-Encompassing Peak, you don’t need to intervene.”
Cloudlight flickered on his sword, as if exuding a bone-chilling cold.
This was a young man about thirty years old, tall with piercing eyes.
On him was a faint sword Qi, his aura stood a notch above those around him.
Following his words, the others aligned themselves with Han Muye.
The two made another glance at each other, clearly reluctant, but turned to leave.
Once they left, the people inside the cave all turned to look at Han Muye.
Standing before Han Muye with the three-foot-long sword in his hand, the young man took a deep breath and spoke in a grave tone, “This sword—”
Before he could finish his sentence, Han Muye’s voice had already risen, “Zhang Mingyuan, I have Peak Master Guo Hua’s last words, do you want to hear them?”
