Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

1206 Guarding the Burial Immortal City and Returning to Yuze Province

Looking at the bowing Golden Fire in front of him, Han Muye pondered for a moment.

The Heaven Immortal Demon King Hun Tian fused his nine-colored bloodline power with the golden flames, and in the end, he obtained the golden flames of a reborn human.

The current golden flame was the entrustment of Immortal Demon King Hun Tian, but it was not his reborn body.

“How is Heaven Immortal Demon King Hun Tian?” Han Muye asked softly.

Golden Fire cupped his hands and said loudly, “Foster father, in the future, there will only be Jin Huo in the world.”

Heaven Immortal Demon King Hun Tian became a thing of the past.

The Phoenix Clan was the same.

After the Nirvana Bead’s rebirth, it did not retain memories from its past life; this life was its only focus.

“Very well, if you encounter difficulties in the realm of bitter immortals in the future, you can come to Yunlan City to find me.” Han Muye nodded and raised his hand, a sword light falling in front of Jinhuo.

Then, his figure flashed and left directly.

Jin Huo looked at his back with a complicated expression.

“I thought you would want to form a contract with me.”

Taking a deep breath, he turned to look at the Bitter Immortal Realm behind him, “Very well, then I’ll stay in the Bitter Immortal Realm.

“What Xiang Tian couldn’t accomplish doesn’t mean I can’t.”

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Han Muye crossed the Yunteng Wasteland and returned to Yunlan City.

Along the way, he saw that there were already many demons from the intermediate realm of the Bitter Immortal Realm in the wasteland. Some were wandering in all directions, while others were wreaking havoc everywhere.

Perhaps this was what the various large sects wanted to see. The Bitter Immortal Domain no longer had the power to coalesce.

Upon returning to Yunlan City, he immediately began seclusion.

This made Li Yungang, who had rushed over, grit his teeth in anger.

One was the sword of Mu Huan, one of the hall masters of the Sword Sect’s Xuntian Hall, and the other was a longsword that contained the inheritance of Zhu Ming, a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

With Mu Huan’s sword in hand, he would have someone to rely on in the Sword Clan in the future.

Zhu Ming’s sword represented the inheritance. In the future, he would be the junior of a big shot in the Heaven Patrolling Hall. He was not someone without connections in the Sword Sect.

His gaze landed on the two swords, and Han Muye raised his hand to hold the green and yellow Mu Huan’s sword.

This sword was not an immortal treasure, but the immortal light surging on it was thick. It could be seen that it had been nurtured very well.

With the infusion of sword intent, the memories in the longsword surfaced and appeared in his mind.

The sword’s name was Guanzhi, and it was a high-grade spiritual treasure sword. The sword was eight inches long and weighed 30 catties. It was refined from the Chaos Yang Jade Marrow and contained traces of three flowers’ light iron. It had been nurtured for a thousand years.

The first owner of the Guanzhi Sword was not Mu Huan, but a Senior of the Sword Sect.

This senior’s swordsmanship was exquisite, focusing on continuous, delicate strikes like threads.

In Han Muye’s view, this type of swordsmanship was similar to the accumulative power of the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal, just with different applications.

One burst forth with all their power instantaneously, the other turned limited power into prolonged sword intent.

Long and explosive, the sword intent swirled in Han Muye’s mind, fusing the two concepts.

A stream of green light gradually appeared around him, transforming into a river.

The long river flowed back and forth before turning into a green ribbon that tied around his hair.

This ribbon seemed ordinary, fluttering in the wind.

But it was actually the manifestation of Han Muye’s sword intent, continuously accumulating and layering.

If this sword were drawn, it could cause mountains to crumble and the earth to split.

Who could have thought that this gentle ribbon contained the power to shatter heaven and earth?

After observing the senior’s sword intent and seeing Mu Huan’s sword techniques, Han Muye’s sword intent became even more solid.

Every individual who achieved Heavenly Immortality, every accomplished swordsman, possessed qualities worthy of admiration—both in cultivation and temperament.

Studying the sword techniques, the sword lights around Han Muye gradually dimmed, as if his strength was undergoing another baptism.

Three days later, he put down the Guanzhi Sword with an expression of admiration on his face.

For someone like him, becoming the disciple of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Heaven Immortal was an unparalleled treasure.

Putting away the Guanzhi Sword, he shifted his gaze to the other long sword.

“Buzz!”

The image of a green-robed Daoist appeared in his mind.

“Kid, among the younger generation of Sword Sect disciples, you are the most intelligent and have the highest comprehension,” the Daoist said, his expression solemn.

“You are still the inheritor chosen by Immortal Lord Cang Yun. Naturally, I won’t be stingy.

“Watch closely. My whole life has been devoted to the sword. This sword represents the pinnacle of my lifelong learning!”

As his voice fell, the sword light brightened.

A green sword light turned into an endless blade, filling Han Muye’s mind space.

Sword light filled the sky!

This kind of sword seemed to trap people in a quagmire, making it impossible to escape.

“In terms of ferocity, my sword is inferior to the Senior Brothers of Zhantian Hall.

“In terms of gentleness and length, my sword is inferior to the Senior Brothers of the Xuntian Hall.

“But my sword excelled in unwavering perseverance.

“Let it be as strong as it wants. A gentle breeze supports the mountain summit.

“The Heaven and Earth powers are imperceptible, and the sword beams are endless.”

Zhu Ming’s voice sounded arrogant.

The sword light in front of Han Muye kept compressing, covering all the space.

“Strike!”

Han Muye’s eyes lit up.

In front of him, the trapping sword formed by the immortal Dao primordial spirit appeared.

The sword light transformed into billions of paths that filled the space in front of him.

“If, and it’s a big if,” Han Muye stared at the sword light before him, his eyes gleaming, “if I were to directly set up the Heavenly Cycle Array of the Heaven Ascension Immortal Sovereign…”

It was possible.

But this was not something he could consider at the moment.

The Heavenly Cycle Array Formation encompassed the entire Heavenly Cycle Myriad Worlds and used innumerable treasures as its foundation.