Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The divine soul sword supported the heavens and the earth.

His soul had already surpassed the Heaven Realm and was compatible with the Great Dao.

However, if he wanted to become a true Dao Integration cultivator, he needed to fuse his soul with the Dao and transform the world into his own Dao domain, just like in the Desolate Wilderness.

The Great Dao of the Heavenly Mystic World had already fused with the Central Continent's Minister Wen. The entire Central Continent was his domain. If Han Muye wanted to fuse the Dao, he had to compete with Wen Mosheng for the control of the Heavenly Dao.

Han Muye was not interested in guarding the Heaven Mystic World, so he split a trace of his soul and left it in the Ten Thousand Demons Token. He then used his soul to refine the divine beast's body, causing his soul to be constantly exhausted.

Such an imperfect divine soul naturally wouldn't trigger the Heavenly Dao's senses and wouldn't spontaneously compete with Wen Mosheng.

Sword Venerable Yuan Tian had reminded him before.

The endless divine soul power in the divine treasure kept spinning. Other than refining the divine beast's body, it was also condensing the divine soul sword.

With the Mystic Sun Technique as the foundation, and after cultivating his own cultivation technique, the Mystic Essence Dao Technique, Han Muye's soul fused with the sword intent in his Qi Sea.

Although he had yet to step into the Heaven Realm or even condense his Golden Core, he was extremely clear about his cultivation path.

When one's spiritual energy cultivation reached the limit, it would condense into a Golden Core and finally become a Sword Dao Nascent Soul.

During this process, he needed to combine the sword intent of the sea of Qi with the sword of the divine treasures and divine soul. The three forces combined and finally formed the sword of the primordial spirit.

His primordial spirit was like a sword, sharp and unstoppable.

However, all of this required the support of a powerful physical body.

Only by refining the body of a divine beast and fusing it into his body could everything be indestructible.

There were more than a thousand dark golden streams of light on the divine soul sword.

Every stream of light represented a complete soul sword qi.

In his Qi Sea, the long sword that was wrapped in the purple aura condensed as many as 10,000 sword intents.

Back then, Han Muye was prepared to condense 3,000 sword intents into sword momentum. Now that he had more than 10,000 sword intents, he had also formed several sword momentums.

With the affinity of various attributes, Han Muye could display the sword moves of wind, fire, water, wood, and earth.

13 sword pills floated in his dantian.

A long sword condensed from sword intent and spiritual qi was about to condense.

When this long sword condensed, Han Muye would become a Sword Dao Golden Core.

At that time, it would be the beginning of his cultivation and strength transformation.

Of course, his biggest problem at the moment was the refinement of the divine beast body.

His powerful strength was not compatible with his mental state, preventing him from smoothly exerting his combat strength.

Behind Han Muye, the phantom of a Divine Beast, Baxia, appeared. It slowly floated, as if it wanted to break through the void.

It was just a spatial power that suppressed it.

No one knew where Han Muye's main body was now.

Before he completely refined it, he would probably not let outsiders know this secret.

The spiritual light was isolated, so Mu Wan could not see Han Muye's cultivation.

She looked at the cauldron in front of her and could not help but sigh.

"What Sister Bai said back then really makes sense…"

Back at the Nine Mystic Mountain, Bai Suzhen had told Mu Wan that some people really could not catch up.

Chasing with all their might but getting further and further away left them feeling powerless.

Now Mu Wan had such a feeling.

Senior Brother Han's cultivation had reached an unimaginable level.

The world he came into contact with was a world that she could not even imagine.

Senior Brother Han's cultivation was extremely exciting.

As for her, she was really just an ordinary cultivator who had not even stepped into the Earth Realm.

How could she be with him?

A spiritual herb slowly shattered in her palm. Mu Wan could not help but feel bitter.

The night passed, and the caravans set off before the sun rose.

They still had to rush to the next clan base.

Although it was not difficult for the clans to gather spiritual herbs and spiritual materials, it had its challenges.

Dealing with various demons with all kinds of habits required skills and knowledge.

Xiao Chu was obviously a veteran of the martial world. Everywhere he went, he could deal with them with diplomacy, and the juniors followed suit.

According to what Xiao Chu had told Han Muye, he would hand over this business path to his juniors in a few years.

His cultivation was already half a step into the Golden Core realm. In the future, he would have to focus on cultivation.

Low-level cultivators were constantly honed, while mid-level cultivators took on the responsibility of teaching. After becoming great cultivators, they would guard a region.

This was the same for the Central Continent and the Western Frontier.

This was probably the inheritance of the cultivation world.

Those independent cultivators who only had one lineage or those rare Heaven Ascension Peak cultivators were the exception.

The caravan fleet left Shao Yuan Ridge and collected spiritual herbs from two small clans before heading to the Central Continent.

Due to the operation of the army, the road towards the Central Continent was wide. From time to time, soldiers in red or black armor could be seen riding their horses.

There were also some small caravans full of people heading towards the Central Continent.

"Those are the small families in the southern counties that have organized caravans." Xiao Chu pointed at the caravans with only seven or eight people and two large carriages ahead.

"The Southern Wasteland has yet to be at peace. Caravans without the background of the Red Flame Army and the Mystic Sun Guards are not allowed to have more than 10 people."

As expected, most of the caravans they encountered along the way limited their numbers to seven or eight people.

In Han Muye's opinion, it was easy to avoid such rules.

It was fine as long as there were a few more caravans. It was just that they had to submit an additional copy of the documents and pay an extra tax.

"That's the Central Continent Pass." Xiao Chu pointed at the huge city pass in front of him and smiled.

In front of the 500-foot-tall city gate was a wide bluestone square.

Standing on the main road, they could see the spiritual qi lingering behind the city pass.