Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

“Boom!”

The Heavenly Crane Wings spread out, and colorful lights appeared in front of him.

In an instant, he flew 100,000 miles!

“Cough, cough—”

When he landed in a dark void, his entire body was aching as if it was about to fall apart. His chest and abdomen trembled as if he was about to vomit blood.

Han Muye could feel the dissatisfaction of the Heavenly Crane Wings.

Before he could show it properly, it stopped moving.

This emotion made Han Muye smile bitterly.

It turned out that flying in the void was not just about speed. Without a strong body, he could not even use the Heavenly Crane Wings.

The Heavenly Crane Wings was indeed a flying treasure that was cultivated in ancient times. Even a Heaven Realm Out of Body Realm cultivator would find it difficult to catch up to it.

If it used all its strength to escape, what would happen?

Looking at the surrounding void to determine his direction, Han Muye ran towards a place with flashing halos.

This time, he did not use his full strength. He only controlled his flying speed at 1,000 miles per breath.

There was almost no resistance in the void. At this speed, his consumption was minimal.

As he flew, Han Muye could feel the residual spiritual energy in the void.

These were the traces left behind by the previous battle.

He quickly advanced. An hour later, desolate stars appeared in front of him.

Desolate stars meant that the power of the Heavenly Dao had yet to be produced, or that the power of the Heavenly Dao had already declined and fallen. The stars were silent and lifeless.

Some of these stars were big and some were small. The big ones had a radius of tens of thousands of miles while the small ones had a radius of only a hundred miles. They could be seen everywhere in the void.

There were very few stars in the sky that could be activated by vitality.

The Cloud Heaven Realm had traveled hundreds of millions of miles to attack the small Fire Source World because it had life, Heavenly Dao, and Spiritual Qi.

The star in front of Han Muye was a huge star that was tens of millions of miles in radius.

At this moment, streams of light could be seen interweaving on this star.

Cultivators were attacking one after another.

Han Muye did not rush over rashly. Instead, he quietly landed.

Stepping onto this star filled with soil and rocks without any vegetation or living beings, Han Muye’s expression changed.

Heavenly Dao.

The Heavenly Dao was still alive.

There was still a weak Heavenly Dao power left on this star.

However, the power of the Heavenly Dao was too weak and ordinary people could not sense it at all.

Han Muye had gathered the blessings of the Heavenly Dao. With the Earth and Stone Affinity at the maximum level, he could communicate with the Heavenly Dao on an equal footing. Only then could he sense the existence of the Heavenly Dao of this star.

Unfortunately, he was too weak and could not even borrow strength.

Han Muye looked up into the distance.

On the other side, spiritual light and sword light interweaved as rumbling sounds resounded.

Among them, streams of Sword Qi formed a sword net, and a long spear materialized from the purple People’s Will and golden Great Spirit struck across the sky.

Such a powerful technique was at the Grandmaster Realm of Confucianism at the very least.

Is a Confucianist Grandmaster surrounded in the void? Han Muye wondered.

Although the Confucian Dao Inheritance was not only in the Heavenly Mystic World, this place was not far from it. This person should be a Confucian Dao Grandmaster in the Heavenly Mystic World, right?

However, he did not know why this Grandmaster had come to the void.

The power of the soil and stones under his feet quietly entered his body, and Han Muye’s figure disappeared.

At this moment, even a Heaven Realm expert would find it difficult to detect his existence.

Concealing his aura, he flew away and arrived at the encirclement in a short while.

The vast earth and stone wasteland was endless. Thousands of cultivators and many strange beasts surrounded about a hundred cultivators in black robes and holding swords.

Mystic Sun Guards.

Han Muye did not expect to see the Mystic Sun Guards of the Central Continent.

When nearly a hundred Mystic Sun Guards formed an array at once, Han Muye saw different combat techniques.

The sword light was like a wheel, row after row, almost endless.

One attacked and the other defended. There were fewer than a hundred Mystic Sun Guards divided into two formations. They alternated between offense and defense continuously.

Although there were many powerful enemies around them, it was difficult to break through their defenses for the time being.

Coupled with the great spear condensed by the Confucianist Grandmaster above their heads, the enemies surrounding them did not dare to fight too hard.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

This was the true strength of the Central Continent Dynasty.

A Confucian cultivator with the protection of the Mystic Sun Guards could actually deal with several Heaven Realm experts, thousands of cultivators, and countless strange beasts in the void.

This was under the circumstances that the great cultivators of the Way of Confucianism could not borrow the power of the Way of Heaven and could only activate their supernatural powers with their People’s Will and Great Spirit.

With the support of the force of the Heavens and Earth in the Central Continent, such strength could easily sweep through a county.

“Boom!”

A thousand-foot-long saber condensed from spiritual light slashed down and collided with the golden spear.

The long saber broke and dissipated into Spirit Qi. The great spear trembled slightly and the golden light on it dimmed a little.

“Sir, we’ll protect you and kill our way out!”

Someone among the Mystic Sun Guards shouted.

Through the layers of sword light, Han Muye saw a middle-aged man in a green and yellow robe. He had a determined expression and remained silent, only holding an ink brush tightly in his hand.

Behind him, the shadow of a large golden seal flickered.

Central Continent Dynasty, Censorate.

This was an official from the Central Continent. Judging from the grade of his robe, he was at least comparable to a county governor.

However, in this void, the Authority Golden Seal could not summon the power of heaven and earth. He relied purely on his own cultivation to condense the Great Spirit to kill. This grandmaster-level Imperial Censor of the Censorate had lost more than half of his combat strength.

If such a grandmaster with the authority of the dynasty was in the Central Continent, he could suppress an entire country with a single word.

“Roar—”

The roars of mutated beasts came from the void. The surrounding mutated beasts began to attack crazily.

This put the Mystic Sun Guards in danger.

“Sir, leave quickly. Wait for another day to lead an army to surround and kill these cultivators from the other world,” someone from the Mystic Sun Guards said in a low voice.