Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Outside the pillars, the bodies of the two Human Immortals from the Divine Source Heavenly Palace had disintegrated.

Outside Lin Hai City, divisions of the Celestial Tang Army lined up, taking over the city.

“The bloodline of the Mo Chu Imperial Clan must always be brought back to Lingxiao Heavenly Palace. Moreover, why did people from the Sword Pool seek out that princess?”

Within the pillar of light, a figure in an Eight Trigrams Taoist Robe murmured, then raised a hand and vanished from the spot.

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Floating Spirit Immortal Island.

Though called an island, it covered an expansive area, even larger than the territory of the Mo Chu nation.

At that moment, divine light shot up into the sky over the island, indicating endless battles at the center.

Han Muye stood on a rock, his eyes emitting a profound divine light.

“Senior Brother Han, no matter what, we won’t leave,” Zhao Minghe said from below the rock, bowing to Han Muye.

“The task I received was to guard your safety throughout,” Zhao continued.

The others glanced at each other and nodded, adding, “So did I.”

Gentle in expression, Guo Lang and Gu Chengming evidently had the same assignment.

As it turned out, this entire supply mission was a ruse.

But who exactly was this Senior Brother Han they all were unfamiliar with?

Whether it was Zhao Minghe or Guo Lang, they were elite juniors from the Sword Pool and recognized the seniors within it, but they did not know the new disciple who had joined less than a year ago.

They never noticed such new disciples in their eyes.

Guo Lang’s gaze fell on Han Muye, his brow slightly furrowing.

He felt he had seen Han Muye’s face somewhere before, but could not recall where.

“Since you all insist on accompanying me, I will not refuse,” Han Muye said, looking down with a calm expression.

“Be careful in life and death battles,” he advised.

The creatures of the Ruins Realm are life if you regard them as such.

But if you see them only as illusory spirits, that’s not incorrect either.

Very few beings walk out of the Ruins Realm.

Han Muye glanced at Zhao Minghe and the others, then moved swiftly on his flying sword.

Behind him, Zhao Minghe glanced at Guo Lang and Gu Chengming, then followed without hesitation.

Gu Chengming also transformed into a flying crane on his flying sword.

“That figure, I seem…” Guo Lang, watching Han Muye fly away, looked puzzled.

The next moment, his body trembled, and his eyes widened.

“Heavenly Sword…”

He finally remembered.

As the leading disciple of the Sword Pool, he had once comprehended the swords of the seniors within the Sword Pool.

Proud as he was, he naturally attempted to understand the strongest sword.

So, he chose to comprehend the sword of the former Heavenly Sword Venerable.

In that sword, he had seen several phantoms, including this flying sword figure.

No wonder he felt Han Wuxie was familiar; so it was!

A look of surprise crossed Guo Lang’s face. He laughed heartily, took a step, and transformed into a sword, flying a thousand miles.

No wonder he was summoned for this mission.

It turned out to be his chance!

A moment later, divine light flashed again above the island.

A powerful figure from the Xu Jue lineage of Lingxiao Heavenly Palace appeared.

“Just as expected, he’s here.”

He whispered to himself before his figure blinked away again.

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Han Muye’s flight speed was extremely fast.

If not for fearing that the disciples of the Sword Pool behind him might lose track, he could have been infinitely faster.

Sword light dazzled, gusts of wind howled, crossing the island’s shadow and drawing several figures up into the sky.

Some of these figures wore golden armor, others were clad in green Daoist robes.

Some were mid to late stage Heavenly Mystic World cultivators, some were Half-Step Human Immortals, and even two Human Immortals tread the void to intercept Han Muye.

But before they could block him, Zhao Minghe and the others had already drawn their swords, setting up a sword array.

The sword array stirred, sword lights ramming the obstructing figures in front, allowing Han Muye to pass unimpeded.

“Boom—”

Ahead, the sounds of collision and battle echoed, mingling in the air above the island.

Essence-blood and divine light interwove, stirring changes in the wind and clouds.

Han Muye scanned the area and swung his sword downward.

There, was where the divine light was most intense.

Seeing Han Muye act so decisively, the sword array behind him followed suit without hesitation.

Gu Chengming slightly furrowed his brows, his sword emanating a phantom spiritual light.

Guo Lang’s form had already quietly surpassed him in a flash, arriving in front of the sword array.

Before Han Muye could make his move, Guo Lang’s sword light had already smashed down.

“Boom——”

Within a thousand feet, everything was reduced to dust.

Under this sword, the battlefield fell silent in an instant.

This sword was too fierce.

“Sword Pool disciple, Guo Lang, is willing to be, Brother Han’s pawn before the sword,”

Guo Lang, holding his sword, whispered, his eyes sparkling brilliantly.

With this single stroke, Guo Lang stunned Gu Chengming.

He knew the gap between him and Guo Lang, but he had not expected that Guo Lang would strike with full force.

What made Guo Lang fight so desperately on this mission?

Han Muye looked to the front, a smile appearing on his face.

He looked up, casting his gaze toward the distant mountains.

There, several Immortal Realm cultivators protected a few figures, striving to hold off an army that surged like tide water.

Han Muye raised his sword in hand.

Guo Lang let out a long laugh, “Wherever Brother Han’s sword edge points, that is where Guo Lang will go!”

With man following the sword, the sword splitting heaven and earth, no one could block the path of the sword in Guo Lang’s hand.

The sword edge seemed to cleave through the waves, causing the surrounding heaven and earth to tremble until it turned into hidden splashing waves.

“Senior Brother Guo has gone mad,”

beside Zhao Minghe, a disciple in white robes gripped his sword, murmuring under his breath.

As sword cultivators, although they know it is necessary to charge forward ruthlessly, such relentless fighting seemed unwise.

Unless, he had a vital reason to act!

Gu Chengming’s gaze fell onto Han Muye, who was dragging his sword.

Was this the reason?

He took a deep breath, his sword radiating dazzling brilliance.

His sword light lacked the grandeur of Guo Lang’s, yet it possessed more sharpness and agility.

His sword light meshed with Guo Lang’s forcefully smashed long sword, triggering the power of heaven and earth around them to tremble, jolting everyone away.

Han Muye advanced with them.

Behind him, Zhao Minghe and a host of Sword Pool disciples formed a sword array to hold back all the rebounding figures.

At this moment, no one could stop their path forward.

“Is that——”

Above the mountains ahead, a female cultivator in a green dress looked out, her gaze landing on Han Muye.

At that moment, Han Muye also quietly looked up, a smile appearing on his face.

In this instant, it was as if they were back outside the Elixir Hall of Nine Mysteries Mountain when they first met.

“Block them!” a shouted command came from ahead, several Immortal Realm figures descended.

Atop the mountain, those few Immortal Realm cultivators also made their move, leading those behind them to converge with the Sword Pool disciples.

“Fellow Sword Pool Daoists, these people surrounding to kill the Mo Chu Imperial Clan are from the Linglong Realm. Please take my Mo Chu Imperial Clan to the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace. We cannot let the Mo Chu Imperial lineage be extinguished!”

A voice echoed, an elderly man wearing a gray robe rushed down from the mountain.

Unfortunately, the surrounding military formation closed in, firmly blocking the path down the mountain.

A cold gleam flickered in Han Muye’s eyes.

Ahead, the steps of Guo Lang and Gu Chengming were also blocked.

“Since you have come, you must all die.”

In the distant sky above, a general clad in golden armor brandished his long sword, shouting loudly.

Below, the military formation constantly shifted, stacking layer upon layer, separating the figures rushing down the mountain and the sword array of Han Muye and others.

Ten miles apart, yet a world apart.

Han Muye gripped his sword tighter, a faint spiritual light emerging on his body.

Just then, the heaven and earth thundered noisily.

“Boom——”

Within a hundred miles, a force weighing tens of thousands of pounds pressed down from the sky.

A Daoist person with grizzled white hair, clad in green robes, descended from the sky.

“Let me see, who dares to defy the order of the Craftsman God, slaughtering the lineage of the Mo Chu Imperial Clan.”

Endless Flowing Light shot out from this figure, turning into dazzling meteorites that scattered down.

Countless golden arrows fell, penetrating numerous figures.

“It indeed comes from the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace line of Xu Jue,” a voice rang out in the void.

Following this voice, several dozen generals clad in golden armor descended, their hands radiating golden light that blocked all the arrows.

“By the orders of the Divine Source Heavenly Palace’s inspecting elder, we are to take the Craftsman God’s lineage from the Tiger Origin Ruins Realm into the Divine Realm. Come with us.”

A general gripping a long spear moved forward a step, shouting loudly.