Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1757: Controlling the Trading Hall and Becoming the Master of Cold Moon City (2)

Chapter 1757: Controlling the Trading Hall and Becoming the Master of Cold Moon City (2)

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Countless cracks appeared in s.p.a.ce.

With a single strike, he broke through countless worlds.

In the eyes of the battle puppet, horror was evident as it hastily retreated, but in that instant, the spatial power from the Chaos golden bead suddenly manifested.

Suppression.

The illusory spatial power within the golden bead suppressed the battle puppet’s body for a brief moment.

Enough.

In just that brief moment, the Five Elements Divine Furnace descended.

Flames and streams of light s.h.i.+mmered, enveloping the battle puppet’s body.

Refine!

The Five Elements Divine Furnace wanted to refine the battle puppet!

After all, this War Puppet had already betrayed its master, devouring the master’s residual soul. Now, it belonged to no one.

“Arrogant.” The black iron battle puppet exclaimed as it reached out its hand, tearing open the s.p.a.ce before it.

But in that instant, a long spear thrust directly from the torn s.p.a.ce, fiercely piercing the battle puppet’s chest.

“Bang!

The black iron battle puppet’s half body was blasted apart.

With a sweep of the long spear, the battle puppet’s body was shredded.

Han Muye stood rooted to the ground, his expression unchanged.

“Buzz!”

Behind him, a palm slammed down again.

This was a Universe-level battle puppet. Its strength was not determined by the state of its body.

For example, the hand behind Han Muye at this moment was a manifestation of void power.

“Slash—

A sword light rose from above Han Muye’s head, then instantly s.h.i.+mmered, shattering the hand behind him.

This time, the fragmented s.p.a.ce of the black iron battle puppet restored itself, and the female cultivator in a red dress stood there, unable to hide her astonishment on her face.

“Are you from the Galaxy Divine Realm, or from another universe?” The female cultivator looked at Han Muye, speaking in a deep voice.

Galaxy Divine Realm.

The place where all the Universe-level powerhouses resided was the true core of the Galaxy Universe.

Han Muye learned about it from the memories of the Primordial battle puppets.

Most of the powerful warriors of the Temple of Ten Thousand G.o.ds were in the Galaxy Divine Realm.

There was an agreement in the Divine Realm that Universe-level powerhouses were not allowed to step out of the Divine Realm nonchalantly, casually, and indifferently, affecting the operation of the Galaxy Universe.

This was because Universe-level battle puppets would unconsciously absorb the power of heaven and earth.

“It doesn’t matter where I come from.” Han Muye looked up at the illusory sky ahead, a gleam of light in his eyes.

With just one strike earlier, he had discovered the secret here.

This place was ownerless!

“I’ll take this place.” Han Muye extended his hand and punched forward.

“Bang!

The world shook.

This scene made the red-robed female cultivator widen her eyes.

“You, how could you trigger a change in the rules of the Trading Hall?”

This hall had trapped her for countless years.

Because the rule power used by this hall was the sealing power of the Galaxy Divine Realm. Even the Great Venerable Muyue and her battle puppet could not escape.

This was one of the strongest rules in this universe, jointly formulated by countless powerhouses in the Galaxy Divine Realm.

Who could make such a rule power change?

As the spatial power changed, the red-robed female cultivator’s body was imprisoned in place.

Han Muye actually controlled this s.p.a.ce!

“Buzz!”

In the surrounding illusory world, light screens rose one after another.

Trading s.p.a.ce.

This was not a s.p.a.ce of confinement at all; it was the trading s.p.a.ce of the Trading Hall.

This trading hall had not been activated for countless years. The red-robed female cultivator did not even know about the trading s.p.a.ce in front of her.

Controlling this hall was very simple. Han Muye had already known it when he was in charge of the Immortal Burial City.

“A battle puppet is a battle puppet. No matter how strong a battle puppet is, it’s still not a true living being,” Han Muye said softly as he looked at the confused female cultivator in red.

Originally, the master of this place, the Great Venerable Muyue, had the ability to control the trading s.p.a.ce.

Unfortunately, her remnant soul had been devoured, and her main body had been transported to an unknown place.

This way, this s.p.a.ce would be locked.

The Trading Hall had become ownerless.

Han Muye was extremely familiar with the Trading Hall.

The Immortal Burial City that he controlled was a Heaven Changing Pavilion.

He still had a trading place that mimicked the Heaven Changing Pavilion like the Sword Pavilion.

These trading places were based on spatial power and relied on spatial laws to connect with each other and break through heaven and earth.

There was no chance of reconnaissance in the Trading Hall.

Even if they were a hundred miles apart, they wouldn’t know each other.

Of course, if the other party deduced the other party’s ident.i.ty from the trading items and trading information, it would be a different matter.

The moment the trading screen rose, countless golden lights flickered in the void.

Every golden light was a message.

Information gathered like a flood, turning into endless streams of light.

The Temple of Ten Thousand G.o.ds was known as the Myriad G.o.ds. There were at least thousands of trading halls.

There were so many trading halls, and the number of transactions between the masters behind them was huge.

Han Muye ignored the surprise of the red-robed battle puppet and looked up, his gaze landing on the torrent of information.

With this trading hall, Han Muye would have the base to collect resources in this Universe in the future.

“One level-seven battle armor in exchange for a level-seven battle puppet. The attributes of the battle armor will be checked.

“We’re missing a divine-level battle puppet component. Check the model of the component yourself. The price is 300,000 origin coins.

“1,000,000 mid-grade origin stones for three half-sage battle puppets. The remains are fine too.

“Three Primordial battle puppet parts. Check the models yourself. The highest bidder will get them.”

The trades in the hall covered all aspects.

Settlements in origin coins were rare; most were physical exchanges.

There were also many exchanges using origin stones, as well as various spiritual materials as trading currency.

Origin coins were only the currency of several major alliances; for true powerhouses, they were just numbers.

Han Muye reached out his hand and manipulated the screens for a moment, attempting several simple trades.

In just a moment, he had acquired several spiritual materials and battle puppets in his hands.

“There doesn’t seem to be anything good?” The golden bird muttered as it looked at the spiritual materials and Battle Puppets.

Indeed, these things were very common.

“Because the Trading Hall here hasn’t partic.i.p.ated in transactions for a long time and has been demoted.’

“l can only trade low-level items.” Han Muye’s expression was relaxed. He turned around and looked at the imprisoned female cultivator in red.

The confinement power of the Trading Hall was the true law.

It was a rule that could prohibit Universe-level experts.

At this moment, the Battle Puppet was already locked and could not move.

Life and death were under Han Muye’s control.

“Help me control this hall for 100,000 years and I’ll let you go.”

Han Muye i s eyes lit up with an indescribable light. He lowered his voice and said, “In a hundred thousand years, I can help you reconstruct your body and let you truly become an undead creature.”

Becoming an undead creature and no longer a battle puppet.

After devouring its master’s remnant soul, didn’t this battle puppet want to become a true living being and no longer be a battle puppet?

Han Muye’s words shocked the battle puppet.

Han Muye’s expression was calm and emotionless. “Actually, I can directly erase your soul mark.

“This way, with your body, I can still control it.”

After erasing his soul, he would completely turn into an ownerless battle puppet.

Such a battle puppet could be controlled as long as it was refined.

“l just can’t bear to let your soul dissipate because you’re the battle puppet of the Great Venerable Muyue.

“You should know that even if your main body teleported away, the Great Senior didn’t activate your self-destruction method.”

Han Muye’s voice was slightly deeper, causing a complicated look to appear in the battle puppet’s eyes.

Han Muye was in no hurry and waited quietly.

“Do you think I can really become a living being?” The battle puppet looked up at Han Muye.

Han Muye nodded.

The battle puppet closed its eyes. Streaks of golden light shone from the top of its head, merging with the golden streams of light in the hall.

“Remember what you said. Let me become a true living being in 100,000 years. ”

One day later, Han Muye walked out of the black hall.

Outside the hall, all those divine-level powerhouses stood respectfully.

There was no need for words.

The entire array of the Cold Moon City had been taken over by Han Muye; all the powerful forces in the Cold Moon City were now in his hands.

This was especially true for the half-step Universe-level Muyue battle puppet. It could directly kill everyone here.

“Greetings, City Lord.” The old man standing at the front bowed.

The others all said, “Greetings, City Lord.”

“Jin Hui, gather all the information in the city and send it to me, the City Lord.

“The rest of you, do your jobs.”

Han Muye glanced around, then walked to the square in front of him.

He raised his hand, and a dazzling power burst forth from his body.

Dazzling divine light lit up in the Trading Hall.

The entire Cold Moon City was enveloped by golden divine light. Then, layers of golden halos appeared.

“From today onwards, the returns to the void.”

Countless spiritual rocks, immortal stones, and divine crystals rained down, covering the square.

Originally due to the immense power consumption, the Cold Moon City had to fall; now, it transformed into a full moon and ascended into the sky.

Han Muye i s gaze fell on the sky above, where the entire Cold Moon City was reflected.

On his shoulders, the voice of the Golden Bird carried an indescribable complexity.

“Using the body of the Cold Moon Ice Phoenix as the foundation of the city, how many of my ancient divine beasts have died in this Galaxy Universe…”