Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 2001: 828. Return to the Desolate Heaven Territory, meeting Daoist Dayan once again.

Chapter 2001: 828. Return to the Desolate Heaven Territory, meeting Daoist Dayan once again.

A treasure imbued with the powers of time and s.p.a.ce.

In Han Muye’s hands, the Heavenly Beads turned into fragments, and then their powers were absorbed into his body.

Indeed, as Chaos had mentioned, within the Heavenly Beads were fragments of the time and s.p.a.ce rules.

It’s just that the power within these Heavenly Beads was no longer in the form of fragments.

It was so slight as to be nearly imperceptible.

Apart from the abundant blood essence and Immortal Spirit Power that infused his body, the rules of s.p.a.ce and time were minuscule.

Han Muye did some calculations, and found that even if he were to exhaust all ten billion Heavenly Beads he had, he would only be able to gather a strand of Rule Bending Powers as thin as a hair.

Of course, if viewed by other powerhouses, let alone a s.p.a.ce and time rule tiny as a strand of hair, even if it were ten times finer, it would still be worthwhile.

After all, these Heavenly Beads were merely a number representing wealth, but once transformed into rules and absorbed, they became one’s own power.

No amount of wealth could compare to one’s own power of laws.

However, for Han Muye, there was no need to waste the Heavenly Beads, as he could use them for various exchanges.

If he wanted to condense Rule Bending Powers with Heavenly Beads, waiting until the Continent Domains ascended to higher rules would suffice.

With his eyes closed, a faint divine light s.h.i.+mmered around Han Muye.

Moments later, he opened his eyes, flas.h.i.+ng with a sharp light.

“Found the location of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s base. It’s a bit far, but manageable,” he whispered, and his figure vanished from the spot.

As he traveled through the void, rampant Heavenly Demonic Beasts wreaked havoc everywhere.

Cultivators in groups fought ferociously to hunt them down.

Some Continent Domains could not withstand the onslaught of Heavenly Demonic Beasts and had their defenses breached.

Those Heavenly Demonic Beasts then extracted the Origin of the Continent Domains and departed triumphantly.

Continent Domains stripped of their Origins visibly collapsed, turning into layers upon layers of black smoke and dust.

The creatures residing upon those Continent Domains, if unable to flee, could only collapse and shatter along with them.

After traversing thousands of Continent Domains, Han Muye’s figure came to a halt.

Tens of thousands of Heavenly Demonic Beasts were besieging a group of sword cultivators.

Not far off, several groups of cultivators were scattered around.

Yet these cultivators were clearly standing by, not only showing no intention to help, but many even jeered mockingly.

“So this is the combat strength of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s sword cultivators—quite weak, isn’t it?” someone called out as he watched the besieged sword cultivators retreating step by step.

“Back when the powerful Huang Zhihu and Heaven Trampling Immortal Venerable dominated a region, they were never this disgraceful. What happened? Can’t even hunt Heavenly Demonic Beasts in the void now?” someone else laughed disdainfully on the other side.

It was clear that these Heavenly Demonic Beasts had been lured there intentionally to trap the sword cultivators.

Meanwhile, those encircled sword cultivators clenched their teeth, staying silent, even as beasts leaped forward and shattered their arms with a swipe, making no cry of pain.

“Whoosh—”

In the distance, waves of sword light surged forward.

At least a thousand sword cultivators formed a battle formation as they charged through the void.

The sword light was piercing, like surging waves, clas.h.i.+ng in the void and invoking the intertwining power of heaven and earth.

The condensed sword light manifested shadows over a thousand zhang long, with one cleave capable of wiping out dozens of Heavenly Demonic Beasts.

The sword cultivators’ battle formation tore a gap in the besieging beast horde.

“Don’t come over, they have ambushes—”

Someone in the circle of battle shouted out.

But the charging sword cultivators didn’t hesitate, tearing through the group of beasts and joining the encircled ones.

As the two sword arrays united, their combined strength increased significantly. The previously overwhelming Heavenly Demonic Beasts could no longer suppress them.

“Roar—”

In the distance, the roaring of Heavenly Demonic Beasts reverberated.

Tens of thousands of beasts surged like a tide.

In front of the beast tide were dozens of cultivators s.h.i.+mmering with movement, holding golden Demon Summoning Banners.

The Heavenly Demonic Beasts in the void had been rallied by these people.

In the distance, more Heavenly Demonic Beasts formed a torrent.

The faces of the sword cultivators within the battle circle grew grim.

In such a situation, there was death but no life.

“Call for reinforcements?” A young woman clad in a martial arts robe, who appeared to be the leader and bore a stern expression, broke the silence.

The middle-aged man beside her shook his head and took a deep breath, “The more people come, the more fall into their trap.”

“We have no choice but to fight to the death.” Turning his head, he looked at the young sword cultivators beside him, his face showing a hint of pain.

Then, turning back, he looked at the sword array behind him, “You are all brave men, if only I had the power to protect you…”

On him, strands of faint golden light flickered, and his body seemed to dematerialize.

“Daoist Dayan, you mustn’t!”

The young man beside him exclaimed in panic.

“Daoist Dayan, let’s break out together!”

The other sword cultivators also cried out.

The middle-aged sword cultivator, whose body was slowly turning ethereal, shook his head at the young woman, his eyes filled with resolve, “I will transform into Sword Pills again. Junior Sister Yu Chan, use all your might to control them. Perhaps there’s a sliver of hope for survival.”

“As for how many of you can escape, that’s up to you—” He was cut off mid-sentence by another voice, “Escape?”

“Since when do disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect flee?”

That voice!

The ethereal figure trembled and slowly turned around.

Behind him stood a figure in a green robe.

“Master… Master… Master…”

The ethereal figure’s voice shook, his expression a whirlwind of sorrow, excitement, and a vast array of emotions…

Han Muye reached out and tapped lightly; the greenish-yellow Sword Pill in the phantom before him fell into his hand.

“Dayan, it’s been a long time.”

Daoist Dayan.

The first Sword Pill that Han Muye had obtained in the Heavenly Mystic World.

Speaking of strength, the Great Rock Sword Pills were not as powerful as Sky Wolf, nor could they compare to other swords.

But at that time, Daoist Dayan, despite his somewhat sleazy and greedy nature, had been able to bring many benefits to Han Muye.