Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 2053: 852, With a stable Origin, what is there to fear from a Quantum Tribulation?

Chapter 2053: 852, With a stable Origin, what is there to fear from a Quantum Tribulation?

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People from the Azure Sky Plane.

Han Muye’s gaze fell upon the figure that had emerged from the Heaven-Opening Sword Gate.

Primordial Perfection.

It was not the perfect mastery of the Great Dao that cultivators of this universe desperately sought all their lives, but rather they were born with Origin already perfected.

This is the advantage of the Upper Plane.

What is ordinary to some people, is the ultimate goal others strive for their entire lives.

Cultivators of this plane spend their entire lives pursuing, stepping onto the complete levels, only to achieve perfect mastery of the Great Dao.

“Heh, perfect mastery of the Great Dao…” The Defiant Dragon’s gaze also fell on the figure, a touch of loss evident on its face.

“Since the ancient prehistoric era, through ascension to the Overlord level, I underwent three thousand one hundred and twenty metamorphoses, and in between, countless instances of devouring and battle.”

“It took me fifty million years to cultivate my origin power to the complete level.”

The Defiant Dragon was an Overlord from the Primordial Era, who had endured endless hards.h.i.+ps to attain its present cultivation and combat strength.

But in the entire Plane, the Myriad Universes, how many are at the Overlord level?

“Don’t envy me for being born with Primordial Perfection in the Azure Sky Plane. The Azure Sky Plane was once just like your Deficient Planes, our predecessors paved the way and fought generation after generation to achieve what we have today.”

The young man outside the Heaven-Opening Sword Gate seemed to hear the Defiant Dragon’s whisper and spoke with a hint of a smile, “Why should your single effort in cultivation equate to the arduous journey my Azure Sky Plane’s ancestors embarked upon?”

After speaking, the young man shook his head and reached out to collect the falling Heavenly Beads.

One after another, the powerful beings of this plane were slain by the Heaven Gate Guardian, turning into Heavenly Beads.

These Heavenly Beads were mostly beyond first rate, and even in the Azure Sky Plane, they were top tier treasures.

However, this Heaven-Opening Sword Gate was not always open, nor were such bountiful harvests common.

The young man’s face gleamed with even more delight as he reached out toward the hundred Beyond First Rank Heavenly Beads that were being drawn in.

Although his duty as the caretaker of the Heaven-Opening Sword Gate for the past millennia had been dull, who could have expected such an opportunity to arise?

Harvesting such fortune is an occurrence that might happen only once in countless years.

At this moment, within the column of light emanating from the Path to the Heavens, those powerful beings who had stepped into it could only be surrounded and hunted by bolts of lightning.

What difference did it make if they were once the top powerhouses of a universe?

What did it matter if they were beyond first-rate Heavenly Demonic Beasts?

The kings of the Canaan Tribe were barely more durable than a sheet of thin paper.

The sword light in the hands of the Heaven Gate Guardian glistened, spreading lightning with every swing, each slash capable of shattering several bodies.

Inside the column of light, those beings who had been full of pride now seemed like bereaved and fleeing hounds.

“Heh, what sort of opportunity would come without a price to pay? When has anything in the world been achieved without effort?” The Defiant Dragon relaxed on a stone pillar, its face showing a hint of contemplation.

All the figures on those stone pillars were silent.

They had seen too many scenes like today’s.

Hadn’t they also been among these people at one time?

As the Heavenly Beads scattered, a broad smile spread across the face of the young man in front of the Heaven-Opening Sword Gate.

“Buzz—”

Just at that moment, the cl.u.s.tered Heavenly Beads suddenly trembled and then scattered in all directions.

Below, Han Muye’s palm was pressed against the altar, and his body s.h.i.+mmered with golden light.

Divine light shone brilliantly, invoking the divine patterns on the altar to stir and weave into a vortex of interlocking forces.

“Controlling the altar…”

“Impossible, no one has been able to control the Azure Heaven Altar since it was built!”

“This, can anyone tell me how the Azure Heaven Altar can be controlled?”

From each of the stone pillars, numerous shouts of surprise were heard.

Han Muye, his whole body channeling all his strength, arduously gathered beams of golden divine light and then transformed them into a series of light portals.

These portals slammed against the sky-reaching column of light.

“Ten breaths, whether you live or die, it’s up to you now,” he said, his voice hoa.r.s.e and weak.

He was buying a mere ten breaths’ time for the cultivators trapped in the column of light.

Within the column of light, those cultivators who had been in despair were now frantically fleeing for their lives.

The Path to the Heavens was surprisingly broken open, and countless powerful beings from all directions fled.

“Courting death.” The young man’s face before the light portal darkened.

“After this altar was built, a covenant was made with my Azure Sky Plane. The Path to the Heavens dictates life and death, and today you are breaking the rules,” he said, staring at Han Muye, his face surging with killing intent.

“Sky Guard, execute him.”

With a low command, a squadron of a hundred golden-armored generals thundered out from behind him.

Dazzling sword light drew lightning, cras.h.i.+ng toward Han Muye.

“Form the array.” Huang Zhihu did not hesitate to lead the elites in forming a battle formation, charging toward the golden-armored generals.

But the leading general simply swung his long saber, and a curtain of blue light blocked all the s.p.a.ce ahead.

This was Primordial Perfection, the power of the Great Dao Rules in this plane manifested.

An intrinsic suppression.

There was no reasoning behind it.

The Sword Pavilion, which could battle with Overlords, could only retreat under this single slash of light.

“Boom—”

The battle formation made up of thirty thousand elites was forced back by a single slash, all their faces turning pale.

Only Huang Zhihu gripped her sword tightly, let out a long cry, and rushed forward.

Before striking down her adoptive father, they would have to strike her down first.

“This girl, she’s not bad at all,” said a woman in a green robe with a light smile on her face, perched atop a stone pillar.

Han Muye had one hand on the altar, looking up at the sky.

Sky Guard.

The Puppet Fighters of the Galaxy Universe were born from these Sky Guards.

Each Sky Guard possessed perfected Origin Force and controlled Rule Bending Powers.

Moreover, these Sky Guards were also imbued with lightning power and blessed with the might of an entire Plane.

“Boom—”

A bolt of lightning struck down right above Han Muye’s head, turning into a column of lightning above him.

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