Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 2241: Sword cultivators are just like this, aren't they?

Chapter 2241: Sword cultivators are just like this, aren’t they?

The one invading the grand hall was none other than the G.o.d-Ending powerhouse from within the coffin!

No matter where the other party came from or why they had come, at this moment, with this powerhouse making a move, they simply couldn’t defend against it!

The strength of a G.o.d-Ending powerhouse was so formidable that even their souls couldn’t escape.

They all came from fragmented souls; even if they fell here, it wouldn’t matter.

But that was a G.o.d-Ending powerhouse—wouldn’t the Power of the Eddy of G.o.d chase after their main bodies, causing their true bodies to collapse as well?

Hadn’t the fragmented soul of the Gathering Spirit G.o.dly Lord met with such a fate?

The other Divine Honors panicked, but at this time, Han Muye was facing an extremely severe pressure.

The strength of the soul that bore down on him seemed as though it would shatter his body.

“G.o.d-Ending…” Han Muye murmured under his breath, his eyes bursting with endless divine light.

His Sword Path Comprehension was already above the G.o.d Realm, as was the strength of his soul. Although his strength had yet to find balance, his vision was no longer on the same level as the other Divine Venerates within this temple.

The G.o.d-Ending Power before him was immensely strong—it seemed as if it would devour and permeate him, but it had not yet reached the point where he dared not resist.

As a sword cultivator, there had never been a moment when he would concede defeat without drawing his sword.

If the sword broke and life perished, that was simply a lack of strength.

What was it to not even dare to draw the sword?

“I have one sword.”

Han Muye’s voice rang out.

As his voice sounded, his body began to fade, and a green-gray long sword appeared in its place.

The sword light was faint, marked with mottled traces.

But no matter what, these mottled marks would never be forgotten.

Each mark represented a legacy of sword cultivation.

This was the sword cultivation of Han Muye’s life.

“Predecessors may witness it.”

As the voice fell, the sword edge emerged.

The three-foot-long sword pointed straight ahead, confronting the cl.u.s.ter of golden light directly.

This sword was a convergence of all of Han Muye’s strength of the soul.

This sword was a condensation of all his Sword Dao cultivation.

This sword carried all his Sword Dao realm, and all the obsessions of his life’s cultivation.

Obsession!

It was obsession!

When the sword was drawn, Han Muye’s heart suddenly became crystal clear!

To be born human, to cultivate in this life—if one lacked obsession, how could victory be achieved?

“Boom—”

The golden-red light devoured the long sword.

Ancient Spirit Divine Honor and others watched this scene, a sense of grief apparent in their eyes.

“G.o.d-Ending, how could the G.o.d Realm possibly resist?”

The gap between them wasn’t something that could be described merely by cultivation realm.

“Alas, even a Sword G.o.d—how could it be—Oh my!”

Ancient Spirit Divine Honor’s lament wasn’t even finished when he widened his eyes, staring as the golden divine light was shattered by a streak of sword light!

The sword light pierced through the divine light, layers of black Cloudlight surging upon it.

The long sword transformed back into the form of Han Muye, his palm cradling a golden-black flame.

This golden-black flame was clearly the G.o.d-Ending Power that had previously clung to the body of the Gathering Spirit G.o.dly Lord!

One sword had shattered the techniques of the G.o.d-Ending Realm!

“Lad, you’ve got some skill. Your caliber of Sword Dao, this Immortal Sovereign has seen it before… never mind, that was countless eons ago.”

The scattered golden light reconvened, the black miasma that had pressed toward the other Divine Venerates gathered, forming a valiant youth dressed in black robes with a Tall Crown upon his head.

“This Immortal Sovereign is primordial, having achieved the status of creator three thousand eonic cycles ago.”

“Each Karmic Eon is thirty-three million years, so naturally, there are many things this Immortal Sovereign has also nearly forgotten.”

The valiant youth’s gaze swept across everyone in the grand hall.

“It has also been many years since I interacted with realms below the creator.”

Many years without interaction with realms below the creator.

Everyone in the grand hall showed reverence on their faces.

To come face to face with a G.o.d-Ending powerhouse, whether it was an opportunity or a disaster, was an incredibly rare event.

“This Immortal Sovereign lingered in the Creator Peak Realm for about, well, two thousand eonic cycles?”

“Afterward, I grew weary.”

“And then I entered G.o.d-Ending.”

…

Weary.

Entered G.o.d-Ending.

Is this G.o.d’s Dusk?

Even a creator at the peak can tire?

Han Muye looked at the Primordial Creator before him, suddenly feeling a stirring in his heart.

My sword could break the power of G.o.d’s Dusk just now because I possess obsession.

On the contrary, does the Primordial Creator fall into G.o.d’s Dusk because he lacks such an obsession?

“G.o.d’s Dusk, does it not originate from outside, but actually, from inside?” Han Muye couldn’t help but speak out.

As he asked this question, Han Muye felt a flicker of agitated divine light pa.s.s over the body of the Primordial Creator.

“Rare indeed, your comprehension is truly the hardest to find among those in the same realm.”

With admiration, the Primordial Creator nodded and spoke indifferently, “G.o.d’s Dusk, it is indeed about becoming weary.”

When a creator tires, he enters the G.o.d’s End Realm.

That is to say, the realm of the creator is actually the peak of worldly cultivation, while G.o.d’s Dusk marks the start of the decline.

But that kind of power from G.o.d’s Dusk, which emanates from within, actually possesses strength beyond the creator level.

Devouring, permeating, destroying.

Is this the ultimate reversal?

Han Muye also could not deduce the extent of such power.

Not just him, the other Divine Venerates at this moment were also deathly pale, not daring to speak.

They could not deduce the level mentioned by the Primordial Creator either.

“Don’t think about it anymore. G.o.d’s Dusk comes when it comes.”

“If you wish to experience G.o.d’s Dusk, reach the creator realm first.”

The Primordial Creator looked at the people in the hall, chuckling lightly, “However, with your talents and resources, it’s impossible for you to reach the creator’s level.”

His gaze fell upon Han Muye as the Primordial Creator spoke flatly, “Your chances are not great either.”

The few Divine Venerates stand no chance.

Han Muye’s opportunity is slight.

Such is the difference.

Just this one sentence made everyone’s gaze toward Han Muye change.

“Let’s not talk about these distant matters.”

“The Immortal Sovereign requires your a.s.sistance.”

The Primordial Creator looked at the people inside the great hall, starting to speak indifferently.

Though he said he needed help, his expression and words clearly showed no trace of asking for a.s.sistance.

“Creator Lord, please command us,” Yun Jiang, the Divine Venerate, swiftly came forward, bowing and speaking in a low voice.

He didn’t dare refuse.

After all, this was Cloud Dwelling City, the very place where his Origin was fused.

With just a casual move from the Primordial Creator, the city would be destroyed.

“The Immortal Sovereign needs you to guide more ent.i.ties from the G.o.d Realm into the Myriad Spirit Divine Abyss.”

The Primordial Creator had profoundness in his eyes, and a faint golden light circulated around his body.

The entire hall began quaking at this moment.

“The Myriad Spirit Divine Abyss is the path to the Eternal Heaven, crossing over leads to the dwelling place of the Eternal Lord.”

“There, lies the destiny of all who are in G.o.d’s Dusk.”

“Or should I say, it’s a beginning.”

Looking at each Divine Venerate whose complexions had turned pale, the Primordial G.o.dly Venerable’s golden light exploded, transforming into ten golden chains and falling upon them.

Neither Yun Jiang, the Divine Venerate nor the Ancient Spirit Divine Honor could withstand these chains.

As the chains embedded into their bodies, they trembled violently, their eyes bulging.

“Rest a.s.sured, I won’t let you die.”

“These chains will help you rapidly increase your cultivation abilities, until you touch upon the threshold of the Creator Realm.”

“Of course, if you’re unwilling to help me, then your Origins will become nourishment for the Immortal Sovereign.”

His gaze falling on Han Muye, the Primordial Creator said with a light laugh, “As for you, you don’t need these chains.”

“However, let’s make a deal.”

“You do the same thing, and when the Immortal Sovereign steps into the Eternal Heaven, of those nine Ancestral Heavenly Dragons, you may choose one for yourself.”

“Of course, you may also have something else if you wish.”

Once more, the formidable power coalesced and pressed towards Han Muye as the Primordial Creator murmured softly, “You may refuse.”

After a moment of silence, Han Muye looked up at the Primordial Creator and spoke calmly, “Senior, why do you say I don’t need the chains?”

His question caused the Primordial Creator to burst into laughter, “How could a cultivator, who became a G.o.d through the Sword Dao, upon hearing the name of the Eternal Heaven, knowing the gateways to Eternity, contain themselves from going to see it?”

“Isn’t that just the way of sword cultivators?”

Upon saying this, the voice of the Primordial Creator paused.

“I remember now, that swordsman madman from back then said the same thing.”

“He seemed to be named, Lu Yue.”