Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 648 - 648 The Background of the Heavenly Mystic Sword Pavilion (3)

Chapter 648 - 648 The Background of the Heavenly Mystic Sword Pavilion (3)

648 The Background of the Heavenly Mystic Sword Pavilion (3)

At this moment, Lu Xiaoyun’s cultivation level was already half a step into the Heaven Realm. According to the practice of the Mystic Sun Guards, she suppressed her cultivation with all her might.

Li Three was already in the Heaven Realm and her Sword Dao cultivation was extremely strong. She was no longer as lazy as before in the Western Frontier. Instead, she was filled with refined killing intent.

Zhao Youzhi’s left-hand sword had already reached the point where his sword moves left no traces.

The current Zhao Youzhi was one of Lu Xiaoyun’s trump cards.

Han Muye tested it. Zhao Youzhi’s sword technique was still wide open, but it was mixed with strangeness, making it difficult to resist.

Sometimes, cultivation was like this. One did not have to follow a path based on what others thought.

Back in the Western Frontier, Han Muye had once cultivated the reversed Crescent Moon Sword Technique.

However, Zhao Youzhi still pursued justice.

In Han Muye’s opinion, there is a myriad of cultivation paths. The best direction that one deduced might not be smooth. The path that one desired and chose might not be free from thorns.

In cultivation, it was only right to face the path calmly.

When he reunited with his old friends, Han Muye accompanied them for a drink.

Everyone sighed when they talked about the Western Frontier, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, and the Cloud Nest Ridge.

If one did not enter the Central Continent, one would not know how big the Heavenly Mystic World was.

Without entering the Imperial City, one would not know the prosperity of the world.

If one did not leave the Heavenly Mystic World, how would one know that the world was vast and boundless, with thousands of realms, and that it was brilliant?

“When I was stationed on Fengming Star, I sparred with a few sword cultivators. I felt that their swordsmans.h.i.+p was a combination of magic swords and sword intent.

“Senior Brother Han, is it possible to integrate various paths in the cultivation of the Sword Dao?”

Putting down the wine gla.s.s, Jiang Han said in a low voice.

The 100th outer sect disciple of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect now exuded a calm aura. He had two swords on his back. One had sword intent flas.h.i.+ng on it, and the other had a hint of a magical technique.

Integrate.

Han Muye smiled.

Unknowingly, these fellow disciples from back then had all walked their own paths.

“Cultivation in the world isn’t so detailed. Who said that one has to cultivate sword intent? Who said that you have to practice sword spells?”

The water vapor in the wine cup in Han Muye’s hand spread out and turned into three feet.

The three feet of water vapor instantly froze and turned into an ice-cold long sword.

As soon as the sword appeared, a trace of domineering sword intent appeared.

He used Dharma to condense the sword and used his will to control it.

But it was so simple.

“Buzz!”

The cold sword in Han Muye’s hand trembled and shattered into countless pieces.

These countless broken swords turned into b.u.t.terflies and danced in the cabin, looking very beautiful.

Spells?

Sword technique?

Zhao Youzhi, Jiang Han, and the others looked confused.

Li Three’s eyes flashed as she shouted, “Break!”

A sword intent flashed and shattered all the b.u.t.terflies.

The shattered b.u.t.terflies returned, turned into a cloud, and returned to Han Muye’s wine cup.

“So be it. How can you go back on your word?” Li Three glared at Han Muye and finished the wine in her cup.

Han Muye laughed and raised his hand to drink the wine in front of him.

…

After a round of drinking, Lu Xiaoyun quietly led Li Three and the others away.

They needed to take the lead and set up in that star.

With them was Sun Yun, the Divine General that Han Muye had subdued.

After Li Three and the others left, Han Muye went into seclusion to cultivate. Three days later, a general came with an invitation.

It was an invitation from Marquis Wu.

When Han Muye arrived at the cabin where the Marquis Wu lived, he saw the green-robed Marquis Wu sitting in front of a small table, holding an ink brush in his hand and drawing.

Under the brush, a green dragon shadow moving through the clouds had taken shape.

Every scale on the dragon’s body could be seen clearly.

Han Muye was a little stunned.

Marquis Wu’s cultivation method was actually the same as the sect master of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, Tuoba Cheng.

Tuoba Cheng condensed his blood essence into ink and placed it in the painting.

Marquis Wu was infused with a great divine power, and his brush had a soul.

“Have you seen this cultivation method before?”

Marquis Wu looked up at Han Muye and said softly.

Han Muye nodded.

“It’s the Western Frontier, right?” The Marquis Wu chuckled and looked at Han Muye. “I’ve been to the Nine Mystic Mountain of the Western Frontier before.

“You should know the background of the Sword Pavilion.”

Sword Pavilion.

It was pa.s.sed down from the Immortal Source World.

It was the holy land of cultivation in the world.

“Back then, I went to the Immortal Source World and even came back as a legacy disciple of the Sword Pavilion.”

A trace of nostalgia appeared on Marquis Wu’s face. He sighed and said, “At the end of the day, I’m not a sword cultivator.

“The Sword Pavilion can only remain in the Western Frontier to suppress the pa.s.sage to the Immortal Source World.”

Did Marquis Wu bring the Sword Pavilion from the Immortal Source World?

Han Muye looked at Marquis Wu in front of him.

“In the cultivation of the world, there is reincarnation after karma. Senior Brother Wen and I were unable to escape the calamity of reincarnation, so we stayed in this world.

“Senior Brother Wen has different ambitions. I will do my best to help him.

“The Sword Pavilion’s inheritance originated from the Immortal Source World’s Upper Three Heavens. It’s even grander than the ancestor’s Heavenly Mystic’s inheritance.”

Looking at Han Muye, Marquis Wu lowered his voice and said softly, “I hope that one day when the Heavenly Mystic Realm is in trouble, you won’t stand by and do nothing.”

The Heavenly Mystic in trouble.

What kind of plan does Minister Wen have that will cause a disaster for the Heavenly Mystic?

Even if it’s the Immortal Spirit World, it shouldn’t be able to overturn the powerful Heavenly Mystic World, right?

Han Muye frowned and was about to speak when he saw a sword light flas.h.i.+ng in front of him and endless streams of light attacking.

Dao Domain.

Unknowingly, he had landed in the Marquis Wu Dao Domain!

Taking a deep breath, Han Muye looked at the endless sword lights attacking him and shouted. The sword intent long sword in his sea of Qi condensed into a line and instantly slashed down.

Sword against sword!

Marquis Wu had once cultivated the inheritance of the Sword Pavilion, so his sword cultivation must be extremely strong.

But to Han Muye, there was no one in the world who could make him lower his head!

“Boom!”

The sword light collided and turned into scattered spiritual light.

As soon as the spiritual light appeared, it had already become intertwined light swords.

Han Muye’s eyes burst with resplendent spiritual light, and the swords in front of him turned into streaks of light.

Golden Touch.

First Leaf.

Fire beacons set a prairie ablaze.

Crescent Moon.

“Senior, I learned a sword technique from Mo Yuan, the number one outer sect disciple of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

“This sword technique was created from 200 years of observation and convergence of 10,000 swords.

“It’s called the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords.

Looking at all the sword lights in front of him turn into Marquis Wu in a white robe, Han Muye said softly, “Senior, please take my sword.”

As soon as he finished speaking, 10,000 swords rose!

Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords, One Sword to 10,000 Swords!

“Great!”

With a loud shout, Marquis Wu slashed down with the 10,000-foot long sword light in his hand.