Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 2242: 998, what can be done in a hundred thousand years?

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Lu Yue.

Han Muye recognized who Lu Yue was.

The pitiful one brought from Earth by the master of Nine Mystic Mountain.

The sword cultivator who cleaved heaven and earth with a single stroke.

The unrestrained one who left behind his three-foot-long sword and walked away.

Lu Yue, that was him, Han Muye.

It turned out he had gone to the Eternal Heaven years ago.

“So it was him,” Han Muye nodded lightly, “then I shall do my best to assist my senior in entering the Eternal Heaven.”

In front of him, the Primordial Creator’s form slowly faded, his voice coming through: “I’ll give you a hundred thousand years. After a hundred thousand years, this Immortal Sovereign will make another attempt to breach the Eternal Heaven.”

“If I can’t get through, then, this side of heaven and earth shall perish with me, descending into the God-Ending abyss.”

As the form dissipated, the space before him became empty and deserted.

Inside the grand hall, there was solemn silence.

The ten Divine Venerates all had serious expressions on their faces.

A hundred thousand years, for beings used to eons of cultivation, was simply too short.

What could they do in a hundred thousand years?

After a long time, Yunjiang Divine Honor finally raised his head, looking at Han Muye: “Fellow Daoist Han, what should we do about today’s events?”

Compared to the other nine Divine Venerates, Han Muye was but an outsider.

But for Yunjiang Divine Honor, it was Han Muye’s opinion that mattered more.

Because Han Muye was the only one among those present who had not been shackled by the Primordial Creator.

He was also the only one who dared to confront a God-Ending realm powerhouse head-on and had not been harmed in the least.

“A hundred thousand years is enough to do a great deal,” Han Muye said indifferently, deep profundity shining in his eyes.

“If the Primordial Creator cannot step into the Eternal Heaven, he will invoke the Power of the Eddy of God, devouring countless planes, and destroying the Divine Abyss.”

“Do not doubt the words of those in the God’s End Realm. Once they reach that level, there is little they care for anymore.”

God-Ending is when a creator falls into exhaustion, into destruction.

At that level, with no attachments left in their hearts, they pay no heed to anything else.

The words of Han Muye made everyone in the grand hall look even more uneasy.

“My friends, a hundred thousand years is not a long time, but it’s not short either. From now on, we can form an alliance and do our utmost to improve ourselves and our backing forces.”

“If we can help the Primordial Creator to step into the Eternal Heaven, that will be our best chance.”

“If by that time we really can’t be of help, we can only do our best to escape, hoping to get as far away as possible before the God-Ending taint spreads.”

Han Muye was speaking the truth.

If they could help the Primordial Creator enter the heavens, everyone could escape the peril of God-Ending and receive the creator’s rewards.

If they couldn’t, their only choice was to run.

The God-Ending taint wouldn’t instantly devour the world; fleeing to the Endless World and seeking ways to resist the God-Ending was what they had to do.

“Alright, we can only do just that,” Yunjiang Divine Honor nodded.

The other Divine Venerates exchanged glances, smiling bitterly out of necessity.

Faced with God-Ending, what other choice did they have?

Besides, they were already shackled, no longer masters of their own fates.

“My friends, I am preparing to integrate a Plane to enhance some Origin Force. I wonder if I might request the assistance of my fellow Daoists?”

Han Muye’s voice rang out once more.

“In exchange, I can offer up the legacy of the Gathering Spirit Godly Lord.”

Raising his hand, Han Muye’s palm showed a mass of golden Flowing Light.

Within the Flowing Light was an illusory world.

This was the last treasure given to him by the Gathering Spirit Godly Lord, the path he had left for himself.

Only he hadn’t expected that facing a God-Ending powerhouse, all his preparations would be utterly useless.

With that previous sword strike, Han Muye had broken through the Power of the Eddy of God and obtained a Flame. Within that Flame, besides a trace of the Primordial Creator’s power, there was also the secret that the Gathering Spirit Godly Lord had left behind.

“Hehehe, Fellow Daoist Han is so considerate, this old man will naturally help,” the white-bearded elder spoke softly.

“Rest assured, we are all bound together now. Your strength increasing is a good thing,” the Ancient Spirit Divine Honor laughed, his gaze falling on the Flame in Han Muye’s hand, eyes sparkling brightly.

“It just so happens that the Cloud Trace Dragon Snow left by Gathering Spirit is also something I require.”

The other Divine Venerates also voiced their agreement one after another.

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If Han Muye did not possess the qualifications to converse with them on the same level, or even the potential to surpass them, he could not have possibly troubled a group of Divine Venerables.

In this world, strength speaks at every level.

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Leaving the main hall, Han Muye appeared in the palace of the Gathering Spirit Godly Lord.

The vast hall was empty, the divine light within it no longer visible.

“Senior Brother Han!”

Yu Chen approached and said in a low voice, “Just now, when the divine light in the main hall dissipated, thousands of the Gathering Spirit Godly Lord’s disciples’ bodies collapsed and perished.”

Han Muye nodded.

These were the disciples whose origins were tied to the Gathering Spirit Godly Lord; when he perished, their origins also collapsed, and they had no choice but to follow in annihilation.

By utilizing the Source Energy of the Gathering Spirit Godly Lord for cultivation, these disciples could rapidly improve their cultivation abilities while also stabilizing the cultivation of the Gathering Spirit Godly Lord.

This method was not uncommon in the cultivation world.

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But the drawback was clear: when the soul of the Gathering Spirit Godly Lord shattered and collapsed, others followed as the Great Dao collapsed.

Among the disciples Han Muye had taken under his wing, none cultivated in this manner.

Returning from Cloud Dwelling City to the Heavenly Transformation Altar, where Yu Chen served as caretaker, Han Muye immediately began his closed-door cultivation.

Streaks of golden light shone, and the altar’s power enveloped him.

Only after layer upon layer of defense and sealing power cloaked his body did he reach out his hand.

In his palm was a mass of dark green cloud.

Power of the Eddy of God!

This was the Power of the Eddy of God, which even the God Realm dreaded and dared not touch!

It represented the continuation, decay, or end of the creator’s power.

Looking at the God-Ending Power in his palm, deep golden light shone from Han Muye’s eyes as he clenched his hand tightly.

“Boom——”

Endless memories burst forth from this mass of Flame!

The memories were so grand that layers of golden light emerged around Han Muye’s body.

They were Great Dao Divine Patterns, representations of origin power pushed to the extreme.

In Han Muye’s mind, a tender green shoot appeared amidst the light and shadows.

The shoot grew into a tree, a giant tree that covered an entire star!

The tree absorbed all the origin from the star, and then the star collapsed.

The tree returned to a seed, flying into another star.

After numerous repetitions, the tree finally became a colossal being that spanned millions of miles across the void, with countless stars under its immense canopy.

Was this the Primordial Creator’s true form?

“I knew you wouldn’t give up.”

“Sword cultivators, they are always like this.”

A voice echoed from the Flame.

It was the voice of the Primordial Creator.

The Flame in Han Muye’s hand vibrated, revealing the figure of the Primordial Creator.

“Speak, what do you seek from me?”

This mass of Flame was left by the Primordial Creator for Han Muye to use for communication.

Han Muye activated the memories within it, drawing forth the fragmented soul of the Primordial Creator.

“Senior, I have an interest in the Divine Abyss.”

Han Muye looked at the figure before him and said calmly, “I want to venture into the abyss to hunt the Divine Heavenly Holy Beast.”

“I wonder if the creator could provide me with the Star Map of the Divine Abyss, as well as the position marks.”

The Divine Abyss!

The Primordial Creator looked at Han Muye, pondered for a long while, and nodded, “There are indeed many secrets within the Divine Abyss that even I have not fully explored. I cannot guarantee you will come back alive.”

“However, there really is no other place in the world where you can improve your cultivation abilities faster.”

He lifted his hand, and a speck of golden Flowing Light flew toward Han Muye.

“This is what you seek.”

“I hope you don’t disappoint me.”