Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Novel - Chapter 1036

1036 Visiting the Sword Pavilion, Crossing 300,000 Years with One Sword (2)
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The choice of the path of cultivation in a world changed because of him alone.

This is the Heavenly Dao.

The Heavenly Dao can be vast or small, ranging from a small world to the entire cultivation universe.

The profundity of the Heavenly Dao is incomprehensible to anyone.

“Zhao Brother, Yuming, I want to pay a visit to the Sword Pavilion.” Han Muye reached out and patted Zhao Yu’s shoulder, speaking softly.

Go to the Sword Pavilion!

Zhao Yu and Bai Yuming both showed surprise on their faces.

The connection between Han Muye and the Sword Pavilion is indescribable.

Han Muye, who controlled the nine-level sword tower and had a seven-story sword tower in his hand, was too important to the Sword Pavilion.

However, Han Muye had never gone to the Sword Pavilion. This not only made outsiders guess, but even the elders and disciples in the Sword Pavilion were at a loss and uneasy.

Didn’t Zhao Yu and Bai Yuming stay in the Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley for so long to lure Han Muye to the Sword Pavilion?

“Sword Ancestor, when are you leaving?”

Bai Yuming cupped his fists and looked at Han Muye as he asked loudly.

If it were up to him, they would depart right now.

However, he also knew that Han Muye’s identity was special. It was impossible for him to go to the Sword Pavilion so easily.

Zhao Yu pondered for a moment and said in a low voice, “Brother Han, are you going to fly over on your sword or teleport over directly?”

The Heavenly Cycle Array had a teleportation array that connected to the Sword Pavilion.

The Sword Pavilion also asked Duan Chengzi to set up a teleportation array.

It wasn’t difficult to travel from the Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley to the Sword Pavilion.

Flying with a sword would take several tens of days.
Even if he changed a few teleportation arrays, it would only take three to five days.

But the significance was different.

Flying with a sword represented the Heavenly Mystic’s Minister Han, with Muye Sword Ancestor personally visiting the Sword Pavilion, symbolizing the close relationship between a major power and the Sword Pavilion.

Using the teleportation array was secretive and swift but lacked some intimidation.

For Han Muye, the teleportation array was the most convenient, while for the Sword Pavilion, flying with a sword was the most impactful, showcasing their strength.

The choice was in Han Muye’s hands.

“Let’s fly with the sword,” Han Muye’s words made Bai Yuming and Zhao Yu’s eyes twitch, and even their shoulders trembled slightly.

Flying with a sword meant that from now on, the two powerful forces in this cultivation realm would officially unite.

Three days later, Han Muye flew with his sword out of the Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley, accompanied by 3,600 sword cultivators led by Huang Zhihu.

All the disciples of the Sword Pavilion stationed in the Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley protected him.

Along the way, all the disciples of the Sword Pavilion and experts of the sects under the Sword Pavilion were recruited.

From the Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley to the Sword Pavilion, he attracted countless cultivators along the way.

The Grand Elder of the Sword Pavilion, Qi Yu, and the other three elders in charge of the seventh level of the Sword Pavilion all left the sect. The disciples of the sect welcomed them.

When Han Muye entered the Sword Pavilion, sword cries filled the sky, and endless sword light illuminated the world.

This was the Sword Pavilion showcasing its own strength.

This scene made the Upper Heaven Region and other forces cautious and incomparably panicked.

Although they had long understood Sword Ancestor Muye and the power behind him, and knew that he had the heart to rule the cultivation world, they were still shocked to see Han Muye step into the Sword Pavilion.

Compared to the Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley, the Sword Pavilion was the true major sect in the Upper Heaven Region.

The sprawling palaces, scattered stone carvings, and history everywhere.

Dao Ancestor Qi Yu led Han Muye forward, with the other elders accompanying them, observing the scenery and explaining the history of the Sword Pavilion.

Behind them were the vast numbers of sword cultivators, including disciples of the Sword Pavilion and Huang Zhihu, and others.

“This cliff sword carving was left by the former master of the Sword Pavilion 300,000 years ago.

“He used the sword in his hand to carve the stone as a mark and left behind these 32 sword lights.”

Qi Yu pointed at a 100-feet-tall green stone and spoke aloud.

He was currently dressed in a green robe, wearing a golden crown, surrounded by a sword aura, standing tall and straight, resembling a towering sword.

Not only him, but everyone from the Sword Pavilion stood tall and proud.

Today was a long-awaited day for them.

Han Muye looked up. On the 100-foot-long limestone, 32 agile sword lights seemed to be swaying with the breeze.

Although these sword lights were dim, they appeared to be deeply engraved in the stone.

If it were an outsider, perhaps they would think the same.

However, Han Muye, who had cultivated time and space, could see at a glance that these sword lights were actually engraved on the timeline, and what he saw was still the sword shadows from 300,000 years ago.

“Impressive,” Han Muye said softly, then turned around and said, “Zhihu, take a look. How many sword lights can you comprehend?”

Being able to engrave the lines of time, these sword lights were opportunities as long as one could grasp even a hint of understanding.

This stone carving was also a treasure within the Sword Pavilion. If it weren’t for Han Muye’s visit, Qi Yu and the others would never have displayed it.

Today, the Sword Pavilion showcased various stone carvings and relics along the way, all to demonstrate the heritage and legacy of the Sword Pavilion, in order to attract Han Muye.

At the very least, along the way, the sword cultivators behind Han Muye were already filled with reverence.

The reputation of the Sword Pavilion as the sacred land of swordsmanship had spread for hundreds of thousands of years.

Huang Zhihu took a step forward, her eyes fixed on the green stone ahead.

Although she was not wearing black armor, she looked extremely valiant with her long white sword and black hair tied up.

The Sword Pavilion’s people quietly observed her as well.

Han Muye’s adopted daughter, the leader of the Heavenly Mystic sword cultivator army, and the only daughter of the Heaven Trampling Sage. She possessed extremely strong innate talent.

Although Huang Zhihu was a junior, not many people dared to treat her as one.

Huang Zhihu stood there, with sword light flickering around her as it slowly gathered.

The sword lights that originally wandered in the surrounding void transformed into strands of sword threads, swirling and encircling her.

After 10 breaths, 12 strands of sword lights appeared around Huang Zhihu.