Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 943 - 943 Entering the Upper Three Heavens, Meeting Mu Wan Again

943 Entering the Upper Three Heavens, Meeting Mu Wan Again

The Immortal Source World, once renowned as the Great Sect of Alchemy in the Upper Three Heavens, the Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley.

This was a major sect that had been famous for alchemy since the era of the Valley Divine Court. There were many alchemy mighty figures in the sect who had become Sages and even become Dao Ancestors.

The top-grade pills in the Immortal Source World, the Immortal Pills, were mostly refined by the Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley.

The Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley was also a sacred land in the Upper Three Heavens, where no major sect was allowed to conquer.

But now, things had changed.

The heavens and earth collapsed, the Nine Heavens turned into Three Heavens, and the Upper Three Heavens merged into one.

The powerful beings who resided in the Nine Heavens had all left. Even the Heavenly Venerables and Dao Ancestors had almost all departed.

The Immortal Ascension Platform had been open for such a long time. If one didn’t leave, one wouldn’t have another chance.

Who wouldn’t want to seize this opportunity and ascend to the Immortal Realm?

In this world, reaching the pinnacle means ascending to the heavens.

Because of the urgency, many sects did not leave any arrangements behind. With the collapse of the heavens and earth, chaos ensued.

The prohibition that was originally meant to protect the Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley has become worthless.

The jade stone monument that prohibited further progress was shattered directly.

Countless cultivators from all sides rushed into the medicine valley, scrambling to seize spiritual herbs and search for pills.

Any alchemist who was caught had to surrender all their pills, and if they resisted even slightly, they would be killed.

The lives of alchemists, who were once respected and revered, were now cheap like cabbage.

Many sects began to secretly search for alchemists and kidnap them to their own sects.

Even the major sects in the Upper Three Heavens couldn’t control their own territories, so how could they manage the Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley?

Han Muye flew down and arrived, and the entire Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley, spanning 100,000 miles, had only the central hall left, with a radius of just over 10 miles still being defended.

Looking around, a hint of killing intent flashed in Han Muye’s eyes.

“If anything happens to Junior Sister Mu, I’ll make sure you all pay the price.” Gritting his teeth, Han Muye transformed into a streak of sword light and rushed towards the front hall.

“Boom!”

The light barrier shook, and cracks appeared.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, numerous cultivators squeezed into the barrier.

Inside the hall, the old men in gray robes had faces pale with despair.

“Junior disciples, I’m prepared to self-detonate my soul. I won’t be captured by these villains.” The old man’s face was filled with desolation, and a near-tyrannical power surged within him.

The elders around him nodded.

“Ah, our Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley has existed for hundreds of thousands of years. I never expected to encounter such a calamity.” A venerable old man with three golden stripes on his robe sighed lightly.

“What a pity for this inheritance and so many alchemy geniuses.” The old man’s gaze fell outside the hall on the disciples crowded in the square.

These disciples were the elite alchemists of the Upper Three Heavens. They were the future of the Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley, and even the future of alchemy in the Immortal Source World.

But now, these alchemy elites were crowded together, awaiting a fate of being slaughtered like lambs.

They would be enslaved, forced to refine pills day and night without rest.

They had no future.

“Hehe, since the decline of alchemy is inevitable, let everyone perish together.”

Watching the excited cultivators who had already rushed in through the cracks, a Daoist holding a golden pill cauldron in his hand lightly spoke.

Golden light shimmered on the pill cauldron in his palm, gathering terrifying flames.

The other elders looked at each other, some feeling unwilling, some regretful, some desolate. In the end, all these great alchemists bowed their heads and closed their eyes

“Boom!”

A booming sound resounded from the square ahead.

Were those disciples who were unwilling to be captured starting to self-detonate their pill cauldrons?

This was the path of alchemy. Although they were not skilled in combat, their hearts were pure and they would never submit.

Someone sighed lightly, looking up with teary eyes towards the front, truly stunned.

In the square ahead, the cultivators who had originally rushed into the barrier were now filled with terror on their faces.

Floating in front of them were fragments of debris.

Dozens of medicinal pills rushed towards these fleeing cultivators.

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

…

The pills exploded, tearing these fleeing cultivators apart.

The pills self-destructed!

Such pills were extremely precious, but no matter how precious they were, they were not as important as one’s own life!

“Great!”

Inside the hall, an elder shouted with determination, his eyes gleaming with brilliance.

In front of him, several pills with intertwined spirit patterns appeared.

“Martial Granduncle, we must seize the opportunity when the pills self-detonate.” A crisp voice came from the square.

Everyone turned to look and saw a female cultivator dressed in a green robe.

“Mu Wan, was it you who caused the pills to self-detonate just now?” A middle-aged alchemist spoke from the steps in front of the hall.

Mu Wan.

Mu Wan, who came from outside the Immortal Source World, had not reached the Heavenly Realm and her cultivation level was not considered high. However, her talent in alchemy was extremely strong, and she had a good reputation among the younger disciples of the Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley.

It was just unexpected that she would display such bravery in such a perilous situation.

Upon hearing the words of the middle-aged alchemist, Mu Wan nodded and raised her hand, pointing at the barrier. “Actually, as long as we unite, not to mention the cultivators who arrived today, even if their entire sect comes, we will not fear.”

Mu Wan raised her hand, and pills appeared in her palm.

These pills were all fourth-grade pills.

However, these pills emitted a faint sword intent.

Sword cores.

These were the sword cores that Han Muye had given her for protection.

“With our pills and pill cauldrons, as long as we get close, they will self-detonate. Our divine senses as alchemists are stronger than theirs. As long as we scatter them and prevent them from escaping, they will have nowhere to run.”

A look of hatred flashed in Mu Wan’s eyes.

Practicing in the Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley, this period of time was second only to the days spent in the Moon Viewing Town for her.