Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1026 Immortal Sovereign's Inheritance, Heavenly Cycle Divine Realm

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"Boom!"

Han Muye felt his whole body being enveloped by a tremendous force, and then the power of his bloodline was suppressed, returning to his body.

When he looked up, his body had already transformed back into the appearance of wearing white clothes and carrying a sword case on his back.

However, at this moment, his entire body was surrounded by golden streams of light. The power of Baxia's bloodline intertwined, making him look like the incarnation of a divine beast and not a human.

He looked up and saw an old man in a moon-white robe sitting cross-legged on the limestone in front of him.

The old man had long white hair and beard, with a gentle smile on his face. His hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, and his robe looked like a simple linen garment, loosely draped.

In front of the old man, there was a small desk with a small clock, a jade chime, a jade seal, and several open scrolls.

When Han Muye raised his head and locked eyes with the old man, in that instant, it felt as if the old man's clear gaze had penetrated his entire being.

This made him tremble all over, involuntarily lowering his head and averting his gaze.

There were seven or eight cultivators in various robes around the old man.

At this moment, the auras of these people were restrained, and their cultivation levels could not be seen at all.

However, these people had extraordinary bearings. The light that flashed in their eyes seemed to contain everything in the world.

Who were these people?

What exactly was this place?

"Sit."

The old man at the top raised his hand, and a green futon landed in front of Han Muye.

Everyone else had this prayer mat.

Han Muye was still in a daze. A cold-looking middle-aged sword cultivator beside him shouted impatiently, "If Immortal Sovereign wants you to sit, just sit. If you don't want the opportunity to preach the Dao, don't delay us."

Immortal Sovereign?

What kind of title was that?

As far as Han Muye knew, the strongest cultivation realm in the Immortal World was the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

Was the immortal they referred to the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal or someone above the level?

He bowed respectfully to the old man in front of him and then took a step forward, sitting on the cushion.

A sense of tranquility emanated from the cushion, causing his originally turbulent blood and qi to settle gradually.

The violent power around him also seemed to be suppressed by the cushion, creating a calm atmosphere.

The old man nodded and looked around. Then, he opened the books on the desk in front of him and raised his hand, flicking his fingertips on the jade chime.

"Clang—"

The voice was melodious and long-lasting, as if it was shaking from the bottom of his heart.

This sound instantly silenced Han Muye's surging blood and Qi, and his heart became clear. The murderous violence in his eyes was also suppressed.

The greenish-gray long sword in his mind kept vibrating, emitting a sword cry that only he could hear, interweaving with this voice.

Just the sound of a jade chime was enough to communicate with the power of the Slayer Sword that he had condensed.

How advanced was this old man's cultivation realm?

"I preach the Dao once every 128,000 years. Some of you have heard my teachings five times, and some have heard it three times. Today, a Primordial Divine Beast came to listen."

The old man's voice was calm and comforting.

His gaze swept across Han Muye like water.

"I teach without discrimination. It all depends on opportunities. I have 31 disciples and the experts are already Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals. I'm not far from the position of Zenith Heaven Immortal Sovereign. The weak—"

After a pause, Han Muye felt everyone's gazes on him.

This was a kind of power that could overturn the world and crush countless tons of strength.

It was as if the entire world had instantly collided with his chest. If not for Baxia's power, his body would have shattered into powder.

"Hehe, if this little guy can enter my sect, he will be the weakest."

Enter the sect and become the disciple of this Immortal Sovereign expert of an unknown realm?

Above the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Realm, the Zenith Heaven Immortal Sovereign was the disciple of this expert?

Han Muye didn't know where he was or who was listening to the Dao and preaching.

However, he knew that this was the opportunity brought to him by the Heavenly Stele.

Perhaps, this was the opportunity that the Baxia Clan had been carrying all along.

Taking a gentle breath, his expression remained calm as he sat cross-legged, unmoving.

This appearance caused the old man at the head to nod approvingly.

"A million years ago, when I was preaching, I once evolved the Heavenly Cycle and set up a Heavenly Cycle Array. At that time, a few disciples learned a little. Now, they can dominate the Heavenly Cycle of the Divine World.

"Unfortunately, the Heavenly Cycle Array is too powerful. Even the entire Divine World's Heavenly Cycle can't be completely set up."

"Today, I'll tell you how to use the power of array formations to mobilize the power of the Heavenly Cycle to form a killing array."

Heavenly Cycle Array?

Han Muye didn't know if this Heavenly Cycle Array was related to the Heavenly Cycle Array he was studying.

However, he felt that the Heavenly Cycle Array he cultivated probably did not have the ability to dominate the Heavenly Cycle of the Divine World.

Although he did not know where the Heavenly Cycle of the Divine Realm was,

"As cultivators of the heavenly realm of the gods, we are inseparable from killing and battle.

"In the primordial chaos, there are countless powerful divine and exotic beasts, and the void is filled with primordial gods and demons. We, as Qi cultivators, must strive and fight for a chance at survival."

A coldness emanated from the old man's voice, enveloping the air with a chilling aura of slaughter.

Golden rays of light appeared in front of everyone as the old man waved his hand, each radiating a halo.

Every halo was icy, as if freezing the world itself.

When the halos overlapped, the entanglement of power seemed to tear apart one's body and soul, merging them within.

This kind of power was something Han Muye had never witnessed before.

He had no idea what kind of formidable individual could control such immense power.

Within the shattered space amidst the halos, fleeting streaks of light directly shattered the shackles of time.