Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 2097: 873, Han Muye, God of Artifact Refinement!_2

Chapter 2097: 873, Han Muye, God of Artifact Refinement!_2
“Fight!”

Someone in the cavalry whose way was blocked shouted loudly.

The loose cavalry quickly converged into a square formation, then transformed into a triangular pyramid and charged toward Zhu Rong.

Behind them, the slower Demon Bull cavalry also gradually formed up into a square formation.

“Boom—”

The triangular pyramid formation collided with Zhu Rong’s long spear.

Zhu Rong’s body shook, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The strength of this battle formation far exceeded his expectations.

The triangular pyramid formation didn’t break through Zhu Rong, but the Demon Bull formation had already arrived.

“Boom—”

With a heavy hammer smashing down, Zhu Rong finally shifted his steps.

The solid Demon Bull square formation positioned itself in front of Zhu Rong, while the black wolf cavalry dispersed and kept transforming into triangular pyramids to charge.

Zhu Rong’s steps became unsteady as he was forced to keep retreating.

All along, he had been suppressing his own strength and had not used the power of Fire Vein Origin within him.

But he could feel that the strength of the battle formation was now enough to withstand a lower-tier divine beast.

The tribesmen looked on, dumbfounded, while not far away, the Gray Wolf and the Flying Cloud Beast also revealed a heavy look in their eyes.

The strength demonstrated by the battle formation was already comparable to theirs.

To the side, Blazing Prairie’s eyes flickered with divine light, revealing a hint of battle intent.

“Boom—”

In front of Zhu Rong, a golden Wall of Flames formed, blocking all attacks.

He raised his hand, and his spear thrust forward.

The Wall of Flames vibrated toward the front, pushing the Demon Bull cavalry backwards.

Gradually, a bloody divine light surged over Zhu Rong.

The power he employed had already surpassed that of an ordinary lower-tier divine beast and was approaching the level of a mid-rank divine beast.

This scene allowed the Blazing Prairie tribesmen to breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhu Rong was their War God, how could he be unable to withstand even the cavalry?

Watching the cavalry being pushed back, Han Muye spoke softly.

“Change formation.”

Change formation.

Following his command, the battle formation began to disperse.

But among the dispersal, a faint power of qi and blood rose from everyone.

“Boom—”

The phantasm of an Ironclad Gray Wolf emerged.

A thirty-zhang tall Ironclad Gray Wolf with double horns on its head and blood-red eyes charged toward the Wall of Flames in front of Zhu Rong.

“Boom—”

The Wall of Flames trembled as if struck by a bolt of lightning, then shattered.

The phantasms above the cavalry’s heads also exploded and scattered.

All the cavalry looked exhausted, clearly devoid of much combat strength.

The battle had come to an end.

As the cavalry dispersed, Zhu Rong stood in his place, dumbfounded.

It wasn’t just him; those from the Blazing Prairie Clan and the several divine beasts remained on the spot with bewildered expressions.

This battle had profoundly impacted them.

Cavalry or war armors, they were all controlled by people.

Just ordinary clan members of theirs.

Since when did their ordinary clan members possess such combat strength?

Han Muye shook his head, his figure fading away from the spot.

After today, the Blazing Prairie Tribe would surely undergo a significant change.

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Inside the stone house.

In front of Han Muye, various armors and weapons appeared.

These were all combat weapons he had taken out from his storage space, including Primordial-level Battle Armors, along with many true weapons and Immortal Weapons.

In the Primordial Universe, by replenishing their origin, he had refined these combat weapons to a stable level of origin.

Only such weapons could be effective in the Primordial Universe.

Otherwise, upon colliding with divine beasts or other armors, they would shatter.

Even when invoking the power of heaven and earth within the Primordial Universe, they might not be able to withstand it and become damaged.

However, after refining and replenishing, Han Muye noticed something: although the power of these weapons was stable, their inherent attributes had not been truly activated.

Stabilized combat weapons in the Primordial Universe, due to the suppression of Heavenly Dao power, seemed like ordinary weapons.

Yet, these weapons were top treasures in the Lower Plane.

He recalled that in the Azure Heaven Plane, there didn’t seem to be such suppression.

In the Azure Heaven Plane, those weapons with incomplete origins would exhibit reduced power, but the strength they displayed was still mighty.

Especially after replenishing their origin, they could demonstrate extreme combat capabilities.

Could it be that the Azure Heaven Plane is not as high a level as the Primordial Universe?

That’s unlikely, right?

Looking at the weapons in front of him, Han Muye’s eyes shone with a sharp light.

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It is said that if the Primordial Universe had not fragmented into countless levels, layer by layer, but had been a complete Plane, it might once have been at a higher level than the Azure Heaven Plane.

Countless Overlords had emerged from within the Primordial Universe.

Thinking of the Overlords, Han Muye raised his hand, and treasures like the Purple Sun Cauldron, God-slaying Spear, and Heavenly Cold Hammer flew out.

As these treasures settled before him, he finally noticed something different about them at this moment.

Origin.

These treasures were all refined from complete origins, and moreover, there were clearly divine patterns swirling around them.

Not the divine patterns of the Primordial Universe, but those of the Azure Heaven Plane.

No wonder the treasures refined by the master of Nine Mystic Mountain became known as the seven supreme treasures that uphold the world.

The origins of these treasures were not something the Lower Plane possessed, and their power far exceeded that of the Lower Plane.

Seeing through the origins, faint threads of golden light interwove across Han Muye’s body.

This was the comprehension of the power of heaven and earth.

This time, his comprehension was different; it was as if the fusion of the powers of heaven and earth appeared before him, transforming into various domains of heaven and earth.

Is this the creation of worlds, Pangu splitting heaven and earth?

Heaven and earth, were they also created by the Art of Weapon Refining?

Han Muye didn’t dare to entertain the thought, but he could find balance within this power of heaven and earth and discover the Grand Path of Artifact Refinement.

Between heaven and earth, divine lights lingered, each displaying its own halo.

The fiery Blazing Sun Flame, the serene round moon, the green grass, the red flowers, the sturdy mountains and rocks, the icy frost, and snow…

Having already comprehended the Great Dao Divine Pattern, Han Muye could now see everything clearly.

Whether it’s the origin or divine patterns, including that endless power, all are just appearances.

They inherently possess their own attributes.

Fire is meant to bake everything.

Water is meant to nourish and cleanse everything.

Metal is sharp and solid, earth is vast and profound, and wood is the birth of all living things…

Seeing through the origin, everything in front of him is the origin.

Seeing through weapon refining, every move he made was a part of refining weapons.

The difference between decay and miracles is but a divine palm away.

At that moment, Han Muye’s aura suddenly transcended.

It was as though he pierced through heaven and earth, seeing the entire boundless world.

The God of Artifact Refinement.

At that moment, he comprehended the origin of the path of Artifact Refining.

He extended his hand, and atop a pale golden ore, a tiny red flower bloomed.

With a single thought, the flower blossomed.

The tiny flower stirred and transformed into a butterfly, spreading its wings and flying away.

All Living Beings.

This is the realm of life that the God of Artifact Refinement steps into.

From this moment on, the treasures refined by Han Muye would contain the essence of the origin.

“Hum—”

At this moment, the entire Ancient Desolate Ruins shook slightly.

The hidden Overlords all looked up, their gazes cast toward the obscure heaven and earth.

Yet, no one could find the source of this slight tremor within the world.

“The Ancient Desolate Ruins, will there truly be something different this time?”

Amidst the dim world, someone whispered.

That whisper went unanswered.

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For half a year, the entire Blazing Prairie Tribe was busy refining weapons.

Since the battle that day, Zhu Rong himself went to Cloudfall Mountain to mine Floating Cloud Iron and returned to incessantly refine armor with his people, day and night.

Even the divine beasts like the Flying Cloud Beast seemed spurred on, frantically inscribing divine patterns.

In half a year’s time, the tribe had assembled eight hundred Wolf Cavalry and two hundred Demon Bull Heavy Cavalry.

This thousand-strong cavalry was all that the Blazing Prairie Tribe could now present.

Not every clan member had the qualification or strength to become part of the cavalry.

Through rounds of selection, the successful ones celebrated with joy, while the failures wept bitterly.

No one wanted to be the weak.

To become part of the cavalry, and compared to other clan members whose combat strength was only two or three times different, after training and organizing into a battle formation, the disparity could be a hundredfold!

With such a gap in strength, who wouldn’t want to ascend to the heavens in one leap?

“Owoo—”

The sound of a horn came from afar.

A pack of Gray Wolves rushed forward, bringing dust clouds with them.

“Zhu Rong, the team transporting ores was ambushed twenty thousand leagues away!”

“The Flying Cloud Beast escorting them is injured.”

The speaker was a Blazing Prairie Clan member, clad in black armor, and mounted on a Gray Wolf.

“Huff—”

At the news of the Flying Cloud Beast’s injury, the Blazing Prairie Divine Beast immediately flew off.

In the midst of the tribe, Zhu Rong slowly stood up.

“Blazing Prairie cavalry, follow me to war—”

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