Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 2133: 891, Great Desolate Fusion, the future is in your hands_2

Chapter 2133: 891, Great Desolate Fusion, the future is in your hands_2
 

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A faint shadow emerged and floated around his body.

The Sky-swallowing Basilisk.

“Master Han’s refined body is truly remarkable, indeed capable of controlling the origin power of a lineage.”

Looking at Han Muye, a chilling smile appeared on the face of the Basilisk Divine Beast, “To thank you, this sovereign will devour you and transform your power into my own.”

Han Muye had command over at least two lineages of origin, and if he could devour Han Muye, the benefits were unimaginable.

As those words faded away, divine light began to shine from the bodies of those humans around the Basilisk.

“Act now. We have been planning since we learned that Master Han you intended to refine a blank Origin Body.”

“In fact, our involvement even spurred on the refinement of the Origin Body itself.”

Zhuohe Immortal Venerable said, while drawing upon the endless forces between heaven and earth to descend.

The Power of the Great Desolation.

The strength of The Great Desolate Ruins Realm poured in, tumultuous and surging.

The primordial world did not repel such power.

The Power of One Realm came crashing down on Han Muye’s head, pinning him in place.

What difference does it make to be a lineage overlord?

And what mattered the control over at least two lineages of origin power?

No matter how strong the methods, they could not withstand the Power of One Realm.

The Power of the Great Desolation descended, imprisoning the hundred li territory around Han Muye.

The primordial world would not lift a finger to help Han Muye, even retracting the origin power it had previously bestowed.

The primordial world would not reject the infusion of the Power of the Great Desolation.

If Han Muye collapsed because of the Power of the Great Desolation, then that was Han Muye’s own affair.

Zhuohe Immortal Venerable and those around him channeling the Power of the Great Desolation smiled.

The Divine Beast Basilisk’s eyes also shone with anticipation.

Once Han Muye’s body collapsed and his origin power scattered, it would be time to devour that origin power.

To be killed by the Power of One Realm was indeed a premier death in this world.

“Great Desolation…” Han Muye whispered.

The vast Power of the Great Desolation rolled down, and the intensity of the Golden Crow’s power surged.

It was the supporting force of The Great Desolate Ruins Realm, the power of the Great Sun Golden Crow.

Originally, it was the Great Sun Golden Crow that sacrificed itself, transforming into the Great Sun to illuminate the Great Desolation, allowing The Great Desolate Ruins Realm to stand firm.

Within The Great Desolate Ruins Realm, Han Muye had once condensed the Golden Crow True Bone, using the True Body of the Golden Crow to transform into a True Spirit Sword.

That was Han Muye’s current body.

Slowly closing his eyes, his body began to etherealize.

The Basilisk laughed heartily while those from the Divine Source Heavenly Palace also wore smiles on their faces.

The downfall of a powerhouse who stirred the primordial winds under one’s own schemes was naturally exciting.

“How is this possible…” Kunpeng stood in the distance, looking at Han Muye’s figure seemingly melting amidst the human encirclement, murmuring in disbelief.

In his calculations, Han Muye was supposed to be favored by heaven and earth, a true ruler within the primordial world.

Yet now, the primordial world had abandoned Han Muye.

“Indeed, heaven and earth are heartless, all beings but straw dogs…” A glint of deep, glistening light flashed in Kunpeng’s eyes.

This should have been known all along.

If the primordial world truly cared, it would never have let countless divine beasts collapse.

If the primordial world really cared about so many creatures, it wouldn’t consume origin to supplement itself time and again.

In the eyes of the primordial world, perhaps all beings were expendable.

“Hum—”

Zhu Rong and Gonggong flew towards the sky, crashing against the swirling columns of light.

But their bodies could not sway the vortexes.

Even the might of a lineage overlord was incapable of breaking through the vortexes.

Zhu Rong roared in fury, as behind him emerged a flame general of ten thousand zhang in height, thrusting a long spear fiercely.

On the other side, Gonggong’s body directly transformed into a water dragon, raising his head to let out a resounding roar, stirring the wind and clouds.

The overlords of both the water and fire lineages, invoking their origin power to break the vortex of the Power of the Great Desolation.

“Hum—”

In the midst of heaven and earth, countless chains appeared, wrapping around their bodies.

Merging with the Great Desolation was the choice of the primordial world, which now would not allow anyone to disrupt such a situation.

Under the impact of the Power of the Great Desolation, Han Muye’s body had become faint and insubstantial.

The Primordial Power was merging with the Power of the Great Desolation.

This was what the primordial world sought, to devour the territory of a whole realm and then reshape heaven and earth, reclaiming it.

By leveraging Han Muye’s power to bolster its origin, exacerbate the strife amongst the divine beasts, and drive the changes in the forces of the Divine Source Heavenly Palace and within the Great Desolation, everything was for this step now.

To merge with the Power of the Great Desolation.

“Boom—”

The vortexes between heaven and earth became more expansive, engulfed entirely by the Power of the Great Desolation, which the primordial world embraced and devoured.

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All these forces were Pressing down towards Han Muye.

The extent of such force had reached unimaginable levels.

The cultivators of the human race and the Canaan Tribe, who were channeling the Power of the Great Desolation into their bodies, were also in immense pain, barely holding on with clenched teeth.

They were all waiting for Han Muye’s body to shatter and become the Origin.

However, the phantom body that Han Muye had transformed into seemed exceptionally tenacious, persisting continuously.

Even though it appeared incredibly tenuous, with only a shadow remaining, it still carried pulsating divine light, as if unchanging through the ages.

“Attract the Power of the Great Desolation Origin, or we won’t be able to hold on!” Zhuohe Immortal Venerable gritted his teeth and growled lowly.

The serpent’s eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness as it slowly opened its mouth.

The vortex above the sky poured in, with a boundless surge of the Power of the Great Desolation flowing down.

The primordial world began to shake.

This was the fusion of the Primordial and the Great Desolation forces.

The Primordial and the Great Desolation were not from the same era; they were timeless eras that never intersected, but now they were colliding across time.

The primordial world quaked, infinite divine light scattered, and shone brightly.

At this moment, the Primordial was reviving.

The Origin Power of the Great Desolation descended, crashing down on Han Muye, who stood in his place.

Before such force, no matter how powerful the divine beasts were, they trembled like ants.

“Boom—”

Han Muye’s body finally vanished.

But in its place, a three-foot-long sword appeared.

The black sword vibrated slightly, and then a golden red hue emerged.

The originally dim halo began to sparkle.

Atop the sword body, countless divine patterns intersected, eventually forming flames.

“Whoosh—”

A loud cry resonated.

The sword transformed into a Golden Crow.

A three-legged Golden Crow, a primordial divine beast.

But at this moment, all the Origin Power between heaven and earth surged towards its body as soon as the Golden Crow appeared.

“Whoosh—”

Outside the sky, the cry of a Golden Crow also echoed through.

A Great Sun Golden Crow, covering the sky and obscuring the sun, emerged.

“Support from the Great Desolation’s Origin, the Great Sun Golden Crow!”

“Han Muye, he, he also possesses the Origin of the Great Sun Golden Crow!”

“Doesn’t that mean all of the Great Desolation’s Origin is of the same source as Han Muye?”

In the void, countless voices of astonishment arose.

Those figures who were surrounding and intending to kill Han Muye were trembling, their bodies quivering in terror.

Power from the same source can only integrate, never harm.

No matter how strong the Power of the Great Desolation was, it could not harm Han Muye; instead, it was enhancing his combat strength.

“Long time no see,” the Golden Crow that Han Muye had transformed into raised its head and spoke softly.

The voice was deep, filled with an endless sense of vastness.

“Long time no see,” the voice of the Great Sun Golden Crow in the void also sounded.

“The future is in your hands now,” the voice of the Great Sun Golden Crow conveyed satisfaction.

Countless divine beasts returned, the Golden Crow clan came back, heaven and earth merged, and the Primordial might reappear.

For a divine beast, all these events were the most comforting.

Wasn’t all their perseverance and sacrifice for this moment?

Above the sky, the body of the Great Sun Golden Crow dissipated, turning into a torrent that rushed towards Han Muye.

The Golden Crow that Han Muye had transformed into stood in its place, letting the boundless Origin Power of the Great Desolation be bestowed upon its body.

“Boom—”

The Golden Crow he had transformed into let out a long cry, its body growing to tens of thousands, millions of zhang, like a blazing sun in the sky, illuminating the entire primordial world.

At this moment, the Origin Power of the primordial world changed due to the infusion of the Great Desolation’s Origin.

The Eternal Blazing Sun shone brightly above!

“It’s over…”

When the intense sunlight fell upon them, some divine beasts murmured in a low voice.

Such power accompanied by the Origin was simply unstoppable.

“Impossible, his power has already surpassed that of an Origin Overlord!” The serpent roared furiously as it charged towards Han Muye.

“If he does not die today, we all will!” Zhuohe Immortal Sovereign gritted his teeth, drawing all the Origin Power around him, gathering the cultivators from the Divine Source Heavenly Palace and the Canaan Tribe behind him, and charging towards the Great Sun that Han Muye had transformed into.

In the void, Han Muye’s figure once again transformed into a three-foot-long sword.

In Tamuhu Lake, the waters churned as if an Eternal Ancient behemoth wished to step out from within.

That incarnation seated at the altar at the bottom of the lake opened its eyes.