Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 922 Dao Struggle, Let The Decisive Battle Begin

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There was a faint sword intent gathered and condensed around Han Muye.

This was a dam, where both spiritual energy and soul power were sealed off. Even if facing a peak powerhouse, Han Muye was not afraid to fight with him.

With his divine beast Baxia's clone and his proficiency in swordsmanship, he had the power to fight even against such a formidable opponent.

Suddenly, the atmosphere within the void became tense.

A hint of ferocity intertwined, causing the chaotic power within the embankment to tremble.

It seemed that as long as a spark was ignited, this whole world would explode.

A moment later.

The expression on Marquis Zhenyang's face gradually softened from being stern to peaceful, and his aura dissipated.

"Not bad, you're very cautious."

Marquis Zhenyang looked at Han Muye and spoke softly.

Han Muye stabilized his aura but did not speak.

In front of an ancient Divine Court battlefield marquis, being cautious was always the right thing to do.

"You've seen the Divine Emperor's Sword before, so you don't care, right?

"In that case, let me tell you, as long as you bring the Divine Emperor's Sword and the Crown Prince to Wen Qu's side, your Heavenly Mystic World will stand undefeated."

Looking at Han Muye, Marquis Zhenyang squinted his eyes, with a glint of brilliance in them.

"Behind the Ancient Cloud Galaxy is a great army controlled by the former Imperial Consort Cao Yi's Uncle."

"Cao Yi is in the Ancient Cloud Galaxy."

Cao Yi was the uncle of the crown prince of the Divine Court.

If the Crown Prince was in the Heavenly Mystic, Cao Yi's army would undoubtedly ensure its safety.

Although Han Muye had only seen a glimpse of the power of the Ancient Cloud Galaxy, its strength was already apparent.

If the Ancient Cloud Galaxy supported the Heavenly Mystic World, it might really change the situation of the Dao struggle.

With that, Marquis Zhenyang stared at Han Muye.

Han Muye's expression was solemn as he pondered for a long time before speaking softly, "Is what you're saying true, Lord Marquis?"

Marquis Zhenyang nodded and replied earnestly, "It is true."

Using the power of the Ancient Cloud Galaxy?

He had thought of it before.

Han Muye's divine sense stirred, and he said, "Marquis, since the Crown Prince is stranded in the Ancient Cloud Galaxy, why didn't Uncle Cao Yi look for him personally?

"With his power, it shouldn't be difficult to support the Crown Prince, right?"

Although the Ancient Cloud Galaxy had a strong force, there was no sense of righteousness among them.

They often crossed the dam to attack the fallen land of ancient gods, just to revive the glory of the glory of the Divine Court.

If the Crown Prince was here, there would be no need to attack, they could just support him.

Hearing Han Muye's words, Marquis Zhenyang chuckled. "If the Crown Prince were so easy to find, he would have been killed by the people of the Upper Three Heavens in the Immortal Source World long ago."

Raising his hand, a black long sword appeared in the palm of his hand

Marquis Zhenyang handed the sword to Han Muye. "With this sword, you will sense the Crown Prince whenever you meet him."

Seeing Han Muye looking at him, Marquis Zhenyang said softly, "The karma of the world is difficult to find. I think you can find him."

In the end, everything in the world depended on chance.

Han Muye was a person with great fortune.

Han Muye's gaze fell on the black sword.

The Mystic Sun Sword.

He had seen this sword since he was in the Nine Mystic Mountain Sword Pavilion.

In the Heavenly Mystic World, everyone in the Mystic Sun Guards carried this sword.

The spiritual patterns infused into this sword were personally drawn by Minister Wen himself and could discern one's heart.

Perhaps, it not only discerned one's heart but also discerned the person?

Han Muye reached out and took the sword. He nodded and said, "Alright, I'll do my best to find the Crown Prince and bring him back to Heaven Mystic."

Marquis Zhenyang chuckled and turned to look into the distance. "We're all old. This world is ultimately yours.

"If the Divine Court is to be rebuilt, you will have the merit of safeguarding it."

Han Muye didn't care about the merit of safeguarding it.

However, if the Crown Prince could save the Heavenly Mystic and ensure its victory in the Dao struggle, that was what he wanted..

Seeing Han Muye leave, the smile on Marquis Zhenyang's face disappeared. He said calmly, "Listen, from now on, you will put all your thoughts and energy on him."

The green mountain under his feet vibrated as if in response.

When Han Muye was thousands of miles away from the mountains, he felt a hint of solemnity in his heart.

He couldn't fully trust Marquis Zhenyang's words.

Was Marquis Zhenyang really seeking the Crown Prince to rebuild the Divine Court, or was he sacrificing him by sending him into the Dao battlefield?

He kept walking, raised his hand, and the black long sword appeared in his palm.

The Mystic Sun Sword.

Perhaps the answers he needed were in this sword.

Without using his divine sense, Han Muye directly infused the sword with sword qi.

If Marquis Zhenyang had other intentions, he must have tampered with the sword. If his divine sense probed it and there was a trap, Han Muye would be at a disadvantage.

The loss of sword qi was negligible.

As the sword Qi entered the sword, Han Muye's body trembled slightly.

This Mystic Sun Sword was actually an immortal treasure-level sword.

The entire sword was refined from 120,000 catties of Mystic Sun gold marrow.

Although it was made in this world, it also used immortal methods, and many spiritual materials were brought from the immortal world by the Divine Emperor.

This was a sword that the Divine Emperor had made for himself.

However, the Divine Emperor never carried this sword and the sword had been hidden in the Divine Court all along.

Later, when the Divine Court collapsed, and the sword was taken away by Marquis Zhenyang.

In the scene, the sword was basically always in the dam.

No secrets?

Han Muye smiled.

No secrets were the biggest secret.

Ancient powers had many means, and it was normal to tamper with the memory of the sword.

But as long as they tampered with it, there would be traces.

These traces were invisible to outsiders, but in front of him, Han Muye could see them at a glance.

With his full-level comprehension, as long as he pondered carefully, he could surely see through the mystery.

As he ran through the dam, Han Muye continuously explored the tampered scenes within the sword, turning sword qi into sword intent, and then infused the sword with a hint of immortal aura.

"Buzz!"

A sound rang out, and the scene in the sword's body changed completely!