Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 994 In One Step, Millennia Passed (2)

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So Han Muye sighed and thought that he should do his best.

He didn't really know how far he could go.

Before the chaotic void, Duan Min held a half-broken jade fragment in his hand.

It was a piece that broke off from the jade pendant, emitting a faint spiritual light.

Duan Min infused his own bloodline power into the jade fragment, and it emitted a green halo. A strand of blood stretched out and pulled into the void.

Duan Min's face lit up, activating the power of his bloodline, and rushed forward.

The flying ship followed behind him, breaking through the shattered stones and speeding away.

Duan Min's speed was not slow, almost traveling in a straight line.

Along the way, they encountered some exotic beasts living in the void, and the army behind them would take action to kill these exotic beasts.

Three days later, the jade fragment in Duan Min's hand trembled, and the bloodline strand it pulled broke off.

"Right here!" Duan Min exclaimed excitedly, looking at a vast expanse of nothingness ahead.

It wasn't true emptiness; there were still scattered meteorites shining like stars.

But when Duan Min took a step forward, his entire body twisted uncontrollably.

If it weren't for Gao Xiaoxuan raising his hand and using the Mountain and River Brush to suppress him, his body might have been torn to pieces.

"Space power." Gao Xiaoxuan glanced at the startled Duan Min and spoke softly.

The power of space was the pinnacle of all forces in the world, coexisting with the power of time.

Whether it was Duan Min or anyone else, they had no resistance in the face of such power.

Gao Xiaoxuan waved the Mountain and River Brush in his hand, depicting continuous mountains and rivers.

However, when the Heaven and Earth peak landed in front of him, it directly shattered.

He turned to look at Han Muye.

"Your Majesty, I tried to use the power of bloodline attraction to see if we can awaken Patriarch Duan Chengzi," Duan Min also turned his head and respectfully spoke to Han Muye.

Han Muye waved his hand and slowly walked forward.

"Senior has already sealed his soul. This world was formed by the power of the Myriad Worlds Hall."

Looking ahead, an illusory spiritual light flashed on Han Muye's body.

"I'll go."

"You wait for me here."

After Han Muye finished speaking, he took a step forward.

Gao Xiaoxuan and the others hesitated for a moment, standing still in their original positions.

The power of space here was so strong that even if they wanted to follow, they were powerless.

Han Muye walked to the place where Duan Min had just been, and a powerful spatial force pressed down. The spatial power around him trembled and resonated, emitting a dazzling spiritual light.

In a flash, Han Muye's figure disappeared from the original spot.

Gao Xiaoxuan held the ink brush, his expression solemn.

Duan Min looked at the illusory space ahead and said in a deep voice, "Stay alert and wait for His Majesty to return."

The army, holding long spears, responded in unison and stood in formation.

Illusion, flowing light—what Han Muye saw in front of him were threads of spatial lines.

If he hadn't cultivated the power of space and time to a high level, he would have been lost in this environment long ago.

He moved forward step by step, stepping on the nodes of the intersecting light with each step.

"Amazing, with just one step, it spans millions of miles. This kind of formation can indeed traverse the myriad realms." Han Muye murmured softly, his gaze falling on the streams of light ahead.

Here, if he made one misstep, he would be ç miles away.

The crucial point is that the teleportation formations in various places have been sealed off. If he were to fall into these large formations, he might never be able to escape in his lifetime.

"The power of formations combined with the power of space, using the power of the Divine Court to suppress the heavens and the earth, can connect the myriad realms."

"Because the Divine Court has collapsed, the power of the Myriad Worlds Hall has weakened and is in danger of collapsing, Senior Duan Chengzi sealed this place with his own power."

Han Muye muttered and raised his hand. Spiritual light flickered on his fingertips, pressing against a faint light.

This illusory light seemed to be corporeal, trembling gently at the tip of his finger.

"I want to see Senior Duan Chengzi. I want to go to the Myriad Worlds Hall."

"Every beam of light here is actually connected to the Myriad Worlds Hall."

His eyes shimmered with agility, as if seeing through the essence of time and space.

Gently grasping the light with his fingertips, a hint of solemnity flashed across his face.

"As long as we follow this light, we can reach the Myriad Worlds Hall.

"But the Myriad Worlds Hall has also been sealed. The teleportation power is no longer there.

"Once you enter it, you won't be able to escape."

This was like being trapped in a never-ending loop.

To reach the Myriad Worlds Hal, one must pass through this beam of light.

However, the Myriad Worlds Hall was sealed and could not descend upon it.

"That's not right."

Han Muye's face revealed a smile, his fingertip trembled, his figure disappeared, leaving only a faint whisper, "Senior Duan Chengzi is waiting for the return of the Divine Emperor, and he would never leave no path leading to the Myriad Worlds Hall."

"Buzz!"

As his words fell, his figure dissipated and reappeared.

"I went in the wrong direction. Fortunately, I used the power of time regression to come back; otherwise, I would have truly been lost."

With a swift movement, he disappeared.

And then reappeared. Han Muye shook his head, "Not this one."

He turned his hand and pressed it on another beam of light.

"Buzz!"

His figure disappeared and reappeared.

"Not this one."

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If he didn't possess the power to manipulate time, he would have been lost amidst these beams of light long ago.

Using the power of time, he could trace back and return to this place after searching in the wrong location.

After a hundred breaths, Han Muye stood in the same spot.

These beams of light seemed endless. With this method of slow exploration, it might take thousands of years to enter the Myriad Worlds Hall.

"Space is inevitably intertwined with time, and I overlooked that," Han Muye murmured as he pressed his finger on a beam of light, his eyes revealing profound understanding.

A presence as ancient as time itself emanated from him.

This space originated from before ancient times!

The beams of light flowed and traversed through time and space.

"Boom!"

Before Han Muye, the heavens and the earth emerged from ancient times, then transformed into a shimmering golden palace.

Within the palace, countless golden streams of light were interconnected with different worlds.

Numerous figures shuttled through the void.

This was the World Palace of the Ancient God's Court.

"Boom!"

A nine-story tower floated in the void, suppressing all the golden streams of light.

An elderly man in a white robe, adorned with intricate celestial patterns, slowly lowered his head, locking eyes with Han Muye.

Heavenly Venerable Guangfa!

Han Muye's figure trembled and vanished from his original position.

When he reappeared, he was already standing in a vast palace.

The palace was empty and dark, with only fleeting glimpses of dimly glowing streams of light.

"Han Muye pays respects to Heavenly Venerable Guangfa."

Han Muye raised his hands and bowed forward.

""If you can walk out of this place, I will bow to you and proclaim you as the Emperor," said the elderly voice from the void.

"But if you cannot escape, then I will accept this bow and send you away."

In the void, the voice of an aged person echoed.

To be able to walk out was to be the inheritor of the Divine Emperor.

Not being able to escape wouldn't result in any harm. Heavenly Venerable Guangfa would send him out, but he would likely lose the qualification to inherit the Divine Emperor's legacy.

This could be considered a test for Han Muye, as well as an opportunity to showcase his own strength.

After all, to win over a powerful being like Heavenly Venerable Guangfa, one needed to have impressive abilities.

As the voice from the void faded, Han Muye's expression remained unchanged as he proclaimed loudly, "Alright."

A single word reverberated throughout the entire palace.

He took a step forward, causing the palace to shake and the space to infinitely fold.

Like the intertwining and flowing of the river of time beneath his feet, this step spanned countless millennia.

"Han Muye pays respects to the Heavenly Venerable."

One step.

One breath.

Countless mountains and rivers, countless years and ages.

Crossed in a single step.

The elderly man in a white robe, with a trace of astonishment on his face, looked at Han Muye, opened his mouth, and ultimately bowed gently, "Duan Chengzi pays respects to Your Majesty."

Han Muye smiled, raised his hand, and said softly, "Senior, since I have arrived, let us meet face to face."

As soon as he finished speaking, a nine-story sword tower appeared in his hand.

Duan Chengzi looked surprised. His body shook and he turned into a stream of light.

"Boom!"

An identical nine-story sword tower appeared, emitting a radiant light.

Layers of spiritual light and sword light flickered in the nine-story sword tower, revealing boundless spatial power.

Han Muye's tower emitted countless sword lights, colliding with the spatial barrier of the opposing tower.

The sword lights traversed numerous dimensions as they clashed with the nine-story sword tower ahead.

Tower met tower.

Nine levels against nine levels.

Sword light against space.