Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Novel - Chapter 1982
Chapter 1982: 819, The Myriad Domains Altar opens, Heaven Trampling Immortal Venerable of the Desolate Heaven Territory_2
Han Muye looked at everyone, his expression much more solemn this time.
The other blacksmiths also had serious faces, listening quietly.
Everyone knew that Han Muye’s way of refining weapons had reached levels they dared not contemplate.
“It starts with beings and flourishes among them. The day when the way of refining weapons probes into the forbidden zone of beings might mark the beginning of the way of refining weapons but could also be the destruction of the entire universe,” Han Muye said in a low voice, opening his mouth softly.
As for the way of refining weapons, the way of solidifying reality had reached its peak, and what came after was the way of refining the void.
He himself did not know what the result would be when he truly began to create.
The incarnations of his soul that had forged the Shepherd Star Tribe, though incredibly powerful, lacked the core that a being should possess.
Autonomous thinking.
Real beings must have their own thoughts.
However, among the beliefs of the Shepherd Star Tribe, the creation of galaxies and obedience to their master had become the rules of their existence.
Yet among them, there was one who had freed themselves from these rules and had become a true being.
It was the member of the Shepherd Star Clan who had reached the end of the void.
Han Muye’s soul avatar had not truly forged a being, but he had also managed to forge a real being.
Because as the last member of the Shepherd Star Tribe left the galaxy universe, they, too, became real beings.
“Beings, that is the forbidden zone of refining weapons,” Xu Ziyang nodded, his expression solemn.
“Until I truly can take that step, I will not touch the forbidden zone of refining weapons.”
Zheng Yaoyang beside him also nodded lightly.
They were among the top blacksmiths in the world, the most powerful in refining weapons, and they would ultimately take the step toward creating life.
The words of Han Muye at this moment were just a warning.
Ten years.
In those ten years, Han Muye quietly visited many forces from the void to the divine realm and exchanged many primordial and even universe-level treasures.
When he set foot in the Wasteland of the Divine Realm again, he was accompanied by chaos, the Golden Crow, and the Five Elements Divine Furnace.
These three, now each with a Puppet Fighter body, were all tall and imposing.
As for the God-Slaying Puppet Fighters, they had quietly condensed back into a sliver of metal.
Compared to the three divine beasts, the God-Slaying Puppet Fighters were much more powerful.
In those ten years, Han Muye had helped the God-Slaying Puppet Fighters become truly universe-level battle puppets.
Great Venerable Muyue remained as the caretaker in Cold Moon City, while He Yangsun and others were stationed in Tianxiang City.
Han Muye did not take many treasures with him, but he brought tens of thousands of primordial-level Puppet Fighters.
Thanks to the reward for repairing universe-level treasures, Han Muye’s collection of primordial-level had reached unimaginable levels.
Standing outside the Wasteland, before Han Muye was Kong Zhongqiu from the divine realm, dressed in scholarly robes.
As per the agreement, he was to accompany Han Muye to the Primordial Universe.
He was very curious about the Confucian Dao heritage of the Primordial Universe.
Traveling thousands of miles, several figures fell through the void.
Lunar Ghostfire, dressed in a long gown, one of the overlords of the Primordial
Alongside her were several divine beasts once from the primordial realm, now drifted into the divine realm.
“The Myriad Domains Altar is about to open, are you ready?” Lunar Ghostfire asked Han Muye, speaking in a low voice.
Han Muye’s fame was now immense within the divine realm, with nearly every force wishing to meet him.
Even on the wasteland, his legends abound.
With the power of one man, he changed the landscape of the galaxy universe.
With the power of one man, he drove the galaxy universe’s cultivation to its zenith.
With the power of one man, he began a frenzy across the entire divine realm.
“I’m ready,” Han Muye said softly.
Ready to return to the primordial.
This time, he really was ready.
Lunar Ghostfire nodded, moved, and led everyone towards the center of the Wasteland.
At this moment, a myriad of elites from all directions had already gathered above the Wasteland.
The Contend of Ten Thousand Realms is usually participated in by the younger elites of various forces.
It is a way of honing their own power.
As for the true powerhouses, they are no longer interested in these events and would be hunted by younger elites if they entered the Ten Thousand Domains.
The real elites are not much weaker than these peak powers.
With millions of elites gathered, the aura of the strong had reached a point where the power of heaven and earth around them could no longer converge.
At least they are half-step Universe-level.
Elites are never lacking in the divine realm.
“Master Han.”
“It really is Master Han.”
“I have seen Master Han.”
Cries of surprise rang out as they paid their respects to Han Muye.
A blacksmith grandmaster, and a top one at that, taking part in the Contend of Ten Thousand Realms, was a pleasant surprise to everyone else.
Surely, he would have many allies.
Accompanying him, there would definitely be no shortage of treasures, no lack of Puppet Fighters, no fears of damage to their treasures.
One must know that the duration of the Contend of Ten Thousand Realms is uncertain, it could last for thousands, even tens of thousands of years, and it would be difficult to encounter powerful blacksmiths within.
Most blacksmiths were not strong in combat, and the vast majority would not participate in such elite refinement.
Han Muye smiled and nodded in response.
He saw Shangguan Hong, he also saw Lu Zixu, and many other junior disciples from the seven major families within the divine realm.
Back in the Wasteland, he had met these junior elites of the divine realm, and it was he, Han Muye, who had saved them at that time.
People like Li Changyun and others all nodded slightly towards Han Muye.
“Boom”
Between heaven and earth, a huge vortex was converging.
Credentials in everyone’s hands began to shine.
They lit up like the Flowing Light of the galaxy, and then all the figures rushed towards that vortex.
At this moment, the elites of a million Galaxy Universes were rushing towards the Arena of Strife for the elites of countless universes.
That place, it was said, was the origin of all universes.
The moment the Myriad Domains Altar of the Galaxy Universe opened, the gathering places of elites from various universe worlds uncontrollably began to tremble.
An enormous array formation that shielded the sky began to rotate, enveloping these lands of the elites.
“There it is, the opening of the Contend of Ten Thousand Realms!”
“It’s the trial of the strong in the Galaxy Universe, meant to use the elites of various universes as whetstones.”
“Another darkest day in the myriad worlds has come, this is an endless slaughter…”
In the Primordial Universe, above the Desolate Heaven Territory of the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield, it too was enveloped by a golden halo.
Countless elites looked up, towards the sky above.
“The Contend of Ten Thousand Realms that my adoptive father spoke of has truly arrived,” Huang Zhihu said in a light red armor, her face showing a serious expression.
Behind her was a dark Puppet Fighter.
Primordial-level.
With this Primordial-level Battle Puppet, she had been able to sweep through this Desolate Heaven Territory.
However, as Han Muye said, with the Contend of Ten Thousand Realms imminent, Huang Zhihu, like everyone else, had chosen to keep a low profile.
“Haha, I, Heaven Trampling Immortal Venerable, am going to rampage through the Ten Thousand Domains this time,” Huang Six said with a trace of wildness on his face as battle intent surged within him.
Since arriving at the Desolate Heaven Territory, the name of the Heaven Trampling Immortal Venerable had gone from obscurity to now echoing across tens of thousands of miles.
Especially since the reinforcement troops brought by Huang Zhihu arrived, it had made all parties dare not underestimate them.
Over the years, with the support from Our Heaven Continent, the sword cultivators from the Nine Mysteries Lineage had successively arrived.
At least a million sword cultivators, gathered in the Desolate Heaven Territory, had formed the new Nine Mystic Sword Sect.
“Boom”
Into the void, ships after ships were rushing into the Desolate Heaven Territory.
Seeing this, Huang Six spat out and turned his face away.
These were the junior elites of the various powerful forces from the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield.
The Daoist cultivator force behind the Divine Source Heavenly Palace was the strongest among them, with hundreds of thousands of strong cultivators arriving.
One after another Immortal Venerable realm strong cultivator descended, spreading rapidly throughout the Desolate Heaven Territory.
“All cultivators from the Primordial Universe must obey the command; those who do not follow the decree during the Contend of Ten Thousand Realms will be executed on the spot,” a resounding voice announced.
Figures of Immortal Sovereigns appeared in the sky above the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.
“Nine Mystic Sword Sect, submit or be destroyed.”
A middle-aged man in gold robes spoke sternly, his voice carrying across countless miles.
The Nine Mystic Sword Sect was the largest rebellious force in the Desolate Heaven Territory.
To suppress the Nine Mystic Sword Sect and then unify all forces of the Desolate Heaven Territory against the invasion of the Ten Thousand Domains was the strategy agreed upon by several major forces of the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield.
“Submit…”
Huang Six nodded slightly, then raised his hand and clenched his fist.
“Fuck you”
