Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Novel - Chapter 1983
Chapter 1983: 820, Return to the Desolate Wilderness, Desolate Heaven Territory Nine Mystic Sword Sect
“Boom”
Before Huang Six could throw a punch, a cyan sword light had already slashed out from behind him.
The person wielding the sword was tall and robust, with a three-foot-long sword as heavy as a mountain in his hand. When his sword struck, it was as if mountains were exploding.
Swinging his sword a million times, Rock Shattering, Mountain Splitting!
The sword protector from the Nine Mystic Sword Pavilion, Lin Shen, Instructor Lin.
As the sword light emerged, mountains within the void came smashing down.
The area in the void from where the sound had originated was crushed by a massive mountain, and dozens of figures clad in brocade black armor tumbled in disarray, their golden blood scattered.
“Boom—”
The silhouette of the long sword slashed the void, breaking apart the shattered space, leaving a dark rift that could not heal for a moment.
The power of a single sword, sundering the heavens and fracturing the earth.
The sword technique that once swung a million times, Rock Shattering and Mountain Splitting, now possessed the power to rend asunder the cosmos itself.
Instructor Lin Shen held his long sword, its edge pointing forwards, his battle intent fully enveloping him.
“Nine Mystic Sword Sect, do you truly intend to betray our Primordial Universe?” spoke a person dressed in a cyan robe, wearing a jade crown on his head, wielding a nine-section bronze long club in his hand, his face filled with anger.
The other elites from the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield emerged everywhere in the sky, their eyes radiating killing intent.
His reply was met with Huang Six’s fist, which he could no longer hold back.
“Stop using righteousness to oppress others!”
The golden punch transformed into a long dragon, thundering and roaring. With a sweep of its colossal body, its long tail knocked away the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield elites.
No one could withstand the might of a single punch from Huang Zhihu, the Heaven Trampling Immortal Venerable.
Had it not been for Huang Zhenxiong’s overwhelming strength, he would not have been able to dominate the Desolate Heaven Territory for so many years, uncontrollable by anyone.
With one punch, a thousand miles of void were empty, without a single bird or person.
“Enough talk if you want to fight,” grumbled Huang Six, turning to look at Huang Zhihu beside him.
“Zhihu, I’ll leave the sect matters to you. Fight boldly; your old man will support you.” Huang Six grinned, his body shimmering with dark golden light from the great demon.
Huang Zhihu glanced at him, then shifted her gaze toward the figures advancing from the void ahead.
Those leading the charge were at least Immortal Sovereigns, those with considerable strength and background in the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield.
Although the Nine Mystic Sword Sect from the Desolate Heaven Territory had a million sword cultivators, they truly couldn’t withstand these powerful beings coming from the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield.
However, for Huang Zhihu, she had never relied on the power of a million sword cultivators.
She lifted her long sword, and behind her, the black battle puppet stepped out instantaneously.
“Hum”
The puppet grew a thousand feet tall, like a mountain, standing in the void.
Following this Primordial-level Battle Puppet’s move.
Other battle puppets of various levels flew out, forming a battle formation.
“It’s the battle puppets of the Galaxy Universe!” an elite who came from the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield recognized the battle puppets and showed a look of fear.
“Do they have the backing of the Galaxy Universe?”
The elites originally eager to charge forward all hesitated, no longer daring to advance.
The battle puppets of the Galaxy Universe had swept across the Ten Thousand Domains; even the Primordial Universe had been broken by them in their prime.
Even though the current Primordial Universe was no longer under the Galaxy Universe’s control, the fear of the Galaxy Universe still spread among the major powers.
According to the legends within the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield, the battle puppets of the Galaxy Universe were invincible.
Especially those named after primordial divine beasts, these Primordial Chaos Battle Puppets had combat strength that surpassed the common Immortal Venerable realm; only a few of the top powerful beings in the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield could contend with them.
It was thousands of these Primordial-level Battle Puppets that had destroyed the ancient inheritances in the ancient times.
“Let’s go. We’ll settle the scores when the Contend of Ten Thousand Realms begins and they’ve scattered. By then, it will be time to settle accounts,” commanded the Middle-aged Man in Robes, turning to leave.
If they couldn’t subdue the Nine Mystic Sword Sect of the Desolate Heaven Territory, they still had other forces to conquer.
They would first make alliances with other parties, agreeing to coordinate attacks and defenses during the Contend of Ten Thousand Realms.
A potentially explosive battle subsided; within the entire city, countless sword cultivators cheered.
The large city, guarded by a million sword cultivators, was a true Sword Cultivator’s City.
“It is said that when the true fusion of the Ten Thousand Domains occurs, everyone will be drawn to places corresponding to their own cultivation levels,”
Huang Zhihu turned her head to look back at the large city, a hint of doubt on her face: “The cultivators from the Galaxy Universe, due to their relatively weak personal strength and reliance on the power of battle puppets and armor, will likely be drawn to lower levels.”
“Many disciples of our Sword Pavilion are also at lower cultivation levels, I’m afraid they will encounter those strong beings from the Galaxy Universe.”
The power of the battle puppets does not represent their own cultivation levels; the cultivators from the Galaxy Universe have a great advantage in this Contend of Ten Thousand Realms.
They would fight their way from the lower levels all the way to the top, cutting through the Ten Thousand Domains to return triumphantly.
“Heh, we sword cultivators fear no challenge,” said Li Three, standing behind Huang Zhihu, dressed in black and with a wine gourd hanging at her waist, a lazy smile on her face.
Yet, the sword intent emanating from her was dazzling to the extreme.
“Auntie is right,” nodded Huang Zhihu, her gaze directed towards the distant sky.
There, one could see countless worlds rapidly approaching.
“To cultivate in this lifetime and encounter such a great struggle, how exhilarating,” said Patriarch Tao Ran standing not far away, anticipation on his face.
His cultivation abilities were not high; he had not even reached the Immortal Lord level, barely at the Zenith Heaven Realm.
Such cultivation abilities could only be considered middle-low level within the Nine Mystic Sword Sect of the Desolate Heaven Territory.
For many years, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect had waged wars in all directions, supported by Our Heaven Continent and Immortal Burial City, with countless resources accumulated for cultivation, making the average cultivation and combat strength of the million sword cultivators at the Zenith Heaven Realm level.
