Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Novel - Chapter 2067:
Chapter 2067: 858, Xuanyuan Sword Pool, Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords resonates long_2
“I will probably enter the Sword Hut,” Han Muye’s gaze shifted forward.
On a speckled stone tablet, there were a few large characters.
Initially, this stone tablet stood beside the Sword Pool.
Now, the stone tablet has been moved to the foot of the mountain, and whether the Sword Pool still exists is unknown.
“This is the Divine Monument of my Xuanyuan Sword Pool. Every name inscribed upon it is the glory of my Xuanyuan Sword Pool.”
“To enter the Xuanyuan Sword Pool, you must pay homage to the Divine Monument and comprehend the Sword Dao Heavenly Heart that my Xuanyuan Sword Pool upholds in the world.”
The white-bearded elder standing before the stone steps spoke indifferently, not minding the thousands of excited youths below, ready to enter the Xuanyuan Sword Pool, as he began to speak unhurriedly.
He first introduced the glorious past of the Xuanyuan Sword Pool, then talked about the rules for sword cultivators, and continued unabated with stories from the martial world he considered rather splendid.
The new disciples were somewhat impatient, but the elder then raised his hand, “Pass the Divine Monument, test your temperament and potential, and then choose whether to enter the Sword Hall or the Sword Hut.”
As he spoke, a trace of chill flashed in his eyes.
“You should understand the rules of the Tiger Spirit Realm. If you have other designs in mind, then you shall leave your lives beneath the Divine Monument.”
Having said that, he took a step back.
The disciples, who had been impatient earlier, quickly stepped forward to stand before the Divine Monument, then bowed respectfully.
As they bowed, a faint spiritual light appeared on the Divine Monument.
This signified the Divine Monument’s recognition.
The disciples’ faces revealed joy, and they hurriedly ran up the mountain path behind the Divine Monument.
According to Shao Yang, the white-bearded elder, as long as the Divine Monument recognized them, they were already qualified to enter the Xuanyuan Sword Pool.
Ahead, groups of youths bowed before the Divine Monument and then departed.
“Hum——”
A name on the Divine Monument emitted a thread of golden light.
Shao Yang glanced over, then pointed with his hand, and a youth in a green robe flew forward.
“What is your name?” Shao Yang asked.
The youth was a bit stunned and looked up, “I, disciple, am named Yu Gesheng.”
Shao Yang nodded, then turned to look at the stone tablet: “You have a connection with my Sword Pool’s ancestor, Yu Situ, the Master, possibly through bloodline transmission or perhaps as his reincarnated soul.”
“Henceforth, you will cultivate in the Sword Hut, and we will provide you with exclusive cultivation resources.”
Exclusive cultivation resources, what good fortune!
Shao Yang’s words made everyone around show a look of envy.
Yu Gesheng looked stunned for a moment, then took out a broken sword carefully from his bosom.
“My family has always preserved this broken sword, claiming it belonged to an ancestor. I never expected this sword to originally belong to an elder of the Xuanyuan Sword Pool.”
“Then, my Yu family also has an orderly inheritance…”
A mix of emotion and excitement surfaced on his face.
The appearance of such a fortunate individual as Yu Gesheng made the youths waiting behind envy him.
Many were rubbing their hands together, eager to see if they had enough luck of their own.
Sure enough, within a short time, seven or eight individuals connected to the Sword Pool were selected.
“Hum——”
When the Divine Monument rang out again, everyone once more looked up.
But this time, what they awaited was not Shao Yang’s question, but a sword in his hand.
Bright sword light aimed directly at a youth wearing a jade crown.
The youth was startled at first, then trembled all over, flashing a body away, retreating by a foot.
“Outsiders must not pry into the mysteries of the Sword Pool and the Divine Source Heavenly Palace; do you understand this rule?” Shao Yang’s gaze fell on the youth as he asked indifferently.
People from the outer world!
All the youths standing before the Divine Monument were startled, then hastily dispersed in panic.
The youth who had been struck by the sword showed a change of expression, and finally nodded.
Shao Yang sheathed his sword and waved his hand, “Leave now. As a physical being entering the Tiger Spirit Realm, be careful not to lose your life.”
With that, he looked around, “The Tiger Spirit Realm does not repel outsiders, but all those who come in physical form cannot cultivate in the Sword Pool or the Divine Source Heavenly Palace.”
“This is a rule.”
The true body entering the Ruins Realm would take away the Primordial World Origin.
The stronger the force one cultivated in, the more resources would be taken away upon leaving.
This was the reason why the Divine Source Heavenly Palace and the Sword Pool prevented those who entered the Ruins Realm in their physical bodies from entering for cultivation.
Shao Yang raised his hand towards the Divine Monument, a trace of reminiscence crossing his face.
“From the Heavenly Sword Ancestral Master to Fearless Ancestor Master, my Xuanyuan Sword Pool has had over three thousand cultivators from the Outer Realm join. It is because of them that we have our Sword Pool inheritance today.”
“As long as you truly cultivate in my Sword Pool, we will not refuse you.”
Cultivating in the Ruins Realm with one’s soul brings back only comprehension.
Han Muye nodded slightly.
Perhaps it is also the attitude of the Tiger Spirit Ruins Realm that makes the power of the entire Ruins Realm increasingly strong, right?
The youth standing in the front showed a flicker of expressions, finally bowing to Shao Yang, then saluting the surrounding youths.
“I am Xiong Jinliang, I hope for your care should we meet in the martial world.”
Having said that, he moved and was already a hundred feet away.
Although his cultivation abilities were suppressed, it was evident he was at the half-step Heavenly Realm.
In the Tiger Spirit Ruins Realm, currently, the highest one can accommodate is a Half-step Immortal Monarch.
However, those with such cultivation abilities were mostly at the Sea Immortal Island or in the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace.
In the mundane kingdoms, being at the Heavenly Mystic World was also considered a strong presence.
The departure of Xiong Jinliang left a wistful expression on the faces of the young crowd.
Han Muye turned his head to look at Shao Yang ahead.
This old man’s cultivation wasn’t bad; he had already reached the Immortal Realm.
Even though the Tiger Spirit Ruins Realm suppressed it, Immortal Realm cultivation was still not considered weak. When Han Muye became famous throughout the entire Ruins Realm, what he displayed was merely the combat strength of the Human Immortal Realm.
The entrance test continued, and everyone held the Divine Monument in greater awe.
“Han Wuxie, aren’t you going?” The youth standing beside Han Muye walked forward and turned his head to look at Han Muye.
The youth’s name was Li Si, who encountered Han Muye halfway and had come here together.
Han Muye waved his hand: “I will watch for a bit longer.”
Seeing that he was not in a hurry, Li Si took a few steps to reach the stone tablet, bowed, and then briskly walked up the mountain path.
It wasn’t until everyone had stepped onto the mountain path that Han Muye, alongside the last few, walked up to the stone tablet.
“Hum—”
The stone tablet trembled lightly.
Shao Yang’s gaze fell on these few individuals.
Those youth already selected and with a connection to the Sword Pool were all curious and looked over.
Who was this?
The youth standing next to Han Muye looked up, a hint of emotion on his face.
“I hadn’t expected that I could return to the Sword Pool.”
He whispered softly, then took a step forward, raised his hand, and pressed it on the stone tablet.
On the stone tablet, a name faintly emitted golden light.
“So it is Uncle-Master Wu Zhu who has returned,” Shao Yang bowed slightly.
The youth named Wu Zhu sighed lightly, nodded his head, straightened his clothes, bowed towards the stone tablet, and then walked to the side of the waiting youths.
This individual had reincarnated, and with memories of his past life intact, his cultivation would advance faster than others, but the later stages would prove to be more difficult.
With two lifetimes of memories overlapping, reaching the pinnacle of the world relied on fate.
Han Muye’s gaze rested on the names on the stone tablet.
At the top and in front, he saw his own name.
Heavenly Sword Venerable.
Below were Sun Wuju, Luo Kun, as well as Xu Jue.
The detachment of the Xuanyuan Sword Pool originated from this.
The most powerful beings in this world had all cultivated at the Sword Pool.
Around these names, and at the lower positions, Han Muye also saw the names of some people he knew from the days of his cultivation at the Sword Pool.
What truly upheld the Sword Pool were they.
“Hum—”
As Han Muye’s gaze lingered, the humming from the Divine Monument grew louder.
In that moment, it seemed as though all the names on the Divine Monument trembled.
Shao Yang narrowed his eyes, looking around.
He did not sense anything unusual with these disciples before him.
Could it be that there is a foreign enemy invading?
At this moment, at the peak of the mountain, within several thatched huts, several white-haired elders opened their eyes.
“The Divine Monument has sensed something, but is it a warning, or has a predecessor of the Sword Pool returned…”
“I am from the thirty-first generation of the Sword Pool’s legacy, and those above me, only those from Great Venerable Luo Kun’s generation are still around. Could it be Heavenly Emperor Luo Kun who has arrived?”
“Who is this predecessor that could cause such a tremor in the Divine Monument…”
In front of the Divine Monument, Han Muye diverted his gaze.
He walked slowly toward the mountain path.
The others followed suit.
As they departed, the Divine Monument gradually fell silent.
“Could it really be that a predecessor of the Sword Pool has returned?” Shao Yang watched the silhouettes of the crowd and muttered to himself.
Han Muye followed the unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar mountain path.
In this moment, he felt as if he had returned to the days when he presided over the Sword Pool.
“Hum—”
At the summit of the mountain, within a sword pool spanning ten thousand feet and filled with three-foot-long swords, the sound of sword chanting began to resonate.
In the next instant, all the long swords in the pool began to vibrate and hum.
The sound of sword chanting echoed throughout the Xuanyuan Sword Pool!
