Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Novel - Chapter 873
873 Behind the Scenes is a Sacrifice (3)
On the other hand, the Daoist Faction had more top-notch powerhouses. Yuling Dao Palace had five Divine Venerables.
There was no way to transcend, and it was a cultivation technique in the cultivation world. Of course, he had the intention to open the seal.
Han Muye looked up at Wen Mosheng and then at the other cultivators.
They already knew the outcome.
Whether it was the Heavenly Mystic or the Immortal Spirit, they would all be sacrificed.
However, they were still holding on with all their might.
Since the outcome would not be changed, what was the point of all this?
Whether it was the Heavenly Mystic or the Immortal Spirit, they were destined to be sacrificed for a hundred years.
What was the use of winning or losing?
“In the Upper Three Heavens, there are still different opinions, which is why there’s this battle. Otherwise, we would have worked together to break the seal long ago,” the sword cultivator said in a low voice.
That was the truth.
The sacrifice of a world, the living beings of a world, was nothing to the Almighty cultivators.
What they cared about were the thoughts of the other experts.
Sacrifice with Daoism, this was the result of the final compromise.
“Therefore, your battle can’t be exposed.” Han Muye looked at the Sword Pavilion expert.
This battle in the void could only be a secret battle between two large factions. The casualties here could only be unknown.
Being able to use the Dao as a sacrifice was already the outcome of this game.
However, just by fighting in this land of nothingness, could he protect the Heavenly Mystic and the Immortal Spirit World from being sacrificed?
In Han Muye’s opinion, such a sacrifice was actually meaningless.
When the Dao Competition began, it meant that the Heavenly Mystic and the Immortal Spirit had been abandoned.
“Minister Wen, what are you insisting on?” Han Muye looked at Wen Mosheng.
The battle in the Upper Three Heavens could not have started suddenly.
The debate over whether to open the seal could go back tens of thousands or even 100,000 years.
Han Muye recalled that Wen Mosheng had been guarding the Heavenly Mystic for 10,000 years. Chen Qingzhi said that he had sacrificed a lot and refused to leave.
“Everyone has their own obsession.”
Wen Mosheng looked at Han Muye and smiled. “If that day really comes, help me take Gao Xiaoxuan and Wuhen away.
“You know, he’s me.”
Gao Xiaoxuan?
“In that battle 10,000 years ago, the Heavenly Mystic was almost consigned to eternal damnation. It was Minister Wen who held on,” Chen Qingzhi whispered and sighed.
Ten thousand years ago.
Ten thousand years ago, Minister Wen was prepared to send Gao Xiaoxuan and Bai Qingyu away.
“Han Muye, don’t worry. If you’re really doomed, I’ll guarantee that you won’t die,” Wen Mosheng said calmly, his eyes flickering.
With that, he raised his hand and waved. Han Muye and the world behind him kept changing.
When he looked up again, he was already standing on the flying ship.
Nothingness and the Void might be separated by a thin line, but they existed on different planes of existence.
Han Muye’s strength was still a distance away from that level.
“The battle in the Upper Three Heavens?” Han Muye smiled.
“Then wouldn’t it be more interesting to lure the forces outside the dam?” After saying this softly, he turned around and walked into the cabin.
“Oh my, you didn’t even knock when you came in.
“Ahem, tell me, why are you looking for me?” The disheveled Mo Shenghua pretended to be calm and looked at Han Muye.
Behind him, Sun Yuru, who had tidied up her clothes, also blushed.
“I’m here to look for Martial Aunt Sun.” Han Muye ignored Mo Shenghua.
Sun Yuru was stunned and looked up at Han Muye.
Mo Shenghua frowned.
Was it because of Sun Yuru’s Immortal Spirit identity?
“I want to ask Martial Aunt to return to the Immortal Spirit World and help me deliver a letter to Senior Sun Youdao.” Han Muye raised his hand, and a light purple cloth appeared.
