Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion



"I once left the Nether River and experienced the Heavenly Tribulation." Elder Zhu reminisced, with a hint of nostalgia on his face.

"That feeling, sigh…"

The taste of the Heavenly Tribulation was just like that.

It just gave you the shivers.

Han Qi recalled the fear of being slashed by Han Muye's sword, his entire body filled with lightning, and his entire body unable to move. He couldn't help but tremble again.

On the other hand, Elder Feng revealed a hint of curiosity and eagerness.

He had never left the Nether River.

Han Muye did not hide his purpose for coming to the Nether River.

One was to find the legacy of the Nether River Venerable, and the other was to find Li Mubai.

Actually, from the looks of it, these two things could already be combined into one.

"If we're looking for those missing cultivators, they're probably in the Holy City," Elder Zhu narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice.

"The Holy City's First Elder, Ke Shou'en, used the Soul Sealing Banner to refine the Immortal Venerable's soul in a vain attempt to refine the Venerable's body and soul into the Soul Sealing Banner."

"Some of the information scattered in other realms is left behind by an Immortal Venerable, while others are deliberately spread by Ke Shouen to attract people to the Holy City."

Whether it was the information about Patriarch Blood River in Han Muye's hand or the news of other cultivators that the Nether River could reverse life and death, they all came from the Holy City.

In the Holy City, there were now two factions.

On one side, they supported First Elder Ke Shou'en and quietly followed him, wanting to refine the Immortal Supremacy.

One side supported the Venerable Immortal and wanted to revive the Nether River Venerable.

"We, the living beings in the intermediate Nether River, are bound here and can't leave for the rest of our lives." Elder Feng revealed a complicated expression.

The creatures here had all kinds of restrictions. They might be very powerful with the help of the Nether River, but their combat power would decrease greatly after leaving the Nether River.

In turn, if they wanted to stay away from the Nether River, they would be restrained by its power.

According to Elder Feng, if he left the Nether River, his talent and strength would be continuously weakened.

"Be it the Nether beasts or other exotic beasts, they actually have their own restrictions.

"We also wanted to escape, but unfortunately, we failed."

Elder Zhu looked at Han Muye and Han Qi and said softly, "If you can leave, leave."

"When Ke Shouen refines the Immortal Venerable, they will become the rulers of this world. At that time, everyone will be refined into the Soul Sealing Banner by him."

The Holy City was just an illusion.

Those who reversed life and death used the power of the soul in the Soul Sealing Banner to stimulate life force.

When Ke Shou'en wanted to retract this power, he just had to attack directly.

It was just cutting chives.

Han Muye's expression turned solemn.

He had originally planned not to go to the Holy City for the time being, but now, it seemed that if he did not go, Patriarch Tao Ran and the others would suffer.

Once he accepted the intermediate soul power of the Soul Sealing Banner, it would be difficult to escape.

"Looks like I really have to go to the Holy City," Han Muye said softly and looked up at the distant sky.

Elder Zhu and Elder Feng looked at each other.

"Fellow Daoist Han, if you really go there, we can help you."

"Although it's impossible for us to defeat Ke Shou'en, who wields the Banner of Suppression, we can slow down the power of the Holy City."

Elder Zhu lowered his voice.

The powerful weapon that severely injured Immortal Venerable Minghe back then was a long spear.

This spear suppressed Immortal Venerable Minghe under the Holy City, preventing him from waking up.

If Han Muye pulled out this spear, he could awaken Immortal Venerable Minghe.

As long as Immortal Venerable Minghe woke up, Ke Shou'en's power would definitely be restrained.

"Alright, I'll go find that war spear." Han Muye nodded.

Han Muye and Han Qi left Wind Forest Island. Han Qi continued to transform into a Dragon Sculpture Beast and carried him away.

Seeing the two of them disappear, Elder Feng's eyes revealed a deep look.

"This person's swordsmanship is definitely strong. Perhaps he really might be able to pull out his war spear."

Elder Zhu nodded, his eyes similarly profound.

"After so many years, the opportunity is right in front of us.

"Let them know."

…

"Brother Han, are we really going to the Holy City?" Han Qi's voice sounded from midair.

"What Elder Feng and Elder Zhu said might not be true."

Han Qi really submitted. At this moment, he was speaking for Han Muye's sake.

Han Muye said nothing.

How could he trust the other party?

Raising his hand, a green bamboo flute appeared in his palm.

This was given to him by Elder Zhu to summon the beasts to attack the Holy City at the critical moment.

Looking at the bamboo flute, Han Muye smiled.

With this item, he could see many things he wanted to see.

For example, where did Elder Zhu and the others come from?

"Buzz!"

With the infusion of sword intent, the bamboo flute vibrated gently, and Han Muye's eyes lit up.

Layers of images appeared in his mind.

A long time ago.

Vast.

Under the protection of the towering tree, countless plants grew freely.

However, these plants were all destroyed in the end.

The towering tree also collapsed with a bang.

"So it's a figure from the previous calamity," Han Muye whispered.

Elder Zhu, Elder Feng, and many living beings that remained in the Chaotic Killing Reef had all survived from the previous calamity.

But they were different.

Han Qi only had a bloodline, but Elder Zhu himself came from that era.

Living beings from that era, even if they did not become Immortal Venerables, must be extremely powerful.

In the previous battle, Elder Zhu's performance was really too weak.

"Looks like it's all a scheme…"

Slowly getting up, Han Muye's eyes converged.

He could see the auras in front of him mingling, and the blood-colored Nether River power appeared.

"Let's go straight to the Holy City."

With a low shout, Han Qi spread his four pairs of wings, and his body stirred up endless astral winds.

The moment the seven-headed dragon statue beast rushed into the area controlled by the Nether River, Han Muye felt a strange power probing over.

With a smile on his face, he looked straight ahead.

The seven-headed Dragon Sculpture Beast beast roared loudly, causing the Nether River's water to surge.

His 100,000-foot-long body crossed the Nether River, and in the distance, there was a response from the power between heaven and earth.

That was the Holy City.

"Boom—"

Golden light screens rose one after another.

Still tens of thousands of miles away, Han Muye could see the proficiency light flashing above the Holy City.

The seven-headed Dragon Sculpture Beast could be clearly seen on the light screen.

"Seven-Headed Dragon Sculpture Beast!"

"It's that Seven-Headed Dragon Sculpture Beast!"

"Quick, send a warning. The Seven-Headed Dragon Sculpture Beast is heading straight for the Holy City!"

Countless cries rang out, and the entire Holy City began to fall into chaos.

On the tall city wall, the black-robed ferrymen of the Nether River appeared.

Everyone's expressions were solemn as they stared at the 100,000-foot-tall figure in the light screen.

The six-headed Dragon Sculpture Beast beast that even the First Elder could not tame back then had now transformed into seven heads, and its combat strength had multiplied countless times.

How could the Holy City resist such a powerful exotic beast when the First Elder was missing and the Soul Sealing Banner was not around?

"That, that is, what…" Someone's eyes widened as he looked at the figure standing on the Dragon Sculpture Beast's largest head.

It was a figure wearing a green robe and a face armor, carrying a black demonic sword on his back.

The Dragon Sculpture Beast spread its wings and flew away. That figure stood above its head, as stable as a rock!

There was a person standing on the Dragon Sculpture Beast's head!

As the dragon statue got closer and closer, countless people in the holy city saw the figure above its head.

"It's him!"

"He's not dead!"

"He subdued the Seven-Headed Dragon Sculpture Beast…"

In the Holy City, many whispers could be heard.

They were the cultivators on the 18 Nether River Boats that had arrived a hundred days ago.

On the city wall, Qu Qian and the others widened their eyes as they watched the Dragon Sculpture Beast stop in midair. The figure standing on it looked exactly the same as before!

"Fellow Daoists of the Nether River Holy City, do you want to return the golden pearls you owe me?"

Han Muye stood on the Dragon Sculpture Beast's head and looked at the chaotic Holy City with a smile.