Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

1371  Primordial Dragon Crocodile, Three Flowers Gathered (3)

Han Muye looked up at Immortal Lord Cengyuan and Qiong Qi.

The auspicious energy above their heads had become extremely thin.

This kind of auspicious energy could barely sustain the operation of the grand array, already at its limit.

Looking back, it seemed that the others on Dripping Blood Cliff also had thin auspicious energy.

He didn't pay much attention before, thinking it was due to their severe consumption, which caused their auspicious energy to thin out. But now, it seemed otherwise.

This was a sign from the heavens!

Thinking about this, Han Muye felt a stir in his heart.

Zhang Guangyuan and the others might have sent him because they knew about this situation.

Only his auspicious energy could possibly reverse all of this.

"I don't know what the seniors want me to do?" Han Muye spoke softly.

He wasn't afraid of schemes but didn't want to be manipulated.

If he was asked to do something extremely difficult, he would refuse.

Even if Dripping Blood Cliff was broken, he was confident that he could bring Han Qi and the others out.

"There's a peerless demon suppressed under Dripping Blood Cliff. If you can subdue this demon, Yunlan Sword Immortal, you can free up the power of the array." Qiong Qi's eyes flickered with a strange light as he spoke in a low voice.

"That's right. In fact, 99% of the power of the array on Dripping Blood Cliff is used to suppress the great demon," said Immortal Lord Cengyuan.

"We've tried it too, but we don't even have the ability to approach a great demon."

"Now we can only place our hope on you, Yunlan Sword Immortal."

It was simple. Han Muye had to take action and slay the suppressed demo.

Both Immortal Lords believed in Han Muye's formidable combat power, and they were confident he could defeat the demon.

"Seniors, this matter is significant; please allow me to consider it," Han Muye didn't give a direct answer or refuse.

He stepped out of the dome and looked around.

The entire Dripping Blood Cliff and even the surrounding void were filled with the aura of blood and death.

This blood aura was the accumulation of countless cultivators and divine beings who had fallen.

"Perhaps Dripping Blood Cliff has reached the point of collapse…"

With a soft sigh, he quickly returned to his residence.

If he hadn't discovered the secret of Dripping Blood Cliff, Han Muye might have believed the two Immortal Lords in charge.

He had various treasures and a vast number of divine crystals and immortal spiritual rocks that could easily sustain the grand array for a while.

But the two Immortal Lords hadn't told him the truth, so how could he give them these treasures?

They were just using him.

The two Immortal Lords wouldn't simply wait to die; they must have plans.

They might even sacrifice him, Han Muye.

He gathered Han Qi and the others and handed out various weapons and treasures.

These treasures wouldn't allow them to defend Dripping Blood Cliff with so few people, but they could secure several key locations.

For example, the main hall and the dome atop Dripping Blood Cliff.

Then, he handed 100 million immortal spiritual rocks to Golden Fire and asked him to deliver them to the cultivators guarding the caves tomorrow.

It wasn't that he was unwilling to give more, but it wasn't necessary.

Among the cultivators guarding, there might be traitors.

If he gave them too much, it might make those who wanted to destroy the grand array more alert.

100 million immortal spiritual rocks would likely keep the grand array running for three to four days.

This way, most of the cultivators would support it wholeheartedly.

As long as Han Qi and Xiang Lingshuang guarded the main hall and the dome, even if he couldn't return immediately, the grand array on Dripping Blood Cliff would remain stable for a while.

With everything in order, Han Muye once again ascended to the dome, then, guided by Cengyuan and Qiong Qi.

Watching his figure disappear within the light beam, Immortal Lord Cengyuan smiled.

"As long as his bloodline can appease the primordial ancient demon suppressed here, we can free our hands and use the power of the grand array to maintain the pool of blood."

"That's our lifeline."

Upon hearing his words, Qiong Qi had a trace of disdain on his face, but he still nodded.

"As long as we have enough bloodline beads, we can exchange for the qualifications to enter the divine realm."

"The promise of that Immortal Venerable won't be false."

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The moment Han Muye stepped into the golden light beam, he sensed a change in the surrounding power.

Looking up, he saw the transformation of the world.

The primordial world.

This was the Primordial World.

Or, to be more precise, it was a simulated Primordial Era.

Vast land, desolation as far as the eye could see, and in the sky, floating worlds suspended in mid-air.

Between the layers of these worlds, countless giant beasts roamed.

Before Han Muye, there was a fusion of potent worldly power.

The aura of primordial earth!

Taking a deep breath, he could feel his bloodline boiling.

This was even more intense than the time in the Desolate Wilderness.

"Roar—"

A colossal beast, stretching 10,000 feet, soared across the sky. It lowered its head, and its long claws swept towards Han Muye.

Before Han Muye could react, a massive black shadow pounced and smashed the beast's neck.

A 100,000-foot-tall black tiger held a three-legged white bird with a broken neck in its mouth and rumbled away.

Golden drops of blood fell, splashing the ground and kicking up clouds of bloody dust.

"Swoosh—"

A sharp swooshing sound pierced the air, and Han Muye swiftly moved to evade the attack of a bird that was only 10 feet in size but had a beak nearly 20 feet long.

The bird let out a shrill cry and charged at Han Muye once more.

Han Muye raised a green sword in his hand.

With a flash of the blade, he cleaved the bird's body in half with its 100-foot-long blade.

"Bang!"

The bird's body tumbled to the ground, leaving a golden drop of blood in front of Han Muye.

As he reached out to grasp the blood bead, a complex expression crossed his face.

The long-beaked Heavenly Source Bird was known for its speed and could transform into thousands of arrows.

Unfortunately, it was already extinct.

It was because of the ancient calamity battle.

Turning his head, a hundred thousand feet away, a one-hundred-foot-tall black panther shrouded in dark red flames slowly emerged.

Before the black panther could pounce, Han Muye had already taken flight.