Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1418 Reintegration Rules, Refining the Primordial Armor (2)

A long dragon traversed the world, from the Sword Pool all the way to the shores of the Eastern Sea.

The entire world was stunned by this scene.

"Senior Heavenly Sword!"

"It's the Heavenly Tang Guardian, and the Mystic Qin Emperor—"

Countless people looked up and exclaimed.

"Are there really immortals in this world…"

This time, everyone witnessed the presence of immortals up close.

Standing on the horizontally suspended long sword, wasn't that an immortal?

"Boom—"

Endless swordlight broke through a barrier in the sky.

Spiritual light flashed above the Eastern Sea, and immortal energy surged.

"Which demonic being dares to attack my Lingxiao Heavenly Sect?" a majestic voice echoed.

Countless warriors in golden armor flew towards the scene.

The long dragon of swordlight roared, shattering the golden-armored formation.

Han Muye raised his hand, and a long sword landed in his hand.

With a wave of his hand, the swordlight cut through the sea ahead, creating waves that spread for miles.

This strike made the remaining golden-armored warriors tremble and retreat.

On the way, Luo Kun was already astonished by Han Muye's methods.

This was an unprecedented power of immortality!

This was the power of an immortal that had never been seen in the world!

"To dare to take away even my disciple, your Lingxiao Heavenly Sect doesn't need to be left alive."

Han Muye's voice rang out.

One man, one sword.

Every swing of the swordlight caused the earth and sky to shatter.

On a solitary island three thousand miles away, golden light turned into a curtain, beneath which stood an extensive hall.

Han Muye squinted his eyes.

In front of the hall, Xu Jue, who had lost his arms, knelt.

"Master, fearless senior brother, he was—" Xu Jue spat out a mouthful of blood, his body limp on the ground.

In Han Muye's eyes, a killing intent flickered. With a thrust of his sword, the barrier blocking his way shattered.

"Despicable—"

"Our Lingxiao Heavenly Sect is in charge of this world. Its dignity cannot be violated!

"Ancestors in the heavens, our Lingxiao Heavenly Sect has held the dao for millions of years, and now, in the face of evildoers, we pledge to die—"

Figures rushed towards Han Muye and the long sword light.

They were willing to die, as if seeking a swift end.

Han Muye's sword did not pause for a moment.

With one swing, it shattered these figures and the hall behind them.

What immortal? What person? It was just a sword.

After shattering the hall, he paused slightly.

In the hall, a 30-foot-tall alchemy furnace emitted a radiant glow.

"Five Elements Furnace…"

How similar was this to the Five Elements Furnace in his hands?

Back then, Wu Zhiqi was suppressed under the Five Elements Furnace.

Luo Kun leaped into the air, kicking the alchemy furnace.

Within the furnace, a faint red halo fell.

"Master…"

Sun Wuju's voice came from within the halo.

"No fear!" Luo Kun gritted his teeth and stared at Sun Wuju, who was only left with a ball of light.

"Master, I finally understand," Sun Wuju's ethereal figure emerged from the halo.

He looked at Luo Kun, then at Han Muye, who had landed in front of him, and said softly, "Longevity is not what I seek.

"I just want to be a human."

Raising his head, he looked at the sky with a smile on his face. "Being human is truly wonderful…"

As his words fell, his figure slowly dissipated.

"Master, please save Wuju!" Luo Kun looked at Han Muye in panic.

Far away, Xu Jue, who had lost both arms, also showed a look of urgency.

"Do you both want to save him?" Han Muye looked at Luo Kun and Xu Jue.

They both nodded quickly.

Han Muye raised his hand, and a golden bead landed in his palm.

Heavenly Abyss Pearl.

There was no longer a Heavenly Abyss Pearl in this world.

Han Muye clenched his fist, and the Heavenly Abyss Pearl shattered, releasing its power into the world.

This power infused into the dissolving figure of Sun Wuju, making him seem more solid.

Han Muye raised his hand, and countless Heavenly Abyss Pearls appeared.

"Take care of these Heavenly Abyss Pearls."

"Whether he can be saved depends on you."

Han Muye said softly and disappeared.

Luo Kun and Xu Jue looked at the Heavenly Abyss Pearls in front of them and then at the only remaining phantom of Sun Wujue.

300 years passed, and Han Muye had not returned.

But the world's forces were constantly changing.

50,000 Heavenly Abyss Pearls merged into the world, revitalizing it.

One hundred years ago, at the former site of Lingxiao Heavenly Palace in the Eastern Sea, a spirit pool appeared.

A hundred years later, within the spiritual pool, over a hundred green lotus plants blossomed.

Five hundred years later, this world had become a radiant place.

The cultivation methods spread from the Eastern Sea created numerous cultivators in this realm.

The legacy of Qi Refiners reappeared.

When Han Muye returned to the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace, he saw Sun Wuju, Luo Kun, and Xu Jue.

At this moment, Sun Wujue looked handsome, with a long sword on his back and silver battle armor.

Luo Kun was clad in black armor, exuding a profound aura.

As for Xu Jue, he had golden wooden arms, agile and extraordinary.

Seeing Han Muye again, the expressions of the three were incredibly complex.

"Senior God Slayer, it's time to leave." Han Muye looked at Sun Wuju and spoke softly.

Sun Wuju nodded.

He turned to look at Luo Kun.

"Are you really not leaving?"

Hearing his words, Luo Kun nodded and laughed. "I'm not leaving."

His gaze fell on Xu Jue, and there was a hint of emotion in Luo Kun's expression.

"From now on, I'll stay in this realm."

He reached out, and in the palm of his hand was a black scale.

It was a scale from the Primordial Armor.

"I fell before the 11th heavenly tribulation, leaving only my remnant soul in the Primordial Armor."

"Later, the force of death and silence eroded, and my divine soul lost consciousness."

Luo Kun remembered his own memories.

Entering the Ruins Realm, he escaped the suppression of the force of death and silence.

In this realm's cultivation, unconsciously, his memories awakened.