Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion



After guarding this world for 300,000 years, the Divine Emperor already had thoughts of this world.

He didn't want to leave, and he certainly didn't want to hand it over to the battling sects.

Looking at Wen Mosheng in front of him, Han Muye was momentarily speechless.

Indeed, there was no right or wrong in the world.

People in this world were not inherently good or bad.

From the moment cultivators embarked on the path of cultivation, they had overcome all obstacles along the way. They had stepped on the bones of others to advance.

Which cultivator hadn't spilled blood on his hands?

Good people?

Good people didn't last long in the world of cultivation.

The Divine Emperor who had suppressed this world couldn't possibly be a good person.

The Wood Deity, Marquis Zhenyang, and the powerful figures of the Upper Three Heavens were not good people.

What about himself?

Han Muye shook his head.

He couldn't be considered a good person either.

For his cultivation path and the path of longevity, he had already killed countless cultivators and living creatures.

"So, are you going to use this battle to rebuild the Divine Court?" Han Muye looked at Wen Mosong.

Some people wanted to open the Ascension Platform, while others wanted to send off the ancient powerhouses while it was open. Still others wanted to rebuild the Divine Court.

Countless people had countless thoughts.

"Rebuilding the divine court?" Wen Mosheng shook his head.

"If you want to rebuild it, I can give you a few relics from the Ancient Divine Court. Perhaps some old officials who have a fondness for the glory of the past will come forward to follow you."

There were many such old officials.

Han Muye had seen Divine Generals and other officials of the Divine Court, and he still had some nostalgia for them.

But rebuilding the Divine Court was another matter entirely.

No one had suppressed this world with the Divine Court for countless years, and who would want to bear the burden of the yoke on their shoulders?

"I have no desire to rebuild the Divine Court," Han Muye paused and said softly. "I just want to cultivate well and see the scenery that I have never seen before."

The more he cultivated, the more afraid he was of life, and the more he wanted to climb to the lonely peak.

This was the driving force behind why so many strong cultivators pursued their goals and broke through barriers.

Unconsciously, Han Muye had already adopted the mindset of a strong cultivator.

"Since you don't want to rebuild the Divine Court, what do you want?" Han Muye asked Wen Mosheng.

To seek revenge against the ancient powers who destroyed the Divine Court back then?

The Divine Emperor couldn't do it then, and the Divine Emperor couldn't do it now.

"I have my own goals," Wen Mosheng shook his head and looked at Han Muye.

"Kid, we will do everything we can in this Dao battle, but the outcome will be determined by fate."

"If the ancient powers of the Upper Three Heavens offer the Heavenly Mystic World as a sacrifice, just do your best to protect the people you need to protect and take them away with you."

"I know you have a Dao sword that can carry millions of creatures through the void."

After Wen Mosheng finished speaking, he raised his hand and tossed out a green jade seal.

"This is the seal of my sect. If you have the chance to go to the Immortal World, please bring it back for me."

Han Muye reached out to take it and saw the words 'Murong Zheng' below the seal.

The Divine Emperor's name was Murong Zheng.

This was his name in the Immortal Realm's sects.

Now, he was Wen Mosheng.

When Han Muye looked up again, Wen Mosheng was already gone.

He tightly held the jade seal and a glint of light shone in his eyes..

With a movement, he traversed space and descended into the Heavenly Mystic Imperial City.

In the main hall of the Imperial City, tens of thousands of councilors were diligently calculating and strategizing, predicting the outcome of the impending war in front of the starry light screen.

Han Muye's arrival did not interrupt their work.

"What are our chances of winning?" Han Muye stood in front of the light screen and asked in a low voice.

"According to the current battle situation, the Heavenly Mystic is sure to win." Behind him, Xu Wei's voice sounded.

Xu Wei was the head of the councilors.

In the hall, everything was under his jurisdiction.

And in crucial moments, he could give orders directly, bypassing the bureaucracy.

"Based on the current situation." Han Muye's gaze fell on the light screen in front of him.

In it, the Heaven Mystic army had already surrounded and divided the various forces of the Immortal Spirit, forming three blockades around the Immortal Spirit Star.

If it were just a matter of military conflict, this battle would already be over.

The lightning attack launched by the Heavenly Mystic caught the Immortal Spirit army off guard, preventing them from launching an effective counterattack.

For over a year, these 10,000 councilors in the hall had worked tirelessly, planning for all possible scenarios and strategizing the military tactics to the fullest extent.

It resulted in the current situation.

"What's our next move?"

Han Muye asked without moving his gaze.

"Encircle and kill," Xu Wei said directly.

Encircle and kill the Immortal Spirit Star.

Not by directly attacking the Immortal Spirit Star, but by using the military to slowly wear it down.

Exhausting all the life force of the Immortal Spirit World.

This kind of battle was not exciting at all.

However, it was the most effective way to win the Dao War.

The Dao War was a battle of life and death, and the temporary outcome was not important.

What mattered was the complete annihilation of the opponent.

"What countermeasures will the Immortal Spirit World have?" Han Muye asked again.

This time, Xu Wei did not speak. Instead, he raised his hand and beckoned to someone.

A scholar in a green robe stood up and bowed to Han Muye.

"Tiger Head? You're a councilor now?" Han Muye looked at the youth with a hint of innocence in his eyes.

Isn't this Shao Datian and Cuicui's kid?

"Reporting to Prime Minister Han, Shao Tianfeng joined the Council through his own knowledge and was selected as a councilor," Xu Wei said with a light laugh.

Han Muye nodded.

Shao Tianfeng, the tiger follows the dragon, and the wind follows the tiger. This name was sought by Shao Datian after consulting with many people.