Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1023 - 1023 Ancestor of the Sword Dao, Ancient Desolation (2)

Chapter 1023 - 1023 Ancestor of the Sword Dao, Ancient Desolation (2)

1023 Ancestor of the Sword Dao, Ancient Desolation (2)

“Ancestor, repair the teleportation route that His Majesty mentioned and let Duan Min investigate and eliminate the hidden danger.”

Han Muye had once traveled through this pa.s.sage suppressed beneath the Sword Pavilion.

When he left the Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley, he informed Duan Chengzi about this location and had Duan Chengzi connect it to the Myriad Worlds Array.

In this way, the Nine Mystic Mountain would directly link up with the Upper Heaven Region.

As the place where Han Muye grew up, with this teleportation array, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect would definitely be able to rise.

Three days later, Tuoba Cheng stood outside the teleportation array and watched as Zhao Pu led dozens of elders and disciples of the sect, as well as the few Mu family disciples, onto the teleportation array and left the Heavenly Mystic for the Upper Heaven Region.

They would cultivate in the Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley and train in the army of sword cultivators under Huang Zhihu’s command. Then, they would obtain the opportunity to step onto the Performance Platform.

Although the Performance Platform allowed for the comprehension of one’s own cultivation techniques, it didn’t guarantee immediate benefits just by ascending to it.

If one’s determination was not firm and their cultivation was not stable, ascending the Performance Platform could instead lead to a mental breakdown.

Only by tempering themselves and stabilizing their cultivation could they seize the best opportunity to ascend the Performance Platform.

“Sect Master Tuoba, why don’t you go to the Upper Heaven Region?” Han Muye turned to look at Tuoba Cheng.

“After they return, I can almost leave everything behind,” Tuoba Cheng shook his head, a smile on his face.

The power of the White Tiger surged within him, intertwined with his vital energy and sword intent.

Leaving everything behind.

For a great cultivator, the sect was both a source of support and a bond.

A true expert still had to rely on himself in the end.

Tuoba Cheng had been entrusted by Sect Master Jin Ze to do his best for the rise of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

When Zhao Pu and the others returned and handed the Nine Mystic Mountain to them, Tuoba Cheng could pursue his cultivation path with all his might.

In fact, carrying burdens and moving forward was also a form of cultivation.

Han Muye deeply understood this.

Just like his current situation.

Three months after leaving the Western Frontier, Han Muye traveled to the Central Continent together with Mu Wan.

White Deer Mountain Academy.

Imperial City.

Throughout the journey, the two of them lived like ordinary people, experiencing the hardships of the road and sleeping under the stars, witnessing countless scenic views.

Outside the Imperial City, the immortal boat on the Yongding River resembled a celestial city.

With a smile on her face, Mu Wan led Han Muye onto the immortal boat, while Yun Jin, standing on the deck, smiled with tears in her eyes.

…

Twenty years.

Han Muye lived in seclusion in the Heavenly Mystic World for 20 years before quietly leaving.

In the end, Yun Jin did not go to the Upper Heaven Region with Han Muye and the others, but stayed in the Heavenly Mystic World.

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The path of cultivation was fleeting.

In the 20 years that Han Muye had been in the Heavenly Mystic, the entire cultivation world had changed drastically.

The Myriad Worlds Array connected countless worlds.

Cultivators from all over the world went to various worlds through teleportation arrays and saw worlds they had never encountered before.

Short-distance travel was affordable, and many realm cultivators could afford it.

As long as they carried some treasures with them and went to other realms to earn the price difference, they could make up for the cost of teleportation.

As for long-distance teleportation, it was the domain of the wealthy; they didn’t mind the cost of spiritual rocks.

The interconnection of various worlds in the cultivation realm was the most effective way to improve overall strength.

In the past 20 years, 13 Heavenly Venerable cultivators had appeared in the cultivation world.

The number of Dao Ancestors had increased by hundreds.

At this point, the most prosperous place in the cultivation realm was no longer the Upper Heaven Region.

It was the Sinking Wood Abyss where the Performance Platform was located.

This was where the most powerful cultivators in the entire cultivation realm gathered, and it was the residence of countless elite experts.

Even if one didn’t ascend the Performance Platform but only observed from the outside, one could still gain limitless insights.

The entire area within 100,000 miles of the Abyss of Sinking Wood was filled with cultivators.

Even if one couldn’t directly attend the observations, there were various recordings available for sale at the Five Sheep Pavilion.

As long as you desired to watch, you could even request customized recordings.

If you wanted to observe a certain powerful expert’s challenge, the Five Sheep Pavilion would record their challenge specifically for you, as long as you could afford the spiritual rocks.

As for whether those powerful experts would mind or not, there was no need to worry.

The performance platform itself was designed for the cultivation realm to demonstrate techniques, so stepping onto the platform meant no fear of being observed.

Moreover, if one didn’t even dare to let others observe, then what was the point of ascending the platform?

On the contrary, those who surpa.s.sed themselves on the Performance Platform had no fear of others watching.

After recuperating for half a year in the Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley, Han Muye set off quietly once again.

This time, Mu Wan did not accompany him.

He was heading to the ancient wilderness, the land that was once shattered.

There, the Heavenly Stele of the Baxia Clan stood.

Back then, the Qilin, the Martial Marquis, and the divine beasts in the Desolate Forgotten Grounds had all said that they would go to the Desolate Forgotten Grounds to take a look one day.

“Boom!”

A thunderous explosion resounded through the void.

A huge exotic beast was traversing through the void.

“Qiong Qi!”

Xiang Lingshuang, carrying dual swords on his back, exclaimed softly, taking a step forward and focusing his gaze ahead.

In front of him, the strange beast with wings spread open and black scales all over its body was the desolate exotic beast, the ancient ferocious beast, Qiong Qi.

Flying in front of Han Muye, Qiong Qi transformed into a middle-aged man in black armor with demonic patterns all over his face.

Looking at Han Muye, Qiong Qi grinned.

“Everyone, it’s been a long time.” He looked at the demon experts from the wilderness behind Han Muye.

These divine and demonic beasts, who had exhausted their powers in the past, had now reached their peak once again.

This time, Han Muye led them together to search for the lost world of the ancient wilderness.

When they saw the Qiong Qi again, whether it was the Qilin, Chen Qingzhi, or the divine and demonic beasts behind them, they all felt a lot of emotions.

In the ancient Divine Court era, they were all demons under the control of the Divine Court.

Later, when the Divine Court collapsed and the ancient wilderness was shattered, countless powerful beings from the ancient wilderness were killed. They were fortunate enough to survive.

For the demons who had survived from that era to the present, looking back, their experiences were filled with bitterness.

The Qilin sought refuge with the Endless Heavenly Venerables on Shattered Stars Island, Chen Qingzhi remained in the the Heavenly Mystic, suppressing his powers, Qiong Qi was lost on the dam, and those divine and demonic beasts who carried the remnants of the ancient wilderness fell into slumber…

The tides of time rolled on like a surging torrent, and neither the powerful beings nor the ordinary cultivators had the power to resist.

If one wanted to break free from the current of time, they would have to be a kind of powerhouse who could control the entire world.

However, even for such powerhouses, who dared to claim that they truly possessed their own freedom?

“Di Ting has already gone to the old land of the ancient wilderness. He will leave us guidance,” Qiong Qi said softly to Han Muye.

Han Muye’s combat strength had already surpa.s.sed everyone here.

With his divine beast Baxia bloodline, all the surviving ancient wilderness strong beings had no rejection towards him.

“Alright, let’s set off now.”

Han Muye nodded.

Di Ting had the ability to see the past and future, just like Bai Ze.

Only with such abilities can one penetrate the void and find the lost and shattered ancient wilderness of the past.

Crossing billions of miles, utilizing multiple spatial teleportation arrays, Han Muye and several divine beasts with spatial abilities joined forces to break through the barriers of the void.

If it weren’t for these methods, it would probably take a hundred years just to return to the shattered land of the ancient wilderness.

And without the marks left by Di Ting, it would be highly likely that they would never find the location of the ancient wilderness.

“We’re almost there.”

Three years later, the fragmented stones in the front of the void became more numerous, and a hint of desolation filled the air. The Qilin stood on a ma.s.sive meteorite, his expression complex.

All the divine and demonic beasts looked ahead, raising their heads.

That desolate aura was the ancient wilderness.

A glimmer of brightness shone in Han Muye’s eyes.

He could sense that this desolate aura was beneficial to the bodies of the divine and demonic beasts, enhancing their bloodline power and purity.

But this power seemed to be suppressed.

“To be honest, I don’t understand why the ancient wilderness was sacrificed back then.” Chen Qingzhi’s eyes flashed with a sharp light as he stared at the desolate void ahead.

“Have you noticed that something is missing from the ancient wilderness aura here?”

He possessed the body of an Azure Dragon, with formidable cultivation and strength, but he had always suppressed his physical power. Now, as he released the suppression, his blood surged through his body.

“It seems like there’s a trace of ferocity missing,” a senior with tiger stripes on his head murmured.

The stronger the bloodline power, the more one could sense the changes in the aura of the ancient wilderness.

“Indeed, back then, we could hardly control our own power within the ancient wilderness,” a senior in black armor whispered.

“Buzz!”

A resounding sound echoed as Di Ting, dressed in a white robe, descended from the void.

“They extracted the power of the ancient wilderness inheritance from the primordial world.

“Without this primordial source, our bloodline power can no longer evolve.”

Di Ting turned his head to look at Han Muye, his expression grave.

“The same goes for you.

“The only thing that can evolve your bloodline in this world is the Heavenly Stele of the Baxia Clan.

“I don’t know if you have retrieved the power of the Heavenly Stele.”