Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1317 - 1317 Mastery of the Power of the Calamity, Rules!

Chapter 1317 - 1317 Mastery of the Power of the Calamity, Rules!

1317 Mastery of the Power of the Calamity, Rules!

Huang Six punched the burly man’s face crooked, then reached out and took the green jade back.

“Patriarch, I was wondering why you haven’t seen anyone for hundreds of years. So you came to the Nether River.”

After handing the Green Mystic Jade to Patriarch Tao Ran, Huang Six frowned and said, “Why is your lifespan about to end?”

Patriarch Tao Ran’s current cultivation level had just entered the Soul Formation realm, and he was still very far from the Half-Saint realm.

Hearing Huang Six’s words, Patriarch Tao Ran revealed a dejected expression and shook his head.

Back in the day, Patriarch Tao Ran was a big shot on the Nine Mystic Mountain, but he had been surpa.s.sed by the younger generation without him noticing.

His innate talent in cultivation was not exceptionally outstanding, and he had wasted time when he was at the half-step Heaven Realm.

Now, after 2,000 years had pa.s.sed, his cultivation progress had stagnated, and his remaining lifespan was short.

“d.a.m.n it, b*stard!” The big man who had been knocked down by Huang Six roared and lunged at him.

Huang Six did not even blink.

“Bang!”

Luo Ren kicked the guy away with a single blow from his sloping stab.

Then, Feng Yi, Daoist Shi Yuan, and the others had already rushed forward.

Were they banding together in the Nether River?

The surrounding people quickly dispersed, afraid that they would be splashed with blood.

In the Nether River, one could only fight with the power of the body and the soul. The use of fists was better than cultivation.

After a series of bangs, the burly man’s eyes and mouth were crooked as he fled for his life.

If he didn’t leave now, his neck would be crooked.

Patriarch Tao Ran adjusted his clothes and looked at Han Muye.

Even though he was currently wearing a face mask and his clothes were filled with a sinister aura, in Tao Ran Elder’s eyes, he was still the spirited young man he remembered.

“The Nether River is a place for cultivators like me, who have no hope of moving forward. Your cultivation is stable. What are you doing here?”

With Han Muye’s cultivation, he shouldn’t be short of lifespan, right?

Two thousand years ago, Han Muye had already become the ancestor of the Sword Dao.

Han Muye smiled and waved his hand. “Let’s go back and talk.”

Patriarch Tao Ran had arrived in the Nether River world more than 200 years ago.

Previously, when he was wandering in other realms and heard that there was a rebirth method in the Nether River, he was tempted.

“In this life, I have regrets and glory. I can’t bear to part with my memories in this life just like that. I just want to re-cultivate.”

Patriarch Tao Ran looked at Han Muye and Huang Six with a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

Whether it was sacrificing himself at the most critical moment in the Nine Mystic Mountain, leaving the sect, or fighting to the death when he returned later, Patriarch Tao Ran had never regretted it.

After that, the entire Western Frontier soared, and the Nine Mystic Sword School soared into the sky. Han Muye controlled the Heaven Mystic Realm and finally became an absolute expert among sword cultivators in the Immortal Source World.

Huang Six had also become a Heaven Trampling Sage, and his cultivation level was extraordinary.

Patriarch Tao Ran and the other elders of the Sword Sect naturally benefited from it and rose in status. They were respected everywhere and no one dared to offend them. They did not lack cultivation resources.

But sometimes, cultivation really didn’t require resources.

Patriarch Tao Ran and Tuoba Cheng were both in the Heaven Realm.

Fortunately, Tuoba Cheng had waited for the Immortal Source World to advance to the Immortal World. With the help of immortal qi, his cultivation level increased.

Tao Ran had left the Immortal Source World early, and he’d missed his opportunity instead.

Hearing Han Muye say that the Immortal Source World had already advanced to the Immortal World, Patriarch Tao Ran looked confused. Then, he smiled bitterly and shook his head, muttering to himself.

Han Muye took out some immortal spiritual rocks and a few divine crystals and handed them to Patriarch Tao Ran.

In his opinion, what Patriarch Tao Ran lacked was not treasures, but the drive in his heart.

“Patriarch, don’t worry. We’ll definitely find opportunities on this trip to the Holy City.”

Hearing his words, Patriarch Tao Ran smiled and nodded.

Huang Six directly arranged for Patriarch Tao Ran to be on this Nether River Ferry. With his current name, he only needed to say h.e.l.lo to this matter.

Han Muye didn’t care about these things. He set up an array formation and took out the short sword.

The short sword looked mottled and rusted. Holding the hilt, he exerted a little force, and the sword that had been unsheathed no longer had any spiritual light.

This kind of ancient sword basically had its spirituality severed.

However, Han Muye saw something different in this sword.

Taking a deep breath, he gripped the hilt tightly. The sword of the divine soul in his divine treasure flashed, dividing into a trace of sword intent that landed on the short sword.

“Buzz!”

The short sword vibrated, and fragments fell from the rusted spots on it. The entire sword seemed to be about to break.

As the sword intent was injected, images appeared in Han Muye’s mind.

Chaos.

A ball of golden flames rose.

“Boom—”

A ball of golden flames rose.

It was heavenly fire.

The flames that burned the world collided with another water pillar whose head and tail could not be seen.

Water and fire collided, swords and sabers collided, and countless vast powers collided, causing the void world to surge.

The power contained in every strike made Han Muye, who was thousands of years away, tremble.

This was a fear that came from the bottom of his heart, a fear of being unable to resist the power.

“Slash—”

With a sword light, a huge golden-armored body that was hundreds of thousands of feet tall was severed.

The body shattered with a loud boom, and turned into pieces of land.

More and more powerful beings fell, and the shattered power gathered, forming pieces of land.

“Swoosh—”

A spear flew out from the void in the distance.

The spear flashed and nailed a huge blood-colored crocodile in the air.

The body of the blood crocodile shattered, and the short sword tumbled with it.

At the moment when the memories dissipated within the short sword, Han Muye saw a divine light descending, enveloping heaven and earth.

A towering tree collapsed with a thunderous roar.

Cheers could be heard.

The voice was hazy, as if saying, “It’s done.”

It seemed to say, “We’re alive.”

Countless streaks of light rushed into that divine light, and many powerful figures tried to shatter the divine light.