Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1902: 785. From today onwards, he is Grand Master Muye.

Chapter 1902: 785. From today onwards, he is Grand Master Muye.

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“This, the Wasteland, a gathering of Wilderness Divine Beasts…”

Miles ahead, stretching to a hundred thousand li, tens of thousands of li, all were demon beasts of the wilderness.

Not just demon beasts, among them were many with extremely powerful divine beasts.

The divine beasts were divided into two factions, with two overbearing auras that alone shook the soul through sensing them.

Among the divine beasts were the top combatants!

This was definitely a rare grand spectacle in the wilderness.

The key point is that in the past, when such gatherings of demon beasts occurred, other races were not allowed to come close.

If human cultivators accidentally entered, they would certainly be killed on the spot.

There was no reasoning to be had.

“If we turn back now…” Lu Zixu turned around.

“It’s too late,” Han Muye said indifferently.

Ahead, several figures were already flying towards them at high speed.

Golden wings unfolded, piercing through the power of heaven and earth.

In a flash, three figures had already arrived and were standing in the air.

The three demons wearing golden robes emanated a murderous aura that converged around them, with brows and eyes full of fierceness.

Primordial Chaos Battle Puppet level combat strength.

This was the display of true Primordial Chaos Battle combat strength, not the kind that Puppet Masters of the human race combined and manipulated.

In the divine realm, such combat strength was considered among the best of the best.

Those with power above the level of Primordial Chaos in the divine realm were Overlords, who would rarely take action lightly.

Among the various powers, the true Universe level, and those top existences within the Universe level, were very rarely seen.

The struggles within the divine realm, generally speaking, involved real powerful beings who were unwilling to fight directly with each other and would cultivate some expendable younger disciples to fight on their behalf.

“To enslave our demon race, yet you dare to traverse the Wasteland?” The golden-eyed leader shouted low, his murderous aura turning into chains of golden light, falling directly toward Han Muye and Lu Zixu.

Several divine-level powerhouses behind Lu Zixu prepared to move, but Han Muye raised his hand and said, “Don’t move.”

Lu Zixu also raised his hand to stop them, whispering, “We can’t fight back.”

With so many demon powerhouses gathering, to resist would likely lead to being hunted to death.

Besides, the crime of enslaving demons could range from minor to major.

As long as one didn’t truly oppress with b.l.o.o.d.y means or genuinely control the soul, the demons in the divine realm wouldn’t really take issue.

If such matters were taken too seriously, it would provoke chaotic battles between the human race and demons.

Although demons occupied many places in the divine realm, they weren’t truly the dominant force.

The human race firmly held the governing power of the divine realm.

“I am a descendant of the Lu family.” Lu Zixu’s palm shimmered with a flash of golden spiritual light.

The chains fell, locking everyone on the back of Heaven Wielding Hou, but upon hearing Lu Zixu declare his allegiance to the Lu family, the three demons’ actions noticeably paused.

The reputation of the seven families of the divine realm was always heard of.

“Hmph, bring them back for questioning,” the lead demon ordered lowly, then spread its wings, transforming into a golden bird, rapidly flying away with the chains.

Below the chains were the captured Han Muye, G.o.d-Slaying Puppet Fighters, Lu Zixu, Great Venerable Muyue, and several of Lu Zixu’s divine-level guards.

In truth, every person present could break free from these chains.

The weakest among them, Lu Zixu’s several guards, all possessed G.o.d-level Peak Strength due to the augmentation of the Puppet Fighter bodies.

They flew swiftly, and in a moment, with the chains trembling, Han Muye and the rest were dropped onto a grey Stone Mountain.

Clearly, there were already hundreds of human cultivators on this Stone Mountain.

Han Muye’s gaze swept over them, noting that most of these cultivators weren’t particularly high in cultivation, with the strongest being just a few at half a step into the Primordial Chaos level.

There weren’t many human experts lingering above the Wasteland to begin with, let alone with the demons moving, the experts naturally fled early.

As Han Muye and the others landed, they immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding human race.

Those few half-step into the Primordial Chaos level cultivators exchanged glances and stood up.

Without the need for Lu Zixu to speak, a divine-level cultivator from behind him already walked over.

The guards cultivated by these great families were not only strong in battle but also adept at handling various matters.

The other few divine-level cultivators dispersed, some asking for information, others protecting Lu Zixu and Han Muye in the center.

A short while later, the divine-level cultivator who had gone to inquire returned with a serious expression.

“Inside the Wasteland, two Overlords, the Jade Gold Divine Elephant and the Heaven-Howling Divine Wolf are fighting, stirring up the entire Wasteland.”

“They don’t know the exact reason, but it seems to be because of some treasure.”

“Moreover, it seems they are preparing to activate an altar,” he reported.

The altar.

There are various altars within the divine realm.

This method of invoking certain powers through sacrificial force was quite popular in the divine realm.

Because no one knows exactly what kind of powerhouses exist in the divine realm or what powerful beings lie behind them.

“Everyone, this time we might very likely become the ones to be sacrificed,” he said.

One of the half-step Primordial Chaos level cultivators stood up, saluted towards Lu Zixu and Han Muye, and then said in a deep voice, “If we do not fight for a chance, we may perish in the Wasteland.”

His words made those around him nod in agreement.

Lu Zixu’s expression remained unchanged, and Han Muye’s demeanor was also calm.

This made the speaking cultivator somewhat uneasy.

“I have said my piece; if you wish to struggle for a chance, we can join forces,” he said, bowing before turning to walk back to his position and sitting down with his eyes closed to meditate.

The chains bound everyone here with a tint of blue-grey, but in comparison, the methods of demons were mostly less refined and complicated than those of the human race; many present had ways to break the chains.

It was clear the demons did not much care either.