Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1940: 801, See you again Huang Zhihu, sending Primordial Puppet Refinement Technique_2

Chapter 1940: 801, See you again Huang Zhihu, sending Primordial Puppet Refinement Technique_2

In the words of Sword G.o.d Lu Yue, that destination is a place of a higher level than the Galaxy Universe, higher even than this universe world.

Perhaps, within it lies the secrets of the cosmic collapse that occurred long ago.

Every invasion by high-dimensional powers marks the critical point of a universe world’s collapse.

The Heavenly Mystic World was so in the beginning, as was the Origin Heaven World later on, and the same happened to the Primordial Universe.

When a major force invades, the self-contained power system collapses.

“Indeed, I also noticed that although you, Mr. Han, blocked those invading forces outside the world, there were still some sporadic erosions.”

“Some people always think that outside forces are of a higher grade, and they can’t wait to kneel down and beg those people to come.”

“They don’t understand that the others want to devour our legacy, just as we enslave other cultivation civilizations.”

“The fall of the Temple of Ten Thousand G.o.ds’ transactions bears the shadow of these hidden forces.”

A trace of hatred emanated from Qu Zhengjia’s eyes.

He was, after all, the most direct victim of this incident.

“As for Sword G.o.d Lu Yue, he truly wished to leave the Galaxy Universe.”

“He also left a message for you.”

Looking at Han Muye, Qu Zhengjia spoke in a low voice.

“My sword, is your sword.”

Within the Heavenly Mystery s.p.a.ce, various time and spatial powers overlap.

To control sufficient power in such s.p.a.ce, one must possess absolute Rules!

Even Qu Zhengjia could not achieve anything here.

“To tell the truth, I’ve studied Heavenly Secret City for so long yet remain powerless,” Qu Zhengjia said, standing next to Han Muye, speaking softly.

He could be considered the artifact spirit of Heavenly Secret City.

If the array power could be restored, his combat strength could contend with Sword G.o.d Lu Yue.

But now, he could not even manifest his own power.

“Calculate,” Han Muye shook his head and extended his hand forward.

“A b.u.t.terfly flapping its wings can change the power of another universe.”

“What you see is only this s.p.a.ce, and beyond that, the Divine Realm.”

“But what I see,” a sharp light glinted in Han Muye’s eyes, “is the convergence of countless cultivation civilizations, the interweaving of innumerable timelines.”

He reached out his hand and gently pointed.

Qu Zhengjia saw his pointing touch a sphere of light that remained unchanged.

Not to mention this one point, even ten Universe-level powerhouses couldn’t disturb the sphere of light in the slightest.

Even when Sword G.o.d Lu Yue made a move back in the day, he could not disrupt the operation of the light sphere before him.

This was the power of s.p.a.ce and time, the highest grade rule in the world.

“Look,” Han Muye’s strong hand extended in another direction.

“The power I just tapped has brought involvement from a cultivation civilization 35,584,451 years ago, trillions of miles away.”

As he spoke, Qu Zhengjia seemed to see a desolate universe where a green sprout was growing.

Above the sprout, a shower of clear water fell.

The water, originating from Han Muye’s recent tap.

Spanning time, spanning s.p.a.ce.

“This”

Qu Zhengjia’s eyes widened.

For a powerhouse like him, sometimes, just taking the first step makes everything else easier.

“I understand now, Sword G.o.d Lu Yue was doing the same thing.”

“Only, he doesn’t have this Great Array Hub, and can’t achieve this step. Hence, he used his own methods to traverse the river of time.”

Qu Zhengjia spoke softly, golden light flickering around him.

He looked at Han Muye, with an expression of emotion on his face.

“Mr. Han, I will take control of Heavenly Secret City for you, until, the Heaven’s Secret you mentioned descends.”

As he finished speaking, his figure slowly dispersed.

The small sprout had turned into green gra.s.s.

“Boom”

Countless worlds began to connect.

At this moment, there was no longer a spread throughout all of the Temples of Ten Thousand G.o.ds.

The forces hidden behind the Temple of Ten Thousand G.o.ds, those who control the Temples, the countless Temples lost in the void, and the Temples within the various universes worlds, were all lit up like stars.

Transcending the obstacles of time and s.p.a.ce, all the lost Temples of Ten Thousand G.o.ds were illuminated.

All the hubs were controlled.

But no one knew.

Even the powerful beings from ancient times did not know that the Temples of Ten Thousand G.o.ds under their control were being quietly monitored by others.

Just as in those days.

From now on, what they see, wish to see, their trades, potential trades, and past trades, are all under the control of others.

Only Qu Zhengjia, who controlled the core of Heavenly Secret City, could quietly control all the hubs of these Temples of Ten Thousand G.o.ds.

“I want to connect to the Temple of Ten Thousand G.o.ds of the Primordial Universe.”

“Over there, that must be the Heaven Changing Pavilion, right?”

“Our Heaven Continent, Immortal Burial City.”

Gazing at the countless spheres of light before him, Han Muye spoke softly.

As his voice faded, a sphere of light lit up in the distance.

Inside the sphere of light, a cacophony of voices emerged.

Familiar.

When these noisy voices sounded, Han Muye felt a tremble throughout his body.

A moment later, a figure appeared amidst the noise.

A green robe, a veiled hat, and three long beards.

Xu Zhi.

This great cultivator of Confucianism was the most intelligent and decisive person under Han Muye’s command.

When Han Muye left, the Immortal Burial City came under his control.

“Mr. Xu Zhi, it’s been a long time…”

Seeing Xu Zhi before him, Han Muye sighed with emotion.

“Minister Han,” Xu Zhi whispered.

Only old friends from the Profound Heaven World would call Han Muye Minister Han.

Prime Minister of the Heavenly Mystic Kingdom.

Han Muye’s figure appeared before Xu Zhi.

Xu Zhi’s face showed surprise, and he bowed deeply to Han Muye.

“Minister Han has striven for the great cause of the celestial world, breaking the barriers of the Divine Realm, yet he could only go into exile in a distant outer realm. The current Heavenly Cycle World owes Minister Han an explanation.”

Han Muye used a heaven-measuring ruler in Our Heaven Continent to break the barriers between heaven and earth, fusing the celestial world with the Divine Realm.

This naturally enraged the Divine Source Heavenly Palace.

The major sects of the Heavenly Cycle Divine World joined forces to suppress Our Heaven Continent.

If Han Muye had not fled to the outer realm, he might have been imprisoned in the Palace like the Heaven Ascension Immortal Sovereign.

Han Muye took away 300 billion divine crystals when he left.

This immense fortune, which nearly emptied the Palace, made others wary and covetous.

“How is the current state of the Heavenly Cycle World? And what about Our Heaven Continent?” Han Muye looked at Xu Zhi before him and asked in a low voice.

Xu Zhi nodded. “Although the Heavenly Cycle World is in turmoil, it has yet to shake the foundations of the Heavenly Palace.”

“Our Heaven Continent is currently being suppressed, and the Heaven Trampling Demon G.o.d has already moved toward the Desolate Heaven Territory.”

“However, according to the messages that have been sent back, they’re having an extremely hard time in the Desolate Heaven Territory.”

“Huang Zhihu is preparing to gather a sword array and head to the Desolate Heaven Territory again.”

The Desolate Heaven Territory is the place that connects to the Myriad Domains Altar, a land of elites that connects the elite of various universe worlds through the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield.

In such a land of elites, the powerhouses are not much weaker than the veteran powerhouses in the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield.

Entering the Desolate Heaven Territory, Huang Six could no longer maintain the arrogance she had when sweeping through all opposition.

“Good, it’s better for Huang Zhihu and the others to go,” Han Muye’s eyes shone with a trace of light as he spoke softly.

The Desolate Heaven Territory is a place he can enter directly through the Myriad Domains Altar.

This means when he returns to the Primordial Universe, he will go directly to the Desolate Heaven Territory, where he will confront those powerhouses who have evaded the Quantum Tribulation of the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield.

“Buzz”

The halo in front of him shimmered as another figure appeared.

Clad in a light red martial arts robe, with a golden coronet, and carrying a three-foot-long sword, Huang Zhihu exuded the sharpness of sword cultivators.

“Adoptive father.”

Huang Zhihu’s face flashed with excitement upon seeing Han Muye.

“You’re going to the Desolate Heaven Territory, aren’t you?” Han Muye nodded. “Has someone been bullying Huang Six?”

Huang Zhihu’s sword light receded as she nodded vigorously.

“You go ahead,” Han Muye raised his hand, and a dazzling golden light flew out.

It was a golden box.

“Here are a thousand Sage-level Battle Puppets. Choose a thousand cultivators who are absolutely loyal and grant them the puppets.”

“There are also five hundred Divine-level battle puppets. You must keep them in the hands of our own people.”

“A hundred and fifty Primordial Puppet Fighters, this is a power that can overturn the Divine Realm, it must not be known to outsiders.”

The golden box traveled through a portal and was transmitted, descending before Huang Zhihu.

“Rest a.s.sured, adoptive father, this power will not fall into the hands of any outsider,” Huang Zhihu declared loudly as she held the box with both hands.

Han Muye nodded, glanced at Xu Zhi beside him, and then said, “Leave ten Primordial Puppet Fighters in Our Heaven Continent to ensure no one can break through.”

“When I return, it will be time to end the Quantum Tribulation.”

Xu Zhi and Huang Zhihu both nodded.

“Boom”

The spiritual light dispersed, and in front of Han Muye, Qu Zhengjia smiled faintly and spoke in a low voice, “Mr. Han, I’ve seen something interesting.”

“Are you interested in those unclaimed Temples of Ten Thousand G.o.ds?”