Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1989: 822, Refining the Dragon Crocodile's Head_3

Chapter 1989: 822, Refining the Dragon Crocodile’s Head_3

If all his speculations were correct, he would not hold back.

The elder in the black robe in front of him nodded slightly, with streams of golden light emerging from his body.

“As the Immortal Sovereign, I have no merit towards the Primordial Beings. Now that my remnant soul has returned to Kunwu, let this be the last thing I do for it.”

As his words fell, the Dragon Crocodile’s remnant soul dissipated into nothingness, then converged into a cyan whirlwind that drifted through Kunwu.

The essence of this breath had the power of the ancient times at its core, continuously surging and purifying the power within Kunwu.

Of course, as a result, this whirlwind would also gradually deplete until its power was exhausted.

Han Muye watched as the whirlwind receded, and the mountainous dragon crocodile’s skull before him slowly dematerialized and entered his body.

A surge of vigorous blood essence power burst forth, exploding into a layer of golden fierceness over his body.

The blood-colored armor interwoven with flashes of lightning barely stabilized his form.

Above his head, two Dragon Crocodile phantoms merged into one and then howled towards the heavens.

Upon his body, nine golden haloes intertwined and revolved, then condensed into a golden Great Sun Flame phantom that gathered behind him.

True Spirit, Nine Revolutions!

This was the highest level of cultivation technique derived within the Great Desolate, never having genuinely appeared before.

Whether this cultivation technique could truly reach the realm of Nine Revolutions was unverified by anyone.

Now, Han Muye had stepped into the True Spirit Nine Revolutions, proving that this cultivation technique could indeed reach the level of reversing bloodlines and returning to the existence of ancient times.

At this moment, the power of the True Spirit Nine Revolutions had reached the Quasi-Dominator Realm of the ancient primordial era.

This was power that could traverse all universes.

Merely relying on the power of the True Spirit Nine Revolutions, one could resurrect the glory of the ancient times.

Han Muye’s eyes gently closed, with a sharp glint flashing within them.

In his hands, endless streams of Flowing Light scattered, drifting towards the surrounding void.

This was the cultivation technique of the True Spirit Nine Revolutions.

After his modifications, it nearly matched the races within Kunwu.

Taiyin Lunar Ghostfire grasped a strand of spiritual light, with her aura flickering and a hint of pain in her eyes.

“This is the method of the True Spirit. Back then, big brother said, only by redefining the cultivation method could the Primordial Beings find a way out.”

Clutching the spiritual light in her hand, she looked towards the distant Han Muye.

Behind Han Muye, the Great Sun Golden Crow phantom was clear, which was undoubtedly the power of Sun Candlelight!

True Spirit Nine Revolutions, returned to the ancient primordial era.

Candlelight had quietly infused its power into The Great Desolate Ruins Realm.

Han Muye turned around, nodding towards Taiyin Lunar Ghostfire.

Through the True Spirit Nine Revolutions, he also felt something about the past.

Sun Candlelight, using its own power as the foundation, transformed into the Great Sun Golden Crow and then protected The Great Desolate Ruins Realm.

So, at the end of The Great Desolate Ruins Realm, where was that place he had not even dared to set foot in before? What was there?

“Hurry up and go; the Myriad Domains Battleground has already merged. If you don’t go now, you won’t be able to reach it,” came a voice from the chaos.

Then, Han Muye’s surroundings were enveloped by a layer of golden divine light, and his form began to fade into nothingness.

“Boom”

Columns of golden lightning struck down around him.

“My power is not enough. To where I can send you, I do not know,” said the voice from the chaos, revealing a trace of weakness.

When Han Muye opened his eyes, he was already in a desolate gra.s.sland.

The Myriad Domains Battleground, but which level it was, he did not know.

“Submit, or die”

A voice arose behind him.

An ent.i.ty equivalent to a fifth-level Armor Master of the Galaxy Universe, roughly equal to the power above the Immortal Realm in the Primordial Universe, revealed itself behind Han Muye.