Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 2058: 854. The Azure Heaven Altar collapses, see you again after more than a thousand years_2

Chapter 2058: 854. The Azure Heaven Altar collapses, see you again after more than a thousand years_2

From this single arrow, Han Muye had already witnessed several bouts among sword cultivators.

Whether it was slaying enemies with a flying sword or engaging in close combat with a sword, both the speed and angle were optimal.

Supported by complete origin power, the art of the sword lacked frivolities and the techniques were even more dazzling.

“There truly are many strong ones.”

Clenching the arrow, a hint of calmness radiated from Han Muye’s face.

The stable plane naturally nurtured many powerful individuals.

From just the memories of this ordinary arrow, he had seen many strong cultivators clashing, their methods no less inferior to those of the Immortal Venerable realm.

“Boom—”

In the distance, a long spear flew toward Zhang Li, followed by a middle-aged man in a black robe with a cold expression.

The aura around his body was stable, and although his cultivation was only at the Immortal Lord realm, his combat strength was unmatched thanks to his complete origin power.

Or it could be said that in the complete origin Azure Heaven Plane, the cultivation levels of the Lower Plane and the calculations of combat power had already lost their significance.

“Kill.”

As the middle-aged man roared, the spear in front of him kept spinning, the tip glowing blue, and Flowing Light condensed into a hundred feet of cold light.

The Golden Crow Divine Flames were directly torn apart by this cold light.

This was the technique of the Divine Power Master within the Azure Heaven Plane, enhancing weapons with one’s own power, much like the power of Dao intent, demonstrating an unstoppable sharpness.

This sharpness was so powerful that it could severely injure even an Immortal Venerable.

For those cultivators skilled in using divine power techniques but not adept at close combat, being in the Azure Heaven Plane put them at a significant disadvantage.

However, for most cultivators from the Lower Plane, close combat and various real battle techniques had become foreign.

They had long been accustomed to casting spells with a word, accustomed to annihilating enemies from thousands of miles away.

“Clang—”

The spear aimed directly at him was blocked by the sword light from Han Muye’s raised hand.

The sword edge trembled lightly, and the long spear was deflected.

Shock appeared on the face of the middle-aged man wielding the spear.

A cultivator from the Lower Plane, surprisingly adept at close combat?

His figure paused, and another long spear appeared in his hand, then he thrust it toward Han Muye again.

Han Muye twisted his sword in hand.

The grating sound of the long spear and the long sword clashing rang out.

The sword in Han Muye’s hand was his True Spirit Sword, stable in origin like his body.

Were it not for this sword, other treasures could not withstand a weapon from the Azure Heaven Plane.

Other treasures would break the instant they collided with the long spear in the middle-aged man’s hand.

Han Muye’s sword did not stop; he thrust repeatedly, his sword light flickering and spiritual energy interweaving continuously.

He was merely adapting to the power and fighting style of this plane, suppressing his power with each sword stroke.

Even so, the middle-aged man he was dueling already wore a face full of horror.

Han Muye’s sword technique, his understanding of the sword, had completely exceeded his comprehension.

At this moment, he found escaping the battle impossible.

“Boom—”

Finally, a boom came from behind.

Huang Zhihu and the others were already slaying the scattered Heavenly Demonic Beasts, meanwhile replenishing their own origin power.

Those powerful individuals from various places also understood Han Muye’s intention, hastening to launch attacks to comprehend the origin power of this plane and its combat methods.

“Clang—”

The long spear in the middle-aged man’s hand was flipped away again, then Han Muye reached out and grasped the long spear.

The spear being flipped away again changed the middle-aged man’s expression; grinding his teeth, he turned and fled.

He had already recognized the gap in combat strength between himself and Han Muye; after many rounds, he realized he was just being used as a target.

Han Muye did not strike again but merely held the long spear, quietly observing its memories.

After the middle-aged man retreated, the black armor troops also began to retreat.

The great battle ended in just two hours.

Han Muye retracted all his divine flames, among which a thousand had now acquired sentience.

Huang Zhihu and his companions were cleaning up the battlefield, gathering weapons from the Azure Heaven Plane—which, although not precious here, were strong treasures of origin power when brought to the Lower Plane.

The other powerful factions also took this chance to gather treasures while replenishing their own origin power.

By this time, the number of cultivators who had entered the Heaven-Opening Sword Gate had reached over a million.

This opportunity was unimaginable for them.

“The Heaven-Opening Gate can hold for three more days; after three days, it will close, and it will not open again for at least a thousand years,” Han Muye said, looking around with a calm expression.

He grasped the memories within the altar well, clear about the timings of the gate’s opening and other details.

“For those Dao friends who wish to stay in the Azure Heaven Plane, take this opportunity to gather materials and then refine your treasures,” he advised.

“As for those who wish to return to the Lower Plane, collect more resources and stabilize your origin power.”

Without refining the treasures in hand, clashing with the experts of this plane could put one at a disadvantage.

Refining the treasures, even if unfamiliar with the combat of this plane, relying on sufficient cultivation and the treasures in hand, self-preservation was more than sufficient.

After all, these experts, even in this plane, counted as masters.

After three days, there had only been three battles.

Han Muye and Huang Zhihu’s sword array basically secured these battles.

After three days, more than a hundred thousand strong cultivators quietly left, stepping into this Plane, while the others followed Han Muye back to the Lower Plane.

The Heaven-Opening Sword Gate would open again after more than a thousand years.

After stepping into this Plane, the next time they came, they would be fully prepared.

This time, their gains had already been immensely vast.

When they returned through the Heaven-Opening Sword Gate, everyone’s face was etched with endless emotion.

At this moment, their Origin was nearly perfect, their cultivation abilities stable.

In the Azure Heaven Plane, they felt nothing unusual, but upon returning to the Lower Plane, they immediately felt the difference.

It was a transcendence that towered above all living beings.

The most significant aspect was detachment.

“The power of the calamity will no longer affect us…” a white-bearded elder murmured softly, excitement apparent on his face.

Wasn’t the desire to go to the Azure Heaven Plane because the Lower Plane would see the calamity afflict these strong cultivators, eventually leading to their demise?

Now with stable Origin, unaffected by the calamity, wouldn’t it be the same in any Plane?

Han Muye’s gaze fell downward.

Now, the altar below was dimming.

“Hum—”

As Han Muye took the final step, there was a thunderous roar between heaven and earth, and the vast portal slowly closed and then dissipated.

The gate that separated the two Planes disappeared.

The column of light reaching to heaven also dissipated.

The next opening would be at least a thousand years later.

All the cultivators returning from the Azure Heaven Plane looked at the disappearing portal with a dazed expression.

The divine beasts and strong cultivators engraved on those pillars all looked up at Han Muye.

Han Muye raised his hand, and a rumbling sound arose between heaven and earth.

Layer upon layer of divine light surged like waves, directly enveloping the altar below.

In the millions of miles of land, the divine patterns on the altar lit up once again.

But this time, these divine patterns were not extracting the power of the strong cultivators secured to the pillars; they were nourishing them.

Streams of Origin Force nourished them.

Simultaneously, the millions of miles around the altar began to collapse.

It was not so much a collapse as a disintegration.

Disintegrating into countless small pieces, similar to the Myriad Domains Battleground.

The chains on those pillars also shattered inch by inch.

“Esteemed seniors have guarded the Azure Heaven Altar for so many years; it’s time for you to rest.”

“Now that the altar has disintegrated, let’s regroup after a thousand years.”

“Han promises here that after a thousand years, when the Heaven-Opening Sword Gate reopens, anyone wishing to step into the Azure Heaven Plane will be escorted through the gate by Han.”

This was Han Muye’s promise to the strong cultivators on the altar.

These strong cultivators had infused their power into the altar, guarding this Plane for countless years, just as the Nine Mysteries Peak Master once promised.

“Boom—”

The altar completely shattered, and all those strong cultivators who were bound to it were freed.

“To say this guy isn’t the Nine Mysteries Peak Master, I wouldn’t believe it…” Azure Dragon remarked softly, looking at Han Muye who was before the Heaven-Opening Sword Gate.

The Defiant Dragon beside him showed a trace of emotion and turned his head towards the phoenixes.

“What did I say? I was sure I could save you.”

The phoenix glanced at him, transforming into a woman dressed in a red gown.

“I want to go back to the Primordial Universe to see…”

One after another, the strong cultivators left, but even more stayed behind.

Because Han Muye had told them they were preparing to set off directly from this place and conquer the Canaan Universe.

“The Canaan Universe is the closest to the Upper Plane, so in the Canaan Universe, one can also stabilize their Origin Force.”

“As long as you occupy a part of the world, all of you can cultivate within it.”

“In this way, upon re-entering the Azure Heaven Plane a thousand years later, you can achieve twice the results with half the effort.”

Han Muye looked at everyone below, speaking aloud.

To cultivate in the Canaan Universe meant having a supply of Origin Force, and hunting Heavenly Demonic Beasts would replenish the Origin with Heavenly Beads.

With a trip to the Azure Heaven Plane, the mindset of everyone present was now different.

“Alright, then let’s enter the Canaan Universe.” A strong cultivator in the Half-step Hegemon Realm laughed heartily, soaring upwards.

A million strong cultivators charged towards the Canaan Universe.

This time, the Canaan Universe would probably face a significant crisis.

Han Muye turned to Huang Zhihu behind him.

“After we conquer the Canaan Universe, we’ll return to the Primordial Universe and take down the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield.”

“In the face of absolute power, all schemes are futile.”