Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 2117: Heavenly Source Sacred Assembly 2

Chapter 2117: Heavenly Source Sacred a.s.sembly 2

“Senior Brother Han, the Chongyun Tianque tribe and the Jiuli Human Tribe Ritual Master have come for the Heavenly Source Sacred a.s.sembly in the Vast Wilderness Hinterland.”

Zhu Rong looked at Han Muye, his face showing a trace of solemnity.

“Is it the Heavenly Source Sacred a.s.sembly where an Overlord emerges every million years?” Han Muye nodded, his gaze sweeping towards the two below.

“So, is the Chongyun Tianque tribe aiming to produce another Overlord this time?”

Chongyun Tianque isn’t strong among the Flying Bird Tribe, but with two Overlords in their ranks, they wield considerable power Across the Great Desolate.

If they could produce another Overlord this time, it would truly be a golden era for the Chongyun Tianque tribe.

However, with their tribe’s strength, the chance of achieving Overlord status in the sacred a.s.sembly was very slim.

This was also the reason why the Chongyun Tianque came here.

“Senior Brother Han, you can just call me Yun Ling.” At this moment, the Overlord from the Chongyun Tianque tribe, the young girl who had fought a great battle with Han Muye at Bu Taishan, was extremely respectful.

This was the respect brought about by strength.

Whether it was Han Muye or Zhu Rong, or even the entire Wasteland Human Race, they now possessed the strength that none of the divine beast tribes dared to underestimate.

“My Chongyun Tianque tribe wishes to form an alliance with Blazing Prairie City.” Yun Ling looked at Zhu Rong, then turned her gaze to Han Muye.

“We hope that Blazing Prairie City will partic.i.p.ate in the sacred a.s.sembly.”

Upon hearing Yun Ling’s words, a gleam shined in Zhu Rong’s eyes.

The Heavenly Source Sacred a.s.sembly, to obtain the Origin of Heaven and Earth, and step into the Overlord Level—such a pinnacle sacred a.s.sembly only occurs once in a million years in the Great Desolate.

Such an opportunity had never come to the Wasteland Human Race.

If he could lead the Human Tribe of the Vast Wilderness to partic.i.p.ate in such a sacred a.s.sembly, it would be an unparalleled honor for him, Zhu Rong.

Zhu Rong turned his head to look at Han Muye.

Han Muye’s expression had not changed; he just turned to look at the elder from Jiuli City.

“May I know the purpose of Jiuli City’s envoy’s visit, also for this sacred a.s.sembly?”

Upon hearing Han Muye’s question, the white-bearded elder nodded, his face smiling as he presented a light golden scroll to Han Muye.

Han Muye accepted the scroll, a trace of depth flashing in his eyes.

It was something from the Divine Source Heavenly Palace.

This was a conscription scroll for attacking the Great Desolate, written with divine patterns.

Anyone willing to join the attack on the Ancient Desolate Ruins Realm could follow the guidance detailed in this scroll, gather at the designated location, then become part of the a.s.sault on the Great Desolate.

By signing the contract and breaking through the Great Desolate, one could use the transformation method of the Origin to leave the Ruins Realm and go on to cultivate in the Divine Realm.

“This is a conscription scroll from the Divine Source Heavenly Palace. Numerous divine beasts in the Great Desolate have already journeyed there; they have personally verified it, and it’s not fake.”

“This time, the Divine Source Heavenly Palace, using the million-year sacred a.s.sembly, intends to gather a vast army from the Great Desolate to enter the Ancient Desolate Ruins Realm.”

The elder from Jiuli City looked serious as he watched Han Muye.

“Mr. Han, you should be the one mentioned in the communication from the Divine Source Heavenly Palace, the one who specifically opposes them, right?”

The elder’s face bore a smile.

Han Muye’s gaze shifted to the elder, his soul’s strength flashed, and then he nodded.

The elder in front of him also originated from beyond the Ancient Desolate Ruins Realm.

Those who could enter the Ancient Desolate Ruins Realm were at least of the Immortal Venerable realm; once inside, their strength would be suppressed, and their lives would indeed be miserable.

Many of the human race cities within the Vast Wilderness Hinterland were constructed with partic.i.p.ation from individuals from outside the Ancient Desolate Ruins.

Yet, in the lands ravaged by divine beasts, the strength of these humans was still too weak.

Even this Immortal Venerable realm elder, in the Great Desolate, could only barely fight a lower-tier divine beast.

Especially now that the power of heaven and earth had become even more stable, the suppression was stronger.

“Thanks to Mr. Han’s and Blazing Prairie City’s help, my friends and I have significantly improved in strength,” said the elder, seemingly aware of Han Muye’s thoughts, a smile on his face as he drew out a long saber.

This was Blazing Prairie City’s signature weapon, the best-selling weapon in the Great Desolate, selling tens of thousands every day.

However, the saber in the elder’s hand was no ordinary long saber; the divine patterns on it were personally engraved by Han Muye.

This saber, outside the Great Desolate, would be a top-tier true weapon, one of the highest-grade divine weapons with stable Origin.

The integration of divine patterns and a stable weapon’s Origin could produce such a saber.

“I, Zhuo Lang, achieved the Immortal Venerable status nineteen Quantum Tribulations ago; later, due to offending a powerful being in the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield, I had to flee to the Ancient Desolate Ruins.”

“All these years, most of the cultivators who have come here were those who could no longer survive in the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield or the Divine Realm,” Zhuo Lang Immortal Venerable spoke with a hint of emotion.

While the Great Desolate was wonderful, arriving here meant it was difficult to leave again; coupled with the suppression of Origin power, lacking the previous strength to command the wind and rain, it was indeed tough for an Immortal Venerable.

Han Muye reached out to take the long saber from Zhuo Lang Immortal Venerable’s hand, gently waved it, and a faint spiritual light quietly covered it.

“This saber is indeed refined by my hand, capable of battling divine beasts in the hands of an Immortal Venerable.”

“It seems that you are indeed allies of Kunpeng,” Han Muye said as he handed back the saber and looked towards Zhuo Lang Immortal Venerable.

His words made Zhuo Lang Immortal Venerable stiffen, then he showed a bitter smile.

“We are hardly qualified to be allies of Kunpeng.”

As he said this, he looked at Han Muye, his eyes emitting a brilliant light.

“This humble one is curious, who exactly are you, to even have Kunpeng as your ally?”

“And those methods that change the ancient wilds, this humble one has really never seen them before.”

Not having seen them, that’s normal.

Becoming a Daoist before the 19 Quantum Tribulations, then entering the Ancient Desolate Ruins, it was natural not to have seen these weapon refining and alchemy methods.

“If the Immortal Venerable leaves the Ruins Realm, perhaps you would know the name of Han Muye,” Han Muye said with a calm expression.

“And you would understand why the Divine Source Heavenly Palace dares not confront me directly.”

The Divine Source Heavenly Palace dares not confront directly!

This shocked Zhuo Lang Immortal Venerable to the core.

Not being chased and forced by the Divine Source Heavenly Palace, but making the Divine Source Heavenly Palace dare not confront directly!

Outside the Ruins Realm, has such a person really emerged?

“Is your visit actually to probe my details?” Han Muye asked indifferently, hands behind his back.

The matters outside the wasteland relate to and do not relate to the wasteland.

Within the wasteland, only matters of the wasteland are discussed.

“Of course not for this,” Zhuo Lang Immortal Venerable shook his head, taking back the saber given by Han Muye, “We have come to help with forming an alliance with Blazing Prairie City.”

An alliance?

Zhu Rong looked towards Han Muye.

Jiuli City is among the large cities in the wilds, with at least three billion tribespeople.

If such a tribe could ally with the wasteland, it would be the first step for the Wasteland Human Race to penetrate into the hinterland of the vast wilderness.

“What would you have us pay?” Han Muye seemed unconcerned about the alliance, his expression somewhat cold.

Zhuo Lang Immortal Venerable seemed to have antic.i.p.ated this, nodding, “It’s simple, we want Blazing Prairie City to help us at the Heavenly Source Sacred a.s.sembly so Jiuli City can have a chance to achieve an Overlord status.”

At the past Heavenly Source Sacred a.s.semblies, at most only seven or eight Overlords were made, each backed by a powerful tribe.

The human race has never achieved an Overlord position at a Heavenly Source Sacred a.s.sembly.

Having finished speaking, Zhuo Lang Immortal Venerable looked at Han Muye.

Zhu Rong’s face showed eagerness.

“Senior Brother Han…”

Han Muye waved his hand, then turned to look ahead, “Our Wasteland Human Tribe will partic.i.p.ate in the Sacred a.s.sembly, and we will do our utmost to help the human race and the Chongyun Tianque Tribe during this time.”

“However, you also know that Blazing Prairie City has many allies, and ultimately who becomes an Overlord will depend on your efforts.”

Having many allies.

The words of Han Muye made Zhuo Lang Immortal Venerable pause, disappointment fleeting across his face.

Chongyun Tianque, however, nodded understandingly.

She was aware of the power controlled by Han Muye, almost all the flying beasts and divine beasts within the vast wilderness were allies of Blazing Prairie City.

“Good, as long as Blazing Prairie City partic.i.p.ates in the Sacred a.s.sembly, our Jiuli City will form the alliance,” Zhuo Lang Immortal Venerable said as he left, leaving behind this promise.

After sending the two away, Zhu Rong returned to Han Muye.

“Senior Brother Han, this is a great opportunity for the human race to rise,” Zhu Rong said solemnly, looking at Han Muye.

Just one or two Overlord level powerhouses would dramatically change the standing of the human race in the vast wilderness.

Zhu Rong was born in the vast wilderness and understood the rules there well.

Strength reigns supreme.

A tribe with an Overlord is the strongest in the world, respected by all.

“Do you think Jiuli City really wants to form an alliance with Blazing Prairie City?” Han Muye shook his head.

He had already seen some imagery within that long saber.

“They are our enemies after all…”