Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 2243: 999, hone with God-Ending, sever the path of retreat.

The divine light of the Primordial Creator dissipated, and Han Muye gripped the Flame tightly in his hands.

In his eyes, endless depths flickered.

Even a being at the Creator Level could not detect that he had probed a secret.

The Primordial Creator was unaware that Han Muye had seen his origin and memories.

If he knew of Han Muye’s abilities, he would never have entrusted his God-Ending Power to him.

“Even the creator hasn’t told the whole truth…”

With a whisper, Han Muye’s sword light shone on his body, wrapping the God-Ending Power within it.

The sword light collided with the Flame, and the layered sword light immediately shattered.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes as the blood essence in his body surged, and the sword light condensed once again.

The God-Ending Power seemed to be stimulated too, pressing down directly on Han Muye’s head.

The sword light resisted the Flame, and then it shattered.

The God-Ending Power was not fervent, but it was too profound, and the sword light could not defend against it at all.

Watching the approaching God-Ending Power, the sword light erupted from Han Muye’s body.

The originally shattered sword light instantly reformed into numerous three-foot-long swords.

It couldn’t be called a three-foot-long sword, but rather numerous short swords.

Small swords barely a foot long, in the tens of thousands, clashed with the Flame ahead and turned into a grey-black Flowing Light.

This Flowing Light still took the shape of swords.

In front of Han Muye, the sword light continued non-stop, constantly condensing, only to be smashed into numerous short swords by the Flame.

The layers of sword light fractured, and the swords grew smaller—from the initial foot-long to inch-long, half an inch, and then to mere millimeters.

Each sword was just millimeters long, barely visible to the naked eye.

Each sword represented a fusion of the Power of the Sword Path and Han Muye’s soul’s strength, a condensation of the Sword Origin’s power.

But even such swords could not withstand the God-Ending Power coming from the opposite side, making the God-Ending Power even more vigorous instead.

All the swords stained by the God-Ending Power turned into grim God-Ending Swords.

On each sword, a faint grey power surged.

That potent force seemed as if it would crush Han Muye directly.

This was being devoured, being backlash.

If he were to be devoured by the God-Ending Power, he would become its slave, controlled by the God-Ending Power.

Furthermore, the God-Ending Power would follow its instincts to spread to the surrounding world, devouring the surrounding void and turning it into endless darkness.

At this moment, Han Muye seemed to have opened the gates to the abyss of collapse, and he could no longer turn back.

Devoured by the God-Ending?

Han Muye stood in place, not retreating an inch.

Within him, a strong sword light surged.

Even though the dark God-Ending Power drew closer, he remained immovable.

The fragmented swords became smaller and smaller, so insignificant, to the point where ten thousand swords were not equal to a single speck of dust.

The countless specks cluttered in front of him were all sword light!

A swordsman never backs down!

A swordsman never fears!

A swordsman, even facing billions of enemies, charges forward with courage!

“Boom—”

The sword light exploded once again, further dividing.

This time the divided swords were even smaller, with billions of strands of sword light, unable to coalesce even into a speck of dust.

Han Muye squinted, took a deep breath, the divine light on his body surged, and the sword light exploded.

The endless sword light divided for the last time!

The divided sword light had become undetectable.

This was his limit when controlling the sword light.

Any finer, and all the sword light would crumble into nothingness.

Ahead, the God-Ending Flames surged once more, bringing along the oppressive dark sword light bearing down.

Just then, Han Muye let out a low roar, and all the sword light reversed, slashing towards himself.

Slash at himself!

This incalculable number of sword lights was slashing towards Han Muye himself!

With so much sword light, he had no chance to escape, and he was going to be directly cut into countless pieces, with even his soul unable to flee.

Unable to counter the God-Ending, unwilling to be devoured by it, had he chosen to destroy everything of himself?

That was the only explanation.

In the face of the God-Ending Power, Han Muye no longer had the courage to resist and chose to destroy everything.

“Buzz—”

The dark sword light that was originally pressing towards him suddenly erupted, entangling all the sword light.

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He must not die.

A light smile shone in Han Muye’s eyes.

Done.

If he were to die now, these sword lights without a master would crumble.

That is not what God-Ending seeks.

The power of God-Ending desires to control, not to destroy.

God-Ending starts from within and extends outward.

If Han Muye were to die, there would be no inside or outside.

At this moment, the sword lights entangle.

They are incredibly minute sword lights, numbering in the hundreds of billions.

The force within such fine sword lights is also faint to the extreme.

Whether it is Han Muye’s power or the power of God-Ending, both are faint to the extreme.

This is the opportunity Han Muye had been waiting for, the pinnacle of his deductions!

His power could never withstand that of God-Ending.

The sword lights couldn’t hold back either.

But what about the sword lights themselves?

What about those sword lights that don’t wish to be eroded, that don’t wish to become the power of God-Ending?

At this moment, Han Muye felt as if endless worlds were being born before his eyes!

Each strand of sword light seemed to have its own intelligence, its own life!

Endless radiance burst from Han Muye’s eyes, all the sword lights in front of him directly dissipated, turning into intertwining black and white auras, drawing in that mass of God-Ending power, merging into his body.

God-Ending starts from within and needs the warmth of his body’s strength to nurture it.

He is now using his own body to nurture this power of God-Ending, to ensure that the black sword light auras do not break off.

With this black aura suppression, the divided sword lights will have pressure, their intelligence will become more vigorous, undergoing not only evolution.

One day, when both the black and white sword lights possess true intelligence, that will be the time, the Creator Realm!

All sword lights becoming intelligent levels, will be when Han Muye steps into the creator.

Borrowing the power of God-Ending to temper oneself; success leads to joining the ranks of creators, failure turns one into fodder for God-Ending.

In the world of cultivation, only sword cultivators are this harsh on themselves, cutting off all retreats.

“Buzz—”

With a wave of his hand, a three-foot-long sword interwoven with black and white appeared before him.

The sword light carried a hint of nimbleness.

Such sword lights, even those below the creator, have no strength to resist.

For the power intertwining on this sword is far beyond the God Realm!

Looking at the long sword before him, Han Muye revealed a light smile, and then let out a soft sigh.

Risking his life for this power, he wasn’t sure if it was right or wrong.

What he now needed was unimaginable resources to nurture this sword into an endless world.

This three-foot-long sword is composed of hundreds of billions of sword lights, each sword light needs to be stimulated into its own world.

What kind of resources would this take?

How many planes would be enough?

“Boom—”

Outside the closed chamber, a rumbling sound echoed.

Han Muye’s figure moved, flying into the void.

Before the Heavenly Transformation Altar, armies triggered overwhelming blood essence and blazes.

Yu Chen transformed into a dragon shape, cautiously guarding in front of the altar.

“Cao Lin Great Lord, I have said that the collapse of Gathering Spirit Godly Lord has nothing to do with me, keep pestering, and are you treating my Heavenly Transformation Dragon clan as if we dare not be your enemy?”

Yu Chen’s voice resounded.

Around the heaven and earth, illusory divine lights surged.

“An enemy?”

“Would the Heavenly Transformation Dragon clan become your enemy for you?”

“I am already at the peak of Dominance Realm, just one step away from entering the Void Breaker Realm, it would be wise for your clan to abandon you.”

Ahead, within the military formation, the figure of a thousand-zhang tall golden-armored general appeared.

Dominance Realm, Primordial Law Incarnation, Great Dao Golden Body manifested.

“Hand over the one who misdiagnosed the Divine Venerate in the great hall, leading to their unexpected collapse, otherwise, I will break your altar and cut you, Yu Chen, down to dust!”

The Great Dao Golden Body took a step forward, his gaze fixed on Yu Chen.

“The person you’re speaking of, who misdiagnosed Gathering Spirit Godly Lord, are you referring to me?” A voice came from midair.

Han Muye, with his hands behind his back, his clothing fluttering, landed in front of Yu Chen: “This matter concerns my reputation, it’s better to make things clear.”