Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 2245: 1001, the Heavenly Transformation Altar, one year is equivalent to thousands of years

Sister Mu Wan and the old friends from the Nine Mystic Sword-Pavilion in the Desolate Wilderness arrived, which thrilled Han Muye’s heart.

Throughout countless years of cultivation, even though he had seen numerous fellow cultivators fall, he kept moving forward step by step and finally reached the absolute summit of the world.

Once upon a time, he dreamed of climbing to the pinnacle of cultivation to survey the endless landscapes, but only on this day did he truly understand the difficulties of cultivation.

Fortunately, these companions by his side were all still there.

“Junior Sister, from now on, we shall journey together,” Han Muye said softly as he reached out and took Mu Wan’s hand.

Those words made Mu Wan’s eyes well up with tears.

She had waited countless years for that sentence.

For countless years, she had only looked up to Han Muye, determined never to be a burden to him.

From Nine Mystic to Desolate Wilderness, no one in the world could catch up to Han Muye’s pace.

It was thought that once Han Muye reached the Primordial Peak, he could let go of everything, but to bear the Primordial Plane, one of his incarnations took on the burden of heaven and earth.

Such sacrifice not only moved Mu Wan but also touched the hearts of innumerable Primordial Beings.

Over the years, all beings from the Desolate Wilderness had risen to cultivate, searching everywhere for Origin Force to help reassemble the Force of the Plane, simply because they did not want to see Han Muye shouldering everything alone.

Seeing the army of billions from the Desolate Wilderness arriving, Han Muye’s face broke into a smile as he raised his hand with a gesture.

Countless blood-colored stones fell from the sky.

All of them were Great Pantheon Stones.

Each stone possessed at least the power of the Life and Death Realm.

“Huang Zhihu, organize the troops for training, and have everyone switch to a new cultivation method,” he ordered.

“The cultivation strength of the higher planes must be mastered as quickly as possible.”

“I give you ten years,” Han Muye said, turning to look at Yu Chen standing behind him as he dropped a blood-colored mass in front of him.

Yu Chen reached out to catch it, momentarily surprised.

Within the blood-colored mass were billions of Great Pantheon Stones.

“Senior Brother Han, this is…” Yu Chen started.

“The Sky-Transforming Great Formation can alter timelines, right?” Han Muye said calmly, “Use these Bloodstones to stimulate the power of the grand array, one year as a thousand years.”

“Ten years’ time will be enough for them to cultivate beyond the Realm of Life and Death.”

Life and death, Heaven’s Secret, karma, reincarnation, and then comes Dominion.

Beyond the Realm of Life and Death, it’s not just about amassing resources.

If one cannot control that bit of Heaven’s Secret, they might never step into the higher levels in this lifetime.

“That’s enough,” Yu Chen said with a smile, holding the Bloodstone in his palm, “Senior Brother Han, rest assured, the Heavenly Transformation Altar can not only gather Origin, altering time and space, but it can also draw upon the power of heaven and earth to catalyze the Origin.”

“As they cultivate within it, their opportunities to perceive Heaven’s Secret and sever the threads of karma will be much greater.”

After saying this, he pressed down on the blood-colored stone.

“Boom—”

A hundred million miles of heaven and earth transformed into existence, with all the cultivators from the Desolate Wilderness landing within it.

The showering Bloodstones danced in the air, transforming into the Essence of Vital Energy and Blood.

Instructor Lin, a tall figure with a three-foot-long sword on his back, approached Han Muye, while on the other side, Xu Zhi, wearing scholarly robes, also walked over with a calm expression.

“Brother Han, have you encountered a catastrophe too difficult to resist?” Lin Shen whispered, looking at Han Muye.

Mu Wan also looked up at Han Muye.

Huang Zhihu, wearing light red armor, had his hand on the hilt of his sword.

Catastrophe.

Han Muye held Mu Wan’s hand and nodded gently.

“It is a catastrophe beyond imagination.”

“If we prevail, all between heaven and earth will be purified.”

“If we fail, it will lead to another Desolate Wilderness collapse, and countless beings will perish.”

God-Ending.

The cataclysm called God-Ending, induced by the Primordial Creator.

This catastrophe was of a higher level than the previous Quantum Tribulation, with a broader sweep and utterly incomparable in scope.

If, after a hundred thousand years, Han Muye and his companions can help the Primordial Creator step into the Eternal Heaven, then the God-Ending Calamity will be eradicated.

But if they fail to bring it into the Eternal Heaven, then all planes will be destroyed layer by layer, devoured, and ultimately vanish in the Endless Void.

Even the void itself will be devoured.

“If there truly is a calamity we can’t overcome, I’ll stay by Brother Han’s side,” Sister Mu Wan said softly, gazing at Han Muye.

The others looked at each other.

“Minister Han, the armies of the Desolate Wilderness await your command, ready to train as you arrange.”

“Father, the Sword Formation of Thousand Realms can slay an Immortal-Slaying Honor. Based on the power conversion you mentioned, those in Dominion can fight.” Holding a three-foot-long sword, Huang Zhihu spoke solemnly, “Give me time, and I will train an army for you, Father, capable of battling in the Slaying Divine Realm.”

Capable of battling in the Slaying Divine Realm!

Yu Chen’s gaze swept over Huang Zhihu, with a touch of strangeness on his face.

This adopted daughter of Senior Brother Han truly boasts lofty ambitions.

Han Muye nodded slightly, a hint of a smile on his face.

He did not mention that he too could fight in the Slaying Divine Realm, nor did he reveal that the calamity he was facing was above the God Realm, far surpassing it, a God-Ending one.

Saying too much would only create unease.

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The array set by the Heavenly Transformation Altar had ample origin power; a single year there was equivalent to thousands of years.

Han Muye cultivated in the grand array with Sister Mu Wan for ten thousand years, waiting for her to reach the Apex of Heavenly Secrets before leaving.

By that time, at least a million Primordial Beings within the array had reached the Realm of Life and Death.

To enter the realm of Life and Death in ten thousand years, even with adequate origin resources and cultivation techniques, was an exceptional achievement.

Among them, Huang Zhihu and others with the strongest cultivation abilities had reached Half Step Reincarnation.

These were truly exceptional individuals.

After allowing Sister Mu Wan to cultivate in the array, Han Muye stepped out of the illusion array.

Outside the grand array, the situation was already fraught with turmoil.

The dragon formed by Yu Chen resisted the encirclement and onslaught of armies numbering in the millions.

The dragon drew on the grand array’s power to protect the altar.

“Yu Chen, you can’t hold them off,” came a voice.

“That Han Muye not only treacherously harmed a Divine Venerate but also left Cao Lin Great Lord trapped in an illusionary slumber, on the brink of death. Such a vile person must be executed,” others exclaimed passionately as the army advanced, and several powerful figures at the Dominance Realm level, holding weapons that could slay planes, struck down at Yu Chen.

Although Yu Chen was at the Dominance Realm, he could not fend off so many adversaries of the same level.

As the giant weapons fell towards him, his eyes sparked with a brilliant light, and a grey longsword flew out from his mouth.

This was the longsword Han Muye had left with him to face powerful opponents, and now was the time to use it.

As the longsword emerged, it transformed into a giant sword spanning thousands of miles, cutting down everything.

All the giant weapons in front of Yu Chen were shattered by the sword light in an instant.

“What kind of treasure is this!”

“This sword is too powerful!”

The dominions all cried out in alarm and turned to flee.

Their cherished weapons were destroyed, and they were all seriously injured.

“Think it’s too late to escape now?” a low voice taunted as the longsword turned into a myriad of sword lights, chasing the countless armies and those several dominions.

“Divine Venerate, save us!” came the desperate cry from a dominion as he was pursued, but before he could escape, his body was already locked by the grey and white sword light, tumbling to the dust just like Cao Lin Great Lord had before.

The grey and white sword light swept across, enveloping countless cultivators, and all six dominions were imprisoned.

“Divine Venerate—”

Shouts of panic rose.

Yu Chen narrowed his eyes and stretched out his forelimb to retrieve the longsword.

Just then, a long laugh echoed from the void as a figure descended from above, reaching out toward the grey and white sword light.

“Not in vain did I, the Immortal Sovereign, plan this all. I knew Han Muye relied on a Creation Supreme Treasure.”