Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Xu Jue.

Luo Kun.

There is also Sun Wuji, who was transformed into God of Slaughter and War Puppet.

They had all cultivated in the Tiantang Sword Pool where Han Muye was.

At that time, Luo Kun regarded Sun Wuji as his only brother, and now the God Slayer and War Puppet is already a half-step overlord, and he doesn't know how far Luo Kun has cultivated.

As for Xu Jue, he was a little guy who was obsessed with refining weapons at the beginning, and he wanted to be a craftsman.

Looking at the Hulingxu Realm in front of him, Han Muye showed a trace of emotion.

Mu Wan beside him stretched out her hand and held his arm.

For so many years, she has quietly hidden behind Han Muye, so that he has no worries, but she is also missing in Han Muye's life.

Unknowingly, she can only become a spectator of those exciting or dangerous events.

"Senior brother, do you still remember the small pharmacy in Tianxuan Imperial City?" Looking up at Han Muye, Mu Wan's eyes shone brightly.

Danyuan Pavilion.

Zuo Lin, Zuo Yulong, Zuo Yuting, and Shao Datian and Cuicui next door.

Baili Xinglin, Qin Suyang, and those neighbors, great Confucians in the Imperial City Academy...

Han Muye looked at Mu Wan and nodded.

After he stepped out of Tianxuan, he fought all the way, met countless strong men, experienced countless things, until he stepped into the pinnacle of the world.

But Mu Wan is not.

What Mu Wan guards in her heart is always that little Dan Yuan Pavilion.

That was her fondest memory over the years.

How many people in this world are worth waiting for?

In this world, how many people wait in vain?

Han Muye felt a little guilty.

If she falls in a certain place, will Mu Wan just wait for it all her life, tens of millions of years, hundreds of millions of years...

"Brother, let's seal up our memories and go to the Hulingxu Realm." Mu Wan's eyes became even brighter.

Whether it's Mu Wan or Han Muye, their cultivation and spirit power have already surpassed the carrying limit of the Hulingxu world.

They can only differentiate a trace of spirit into it.

But what Mu Wan said, to seal the memory, made Han Muye smile.

"Junior sister wants to see, seal up the memory, can senior brother still find you?"

For strong people like them, even if they seal up the memory of the soul, there will be some kind of induction in the dark, and they will set up a practice path for themselves.

For example, after Han Muye entered the Ruins Realm, his purpose would be to find Mu Wan, and Mu Wan's fate was to wait, waiting for Han Muye to find her.

This is the soul that the power of the ruins cannot suppress them, so they can only let them arrange their own practice rules.

It's the same as Sun Wuji, who was the incarnation of God Slayer and War Puppet, entered the Ruin Realm back then.

With a smile on Mu Wan's face, she raised her hand a little, and a faint golden light fell into the ruins in front of her.

Seeing this point of golden light fall into the Ruins Realm, Han Muye's heart skipped a beat.

It's a heart touch.

Entering the other world with a trace of spirit, seeking enlightenment, he has done this before.

What about the other plane?

In his own eyes, there is the Ruins Realm in front of him, but in the eyes of the strong in the sky plane, and even other planes, is this plane just the same as the Ruins Realm?

For those strong men who have already set foot on the top of the world, how is their practice?

How can one break through the bottleneck and see a new world in a practice where there is no way to advance?

When Mu Wan's spirit fell on the market, Han Muye had a level of understanding.

This time splitting the soul into the Ruins Realm, maybe he can have a different harvest.

This feeling made him happy.

Maybe this will be a way for him to practice in the future.

"Senior brother, don't hurry up. The time in this Hulingxu world is five hundred times that of the outside world. If you hesitate for a moment, my soul will become your grandma."

These words made Han Muye laugh out loud, and he waved his hand, triggering a golden light to fall in the Hulingxu Realm.

Then, Han Muye raised his hand, and his and Mu Wan's figures disappeared in place.

...

Huling Ruins Realm.

One hundred thousand years have passed since Han Muye left the Hulingxu Realm.

Today's Hulingxu Realm is controlled by three parties.

Xuan Qin is still the strongest existence, and the name of Lord Luo Kun, the Heavenly Emperor, shakes the world.

The soldiers of Xuanqin are invincible in the world.

Back then, Tiantang was guarded by disciples of Xuanyuan Jianchi, barely opposing Xuanqin.

Because of Xuanyuan Jianchi's relationship, Xuanqin did not suppress Tiantang too much.

The rest are Lingxiao Tiangong, which occupies the sea area, and the remaining forces of Mo Chu back then.

Mo Chu has been extinct for tens of thousands of years, but because of the existence of Master Xu Jue, those remaining Mo Chu forces have not been wiped out, and now they mainly remain around the sea area.

Luo Kun is not usually in Xuanqin, but is practicing in Lingxiao Tiangong with Xu Jue.

Of course, Lingxiao Tiangong seldom cares about the mundane affairs of Xuanqin and Tiantang.

Lingxiao Tiangong only formulates rules, and those practitioners who enter the Ruins Realm are not allowed to disturb the order of all parties.

Every time a strong person enters the Hulingxu Realm, there will be a strong person from Lingxiao Tiangong.

Han Muye knew this when he stepped into Xuanyuan Sword Pool and became its disciple.

A trace of spirit entered the Hulingxu Realm, and he transformed into Han Wuxie, a young man in his early twenties.

He thought he could seal the memory, but he found that there were still some shadows of previous memories, so he came to Xuanyuan Sword Pool.

"Han Wuxie, are you planning to enter the sword hall or the sword cottage?"

At this moment, the gray-robed youth standing beside Han Muye turned his head, looked at him and asked.

Xuanyuan Sword Pool has a sword hall and a sword house. The sword hall is for practicing with a sword. After learning the art, you can work for Tiantang, and you can also travel in the rivers and lakes.

Sword Hut disciples basically stay in Xuanyuan Sword Pool to practice, rarely appear in the eyes of the world, they can be regarded as a school of ascetic practice.

"I'll probably go into the Sword Cottage." Han Muye looked forward.

On a mottled stone tablet, there are several large characters.

Back then, the stele was still standing beside the sword pool.

Now that the stele has been moved down the mountain, it is unknown if the sword pool is still there.

"This is the stele of my Xuanyuan Sword Pool. Every name on it is the glory of my Xuanyuan Sword Pool."

"If you want to enter the Xuanyuan Sword Pool, you need to look up at the stele and understand my Xuanyuan Sword Pool's swordsmanship and heavenly heart that maintains the world."

The white-bearded old man standing in front of the stone steps had a calm expression, ignoring the excited expressions of the thousands of young people below who were about to worship Xuanyuan Sword Pool, and spoke unhurriedly.

He first introduced the past glory of Xuanyuan Sword Pool, then talked about the rules of sword cultivation, and then talked about some wonderful experiences in the world that he thought were wonderful.

Those new disciples were a little impatient, and the old man raised his hand just now: "Pass the Tianbei, test your heart and potential, and then choose whether to enter the sword hall or the sword hut."

Speaking of this, there was a cold light in his eyes.

"You should understand the rules of the Tiger Spirit Realm. If you have other thoughts, then leave your life under the monument."

With that said, he took a step back.

The impatient group of disciples walked forward quickly, stood in front of the monument, and then bowed.

Following this prostration, a faint spiritual light lit up on the Tianbei.

This represents the approval of Tianbei.

Those disciples showed joy on their faces, and rushed to the mountain road behind the Tianbei.

According to the introduction of the white-bearded old man named Shao Yang, as long as the Tianbei approves, he already has the qualification to worship Xuanyuan Sword Pool.

Ahead, groups of young people bowed before the monument and left.

"Om—"

On the Tianbei, a name revealed a gleam of golden light.

Shao Yang glanced over, then raised his hand a little, and a young man in a green robe flew forward.

"What's your name?" Shao Yang asked.

The young man was a little confused, he raised his head and said, "I, my disciple's name is Yu Gesheng."

Shao Yang nodded, then turned to look at the stele: "You have a predestined relationship with Master Yu Situ, my senior Jianchi, it may be because of blood, or it may be because of his reincarnated spirit."

"From now on, you will practice in the Sword Cottage, and we will provide you with cultivation resources alone."

There are such good things as providing practice resources alone!

Shao Yang's words made everyone around look envious.

Yu Gesheng was stunned for a moment, then carefully took out a broken sword from his arms.

"My family has always kept this broken sword. It is said that it was left by our ancestors. I didn't expect this sword to be owned by Senior Xuanyuan Jianchi."

"Then my family will have an orderly inheritance..."

There was a trace of emotion and excitement on his face.

The appearance of a lucky son like Yu Gesheng made the young people waiting behind envious.

Many people are gearing up to see if they have enough opportunities.

Needless to say, in a short while, seven or eight people who had a relationship with Jianchi were selected.

"Om—"

When the monument rang again, everyone looked up again.

But this time what was waiting was not Shao Yang's inquiry, but a sword in his hand.

The clear sword light stabbed directly at a young man wearing a jade crown.

The young man was stunned for a moment, then his whole body trembled, his figure flickered, and he stepped back a foot.

"People outside the realm are not allowed to spy on the sword pond and the Tiangong. Do you know this rule?" Shao Yang's eyes fell on the young man, and he spoke lightly.

The Outer Worlds!

All the youths standing in front of the monument were taken aback for a moment, then dispersed in a panic.

The expression on the face of the young man who was repelled by the sword changed, and finally nodded.

Shao Yang put away his long sword and waved his hand: "You go, the body enters the tiger spirit world, be careful, don't lose your life."

Speaking of this, he looked around: "The Tiger Spirit Realm does not exclude outsiders, but all those who come in the flesh are not allowed to practice in the Sword Pool and the Heavenly Palace."

"This is the rule."

Entering the Ruins Realm with a real body will take away the origin of the Ruins Realm.

The more you practice in a powerful force, the more resources you will take away when you leave.

It is also for this reason that Tiangong and Jianchi prohibit the practitioners who physically enter the ruins realm from entering.

Shao Yang raised his finger to the Tianbei, a trace of nostalgia flashed across his face.

"My Xuanyuan Sword Pool has more than 3,000 practitioners from outside the realm, from the Heavenly Sword Patriarch back then to the Wudao Patriarch. Only they can inherit my sword pool."

"As long as you sincerely practice in my sword pool, my sword pool will not refuse."

When the soul enters the world of ruins to practice, what it takes away is only the perception.

Han Muye nodded slightly.

Perhaps it is also the attitude of the Huling Ruins Realm that makes the entire Ruins Realm stronger?

The expression of the young man standing in front changed, and finally he bowed to Shao Yang, and then bowed his hands to the surrounding youths.

"Xiong Jinliang, I will see you in the rivers and lakes in the future, and I hope you will take care of me."

After finishing speaking, he was already hundreds of feet away.

Although this cultivation base is suppressed, it can be seen that there is half a step of heaven.

In the Hulingxu Realm, the highest half-step immortal can be accommodated.

But that level of cultivation is basically in the fairy island on the sea or Lingxiao Tiangong.

Tianjing is already considered a strong one in the mortal kingdom.

Xiong Jinliang's departure made the young people look sad.

Han Muye turned his head to look at Shao Yang in front of him.

This old man's cultivation is not bad, he is already in the fairyland.

Even if the Huling Ruins Realm suppressed him, his cultivation in the Immortal Realm wasn't too weak. When Han Muye became famous throughout the Ruins Realm, what he showed was only the fighting power of the Immortal Realm.

The entry test continued, and everyone was more in awe of the Tianbei.

"Han Wuxie, aren't you going?" The young man standing beside Han Muye walked forward and turned to look at Han Muye.

The young man's name was Li Si, he met Han Muye on the way, and came here together.

Han Muye waved his hand: "I'll take another look."

Seeing that he was not in a hurry, Li Si walked up to the Tianbei in a few steps, and after bowing, he quickly walked up the mountain road.

It wasn't until everyone set foot on the mountain path that Han Muye walked to the stone tablet with the last few people.

"Om—"

The stele shook lightly.

Shao Yang's eyes fell on these people.

Those young people who have been selected and have a relationship with Jianchi all looked over curiously.

Who is this again?

The young man standing beside Han Muye raised his head with a trace of emotion on his face.

"I didn't expect that I could return to Jianchi."

He whispered softly, then took a step forward, raised his hand and tapped on the stone tablet.

On the stele, a name shone with golden light.

"It turns out that Master Wu Zhu's uncle has returned." Shao Yang bowed slightly.

The young man named Wu Zhu sighed, nodded, straightened his clothes, bowed to the stele, and walked to the waiting young men.

This person is reincarnated and still has the memory of the previous life. The practice will be faster than others, but it will be difficult in the later stage.

The memories of the two lives overlap, and it depends on chance if you want to cultivate to the peak of the world.

Han Muye's eyes fell on the names on the stone tablet.

He sees the position near the top, with his name on it.

Venerable Heavenly Sword.

Below are Sun Wujue, Luo Kun, and Xu Jue.

The transcendence of Xuanyuan Sword Pool comes from this.

The top experts in this world have all practiced in Jianchi.

Around and below these names, Han Muye has also seen the names of some sword pool practitioners back then.

They are the ones who really support Jianchi.

"Om—"

Following Han Muye's gaze, the vibration on the stele became louder.

At this moment, the names on the monument seemed to be trembling.

Shao Yang narrowed his eyes and looked around.

He didn't feel anything unusual about the disciples in front of him.

That is, there may be foreign enemies invading?

At this time, on the top of the mountain, among several thatched huts, several white-haired old men opened their eyes.

"Sense of the Tianbei, is this a warning, or is my senior Jianchi returning..."

"I belong to the 30th generation of Jianchi, and the ones who are still above me, only Lord Luo Kun and his generation still have people. Could it be that the Heavenly Emperor Luo Kun has come?"

"Hey, who is this senior who can cause the monument to shake like this..."

Before the monument, Han Muye turned his gaze.

He walked slowly up the mountain path.

Others marched along.

As they left, the Tianbei slowly fell silent.

"Is it really my senior Jianchi who returned?" Shao Yang looked at the figures of the crowd and whispered to himself.

Han Muye walked along the unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar mountain path.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the time when he was sitting in Jianchi.

"Om—"

On the top of the mountain, there is a pool full of long swords with a radius of ten thousand zhang, and the sound of sword chant resounds from it.

In the next instant, all the long swords in the pool began to vibrate.

The sound of sword chant resounded through Xuanyuan Sword Pool! (end of this chapter)