Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Han Muye looked at the smug Tu Sunshi and nodded gently.

The number one sword cultivator in the Western Frontier.

Mingling with the itinerant cultivators and swindling for 200 spiritual rocks.

When he attacked, he was full of vulgarities, like a villager chattering endlessly.

All these appearances turned into nothingness when he attacked.

His sword had two sword auras that could shatter the heavens and earth.

His sword momentum was like a river that swept through thousands of miles!

With such a sword technique, he was the invincible sword cultivator in the world.

The number one sword cultivator in the Western Frontier lived up to his name.

"You think this sword technique is not bad too?" Tu Sunshi's expression became even more smug as he raised his hand and pointed ahead of the sword river.

Countless demon experts were swept up and turned into powder.

"This sword technique is really top-notch in the Western Frontier," Han Muye replied seriously. Then he said, "I wonder what it will be like if this sword technique is combined with the power of mountains and rivers?"

Tu Sunshi, who had been smiling, froze.

He waved his hand and muttered a few times. He looked up into the distance and curled his lips. "Brat, aren't you making things difficult for me? Who can master three sword moves except a fifth level Nascent Soul?"

In the world of cultivation, there were levels of cultivation.

Third level of the Human Realm. Energy Essence, Qi condensation, and Foundation Establishment. There were nine folds per level to condense the foundation of cultivation.

Third level of the Earth Realm. Meridian Opening, Soul Awakening, Core Formation. Complete cultivation of the Golden Core. Only then could one become an invincible Heaven Realm cultivator.

Third level of the Heaven Realm. Nascent Soul, Birthing, Soul Formation. At the Heaven Realm, the body was a raft, the Nascent Soul and Essence Soul were treasures for cultivation.

Nascent Soul was the beginning of breaking away from the mortal world and drawing the power of heaven and earth to transform the Great Dao into one's own food.

Such power was at the peak of the Western Frontier.

Every step of Heaven Realm cultivation could be said to be terrifying.

Even with heaps of countless resources, it was still difficult to advance.

Even if Master Tu Sunshi's sword Dao was invincible, his cultivation level was still stuck at the second level of the Nascent Soul realm and had not moved for hundreds of years.

"Can you comprehend only three sword auras at the fifth level of the Nascent Soul realm?"

Han Muye whispered.

Really?

At this moment, in his mind, the image of Tu Sunshi holding a sword and collapsing a mountain kept circulating.

"Hum—"

After changing back and forth several times, the scene rumbled. The mountains and rivers fused together and turned into a sea of swords!

Who said that one could not comprehend the third sword momentum without being at the fifth level of the Nascent Soul realm?

The third sword momentum was just the fusion of the great forces, causing sharp vicissitudes!

"Boom—"

Above Han Muye's head, endless spiritual energy swirled and turned into a vortex.

The almost viscous power from before was swept up and directly poured into Han Muye's dantian.

The originally chaotic spiritual energy in his dantian kept spinning and divided into nine layers of clouds.

The space in his Qi Sea churned and surged, and the space expanded tenfold!

In the originally empty divine treasure, wisps of soul sword Qi condensed.

His hair, which was originally gray and white because of the depletion of his lifespan, turned greenish black, and only a few strands of white hair at his temples were visible to the naked eye.

"You can even comprehend this," Master Tu Sunshi muttered. Then he clicked his tongue a few times and revealed a strange expression. "You're really only at the Foundation Establishment realm…"

Foundation Establishment.

At the top of the Yuntai Dao Sect's mountain gate, Han Muye, who had comprehended something, directly broke through and became a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

The Foundation Establishment realm was the last level of the Human Realm, which was also the foundation of the Earth Realm. It was also the beginning of a cultivator leaving the mortal world.

He had established the foundation of the Great Dao and had a lifespan of more than 500 years. He was no longer a mortal who lingered in the mortal world.

When Han Muye opened his eyes, sword light flashed in his eyes.

Foundation Establishment cultivation.

The spiritual energy in his dantian was 10 times more than before. The 18 immortal-grade pills surged with medicinal power and were filled with spiritual energy every moment.

Two sword pills spun gently and played freely. They landed at the top of the nine cloud layers. Below the cloud layers, a sword intent flickered like a swimming fish.

This sword intent was a power that Han Muye had cultivated and nurtured himself.

In the Sea of Qi space, the feeling of being bloated to the point of bursting had been greatly reduced. Ninety sword intents slowly floated and spun.

The two sword intents that already had the power of a half-step sword momentum were even more condensed. It seemed that as long as there was an opportunity, they could truly transform into sword momentum.

In the divine treasure space, only half of the medicinal power was left in the Purple Jade Pill.

However, at this moment, the space in the divine treasure had expanded tenfold, and the originally diffused soul sword Qi slowly began to condense again.

Once one entered the Foundation Establishment realm, the world would be divided into immortals and mortals!

Standing in the air, sword Qi intertwined around Han Muye's body. His clothes fluttered in the wind, and his figure was like an immortal.

"Boom—"

At this moment, the sword river that was hundreds of kilometers away finally shattered, turning into endless sword Qi that exploded.

This sword Qi blasted the demons in the Sword River into pieces.

When the sword river swept through, less than 10% of the demons in the Southern Wasteland survived.

"Master Tu Sunshi, are you going to fight my Southern Wasteland to the death—"

A voice rose a thousand miles away.

A huge palm slapped down and shattered all the sword Qi.

Then, demonic Qi wreaked havoc, as if it was about to roll over.

Tu Sunshi snorted and watched as the ancient sword above Han Muye's head slowly dissipated, a look of regret on his face.

If it weren't for the fact that Han Muye's soul sword had dissipated after a hundred breaths, those demons wouldn't even dare to fart.

"Boy, if you help me, I'll return the favor."

Tu Sunshi muttered and shook his body. The power of his soul that originally belonged to him in the dissipating sword above Han Muye's head reversed and landed on Han Muye.

Is he going to give the soul sword Qi to me?

Han Muye looked at Tu Sunshi in confusion.

It had taken Master Tu Sunshi a lot of time and soul power to cultivate this soul sword.

The key was that this soul sword Qi contained Master Tu Sun's cultivation comprehension and Great Dao of Sword Force!

"I said I'll give it to you. I'm the strongest sword cultivator in the Western Frontier. How can I take advantage of you?"

Master Tu Sun glared at Han Muye and ignored him. He turned to look at the entrance of the Yuntai Dao Sect below.

"Hurry up and pack. Follow me to Cloud Nest Ridge."

Tu Sunshi pointed at the rolling demonic aura in the distance and said coldly, "I won't do it again."

"Fellow Daoist Tu…" The green-robed Daoist who had been crying earlier looked excited. He bowed to Master Tu Sunshi and shouted, "Accept, no, all disciples, leave for Cloud Nest Ridge!"

After saying that, the Daoist stopped and raised his hand to throw out a thousand-foot flying ship.

Those low-level disciples rushed into the flying ship. The other Earth Realm experts also scattered various flying Dharma artifacts and led the group of Yuntai Dao Sect disciples towards Cloud Nest Ridge.

At this moment, Han Muye suppressed the sword of the soul that Master Tu Sunshi had given him in his divine treasure.

The soul sword Qi that Master Tu Sun had given him was too strong. It was already at the sword momentum realm. Even if he took it, he needed to slowly refine it.

This process was not something that could be done in a short period of time.

Seeing everyone from the Yuntai Dao Sect fly away, Han Muye glanced at the surging demonic clouds and whispered, "Senior, let's go too."

If he didn't leave now, he would have to face the demons again.

The last thing he wanted was another fight.

Why fight when there is nothing to gain?

Tu Sunshi waved his hand and grinned. "Look at all the good things on Yuntai Mountain. Isn't it a pity to throw them to the demons?"

Pity?

So what? The Yuntai Dao Sect must have many treasures, but there was no time to gather them.

There were also many buildings that had been built over countless years and spiritual herbs and plants that could only benefit the demons.

"Kid, don't say that I'm unkind. I can only give you 20%." Master Tu Sunshi rubbed his hands and raised his arms.

A sword light descended from the sky and slashed down the side of Yuntai Mountain.

"Boom—"

The sound shook the ground as if the mountains were collapsing.

The demons paused for a moment, not knowing what was going on.

Han Muye's eyes widened as he looked at Tu Sunshi's large sleeve cover and retract most of the Yuntai Mountain that had been slashed down.

It was one thing for them to scrape the land, but he even dug up the mountain…

Looking at Tu Sunshi, whose face was flushed red, Han Muye understood why this old fellow wanted the people from the Yuntai Dao Sect to leave at full speed.

If the people of the Yuntai Dao Sect didn't leave, how could he have the face to overhaul the entire mountain?

"Let's go. Let's go back and take stock. I'll give you spiritual stones. Don't worry. With my character, I won't fool you about this."

He rolled up his sleeves with one hand and looked generous.

"Demons of the Southern Wasteland, I remember your destruction of the Yuntai Dao Sect."

Before leaving, Tu Sunshi did not forget to shout at the demons.

Han Muye shook his head and followed behind Tu Sunshi. He turned into a sword light and left.

However, he did not follow Master Tu Sunshi very closely.

He felt that this old fellow might kill him for the Yuntai Dao Sect's assets.

"Boom—"

Sword light rumbled and returned to Cloud Nest Ridge.

At this moment, other than the experts of the various sects who had retreated from Fengshou Mountain, the reinforcements under the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, and the hundreds of thousands of disciples of the Yuntai Dao Sect, there were as many as a million cultivators in the entire base.

These people looked up and saw two sword lights flying over in streaks of light. They broke through the demonic aura and landed thousands of feet above Cloud Nest Ridge.

Green robe with a purple crown. Long sword on his back. He gathered his sleeves and stood in the air.

The number one sword cultivator in the Western Frontier, Tu Sunshi.

Han Muye was dressed in a white robe and carried two swords on his back. His clothes fluttered like an immortal.

Han Muye, the immortal of the Sword Dao.

This name had only circulated for half a day, but it had already spread throughout the entire Cloud Nest Ridge.

He used two swords to stop the demons and set up the battle line.

One person went against the flow and invited the number one sword cultivator of the Western Frontier to accompany him.

With one sword, with the power of more than 10,000 swords on Cloud Nest Ridge, he killed the great demons of the Southern Wasteland.

With one sword, he helped the number one sword cultivator of the Western Frontier, Master Tu Sunshi turn sword momentum into a river, break through the encirclement of the demonic spirits in the Southern Wasteland, and save hundreds of thousands of Yuntai Dao Sect cultivators.

Such a person was worthy of the title of an immortal.

On the Cloud Nest Ridge, the leader of the Yuntai Dao Sect bowed and said to Master Tu Sunshi, "Thank you for your help, Daoist Tu."

Without Master Tu Sunshi's sword, the Yuntai Dao Sect would definitely be destroyed today.

All the Yuntai Dao Sect disciples bowed.

Master Tu Sunshi's expression did not change. He looked up into the distance and calmly accepted the bow.

The green-robed Daoist below looked up at Han Muye, who was beside Master Tu Sunshi.

"Fellow Daoist Han Muye of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, On behalf of the Yuntai Dao Sect, I thank you for your help."

He cupped his hands, then took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Today, you consumed the sword of the soul that you cultivated hard. The Yuntai Dao Sect will definitely repay this favor."