Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

They encountered a few human cultivators along the way. Some of them traveled alone, while others teamed up to search for treasures.

Han Muye and the others didn't want to provoke others, and the others weren't in the mood to communicate with them.

This was the norm when cultivators met in the wild.

As for those who took the initiative to strike up a conversation in the wild, they either had ulterior motives or were tired of living.

"We're here."

After crossing a 30,000-foot mountain, Patriarch Tao Ran narrowed his eyes and spoke in a deep voice.

Han Muye looked up ahead.

The mass of ridges and peaks undulated like dragons.

In their midst were dilapidated palaces.

Only broken walls remained of these palaces.

But standing on the peak, one could see the magnificence of this place.

There was no end to it.

Han Muye had seen these palaces before.

In the sword of the Soul Formation cultivator, he had seen this place before.

Immortal light lingered and dazzled.

There was a proliferation of cultivators. The sects flourished.

Back then, the Soul Formation Great Cultivator, Hong Chaoyang, blocked Sword Master Yuan Tian's sword alone.

The name of the ancient Blazing Sun Palace still circulated after 10,000 years.

Unfortunately, such a magnificent place was now in ruins.

Indeed, the rise and fall of the world was not up to people.

"Let's go take a look over there."

Patriarch Tao Ran pointed at the center of the ruins of the Blazing Sun Palace and whispered.

"Back then, I found a few sword techniques in the ruins of the hall. There were also some jade discs with fire-type cultivation techniques."

Han Muye looked up.

The location Patriarch Tao Ran pointed to was the Blazing Sun Palace's Cloud Sun Hall back then. It was where the sect's meetings were held.

There were some jade discs with inheritances engraved on them in the hall.

However, the true inheritance should be in the Inheritance Pavilion.

Han Muye's gaze landed on the westernmost position and he said, "Patriarch, let's go to the Inheritance Pavilion."

Hearing his words, Patriarch Tao Ran was stunned. "The Inheritance Pavilion? You know where the Inheritance Pavilion of the Blazing Sun Palace is?"

Without a word, Han Muye flew down.

Patriarch Tao Ran's face lit up. As he quickly followed, he whispered, "It's said that the cultivation techniques and sword techniques of the Blazing Sun Palace are all in the Inheritance Pavilion.

"If we can find the Inheritance Pavilion, we can obtain most of the essence of the Blazing Sun Palace."

To an expert like Patriarch Tao Ran, be it spiritual materials or treasures, they could not compare to the various cultivation techniques and sword techniques that had been passed down.

It was not about cultivation. Just using these powerful cultivation techniques to verify his body was already an extremely rare comprehension.

The greater the cultivator, the more he cared about cultivation comprehension.

He had seen how the number one sword cultivator in the Western Frontier like Tu Sunshi still had to mingle with itinerant cultivators.

Han Muye moved through the ruins.

In front of him, the image of a magnificent sect from 10,000 years ago seemed to appear.

There were cultivators in every hall and pavilion. They were either studying cultivation techniques or cultivating sword techniques.

These scenes coincided with his memories of Hong Chaoyang's sword from the Soul Formation realm.

Traces of sword Qi flashed on Han Muye's body.

In his divine treasure, the golden light of the Spell of the Mortal World kept flickering.

At this moment, he had more understanding of the fire-type sword technique he had previously cultivated.

The flames burned fiercely and were cold when they were extinguished.

There were always ups and downs in the world.

"Who goes there!"

Just as Han Muye was about to reach the inheritance pavilion, a low shout sounded and a sword light flashed from the side.

"Clang—"

Han Muye raised his hand and blocked the sword light.

"Eh?"

The person who had drawn the sword let out a surprised sound. The sword light did not change. With a light twist, it continued to collide with Han Muye's chest.

The Green Destiny sword in Han Muye's hand trembled. It brushed past the edge of the sword and stabbed forward.

"Good sword technique!"

A low shout came from opposite. Then a young man in a green robe standing 30 feet away with a sword appeared.

This person had a dense sword intent rising from his body. His cultivation level was above Foundation Establishment, at the Earth Realm.

"Ever since you came to the Western Frontier, you were the first to force me back with one strike."

The young man stared at Han Muye, his face filled with fighting spirit.

He raised his hand and pointed his sword at Han Muye, then chuckled. "Three strikes, then. If you can take three strikes from me, you're qualified to be my friend."

Seeing someone pointing a sword at Han Muye, Lu Gao strode forward, but Han Muye raised his hand to stop him.

"I'm also interested in his swordsmanship."

Han Muye also raised the Green Destiny Sword in his hand.

"Hum—"

In an instant, countless sword Qi turned into astral winds.

Before the sword appeared, the sword intent had already collided countless times!

Patriarch Tao Ran stood behind Han Muye and frowned. "This sword intent is surging like the mountains and seas. It's not the way of our Western Frontier."

"Eastern Sea Sword Cultivator, I'm very curious about the Eastern Sea Sword Technique." Han Muye chuckled and pointed the Green Destiny Sword at him. A golden stream of light landed in front of the young man.

Although he had never fought with the Eastern Sea sword cultivators, a few swords in the Sword Pavilion came from the Eastern Sea.

From these swords, Han Muye had long seen the Eastern Sea Sword Technique.

It was vast and continuous.

Once the Eastern Sea Sword Technique inheritance was activated, the sword light seemed endless.

"Good!" Seeing the sword Qi in front of him, the young man shouted and swept the sword in his hand, turning it into waves that pressed down.

"Bam—"

Like a huge wave rolling, it hit the hundred-foot-long reef and rumbled.

The young man took a step back and looked at Han Muye, his eyes shining.

"It's impolite not to reciprocate. Watch my sword—"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword light moved!

The shining sword light crashed forward like a drop of cold seawater.

As soon as the sword light appeared from the blade, it immediately turned into a turbid wave.

The wave was like the sky, crashing down on Han Muye.

Such a sword technique had the shadow of fusing the Great Dao.

"Not bad. It's a little like the waves of the sea." Han Muye laughed and pointed the sword in his hand. The sword light caused the wave to roll back.

The young man opposite him was stunned by such a strike.

He could not imagine how his sword could be flipped so simply.

"Boom—"

The wave crashed down and he stumbled back.

The spray of the wave turned into endless sword Qi that wreaked havoc in all directions.

The cold sword light collided with the hot rocks and rocks, causing dust and clouds to fill the sky.

The power of this sword could cut through ten miles of mountains.

However, Han Muye and the young man opposite him were more restrained, suppressing all their strength in their sword techniques.

"There's a sword cultivator named Mo Yuan in the Western Frontier. Do you know him?"

The dishevelled young man with his face covered in dust landed 10 feet away. He stared at Han Muye and spoke in a deep voice.