Chapter 1417 - 1417 Reintegration Rules, Refining the Primordial Armor
1417 Reintegration Rules, Refining the Primordial Armor
‘What do you want to learn?’
Sun Wuju looked confused.
“Well, senior, no, master, I want to become stronger.” Luo Kun, taking a deep breath, looked towards Han Muye and hesitantly spoke.
“I…” Sun Wuju shook his head and said in a low voice, “I want longevity.”
Longevity.
Luo Kun turned to look at Sun Wuju and was stunned for a moment.
Is there such a thing as longevity in this world?
“Becoming stronger and seeking longevity,” Han Muye nodded, “they are not contradictory.
“Not strong enough, how can one achieve longevity?”
“Since seeking longevity, one must naturally be perpetually strong.”
Han Muye raised his hand, and the water in the sword pool in front of him shone.
This was the activation of the power of heaven and earth, radiating an awe-inspiring force.
At this moment, the entire world shook.
Sun Wuju and Luo Kun had cultivated in the Sword Pool for 10 years.
After 10 years, Luo Kun returned to Mystic Qin, and Sun Wuju presided over the Heavenly Tang Sword Pool, and took over Han Muye’s position as the Heavenly Tang Guardian.
Han Muye floated down the river on a boat and entered Mochu.
The lone boat floated down the river aimlessly.
Until it docked at a small fishing village.
Outside the fishing village, a group of children gathered around a half-foot-long wooden boat.
“Xu Jue, this is too dangerous.”
“Yeah, where in the world is a boat that can move without sails and oars?”
The children anxiously advised the 11 or 12-year-old boy on the small boat.
But the boy was unmoved, raised his hand, and slapped the rear of the small wooden boat.
In the stern, there was a creaking sound of wood hitting wood. Then the leaves under the boat spun, pushing the boat towards the center of the river.
The boat was not fast, but it really had no sails, and no one was rowing or paddling.
“Really, there’s no need for oars…” Looking at the boy sitting leisurely at the bow of the boat, the children shouted excitedly.
“Xu Jue, amazing.”
The boy at the bow stood up and extended his hands with a smile. “See? I, Xu Jue, want to become the strongest craftsman in the world—”
As soon as he finished speaking, the boat swayed and he fell into the river.
“Hurry up and save—”
“It’s over. Xu Jue is a landlubber!”
….
When Xu Jue woke up, he was already on a small boat.
In front of him, the green-robed Han Muye was holding a green bamboo fishing rod and leisurely fishing.
“Thank you, sir, for saving my life.”
Xu Jue, who had rolled over, bowed to Han Muye.
Han Muye turned to look at him.
This glance seemed to be able to see through his soul.
“Do you like these craftsmen’s techniques very much?” Han Muye pointed at the half-broken wooden boat hanging by the boat.
It was the rear half of the wooden boat, still connected to a few pieces of wooden leaves.
Xu Jue nodded.
“Good,” Han Muye looked at him and said softly, “I’ll take you to the Mochu Academy and let you apprentice under the divine craftsman Qu Tianyang.
“In a century, if you can become a new divine craftsman, come find me at the Heavenly Tang Sword Pool.”
The light boat moved forward, and Han Muye taught Xu Jue some cultivation techniques.
Three months later, Han Muye left the imperial capital of Mochu and wandered the world.
Xu Jue cultivated in the Mochu Academy and under the number one person in Mochu, the Divine Craftsman, Qu Tianyang.
Thirty years later, the Mystic Qin Army swept through the world.
The Mystic Qin Ninth Prince, the Mystic Qin Battle God Luo Kun, led a million troops to sweep through Tiantang.
The Heavenly Tang army retreated in defeat.
The Heavenly Tang Guardian, Sun Wuju, took action and fought with Luo Kun at the Sword Pool, but in the end, Sun Wujue was seriously injured and departed.
Half of the Heavenly Tang was destroyed, and the guardian Sun Wujue escorted the imperial son to Mochu.
Ten years later, the Mystic Qin army set out for Mochu, facing each other across the river with the Mochu and Heavenly Tang armies.
In this battle, the new Divine Craftsman of Mochu, Xu Jue, displayed his might. A hundred iron-armored warships attacked and knocked the million-strong Mystic Qin army down the river.
Luo Kun, who had already inherited the throne of Mystic Qin, was furious. He personally led 100,000 Mystic Qin Iron Cavalry, traveled 500 miles, and arrived at the river.
Sun Wuju and Xu Jue joined forces, but they could not stop the Mystic Qin army, nor could they stop the overwhelmingly powerful Luo Kun.
But this battle was forced to stop a day later.
Several people who claimed to be from the Lingxiao Heavenly Sect attacked and injured Luo Kun before taking Sun Wuju and Xu Jue away.
In order to stop them from taking Sun Wuju away, Luo Kun attacked with all his might, but in the end, he was no match and fled with heavy injuries.
Without Luo Kun’s suppression, the Mystic Qin collapsed, and the flames of war rose in the country.
“Master, I was wrong.” In front of the Sword Pool, Luo Kun, who was covered in broken iron armor, bowed and knelt, touching the ground with his head.
“Oh?” Han Muye, who had arrived at some point, said calmly, “Tell me, what did you do wrong?”
Luo Kun raised his head, his eyes seemingly about to emit flames. “My mistake is that I haven’t become powerful or attained longevity, but I’m already arrogant and don’t know it.
“Being unafraid of the longevity I seek is the true Great Dao.”
He would live forever before becoming invincible.
But he was not invincible before attaining longevity.
If he wanted to be invincible, he had to kill countless enemies.
This process was arduous.
“Actually, you’re not wrong.” Han Muye shook his head and looked into the distance.
“The mistake is that you’re not strong enough.”
Luo Kun bowed and shouted, “Master, please save Wuju.
“In this life, he’s my only brother.”
Looking up, he saw Han Muye looking at him.
Han Muye’s gaze seemed to transmigrate the power of time and space.
Luo Kun seemed to have seen something and comprehended something from this gaze, but when he wanted to see it clearly, it was as if it was covered by a fog.
“Let’s go.”
Han Muye muttered and raised his hand. Thousands of sword lights flashed and flew out of the Sword Pool, turning into a 10,000-foot sword dragon.
Han Muye flew onto the head of the sword dragon and reached out to guide Luo Kun to land behind him. The sword dragon let out a long sword cry and rushed into the sky.