Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 2239: 995, have you ever heard of God-Ending?

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Shadow of the God Realm’s palm.

Even a casual slap was like billions of stars pressing down from above, as if the entire Plane was collapsing!

The strength of the God Realm does not lie in blood essence and strength of the soul, nor in the control of the Origin, but in the creation of, or fusion with, the Origin.

Han Muye’s comprehension of the Sword Dao realm was that of the God Realm, or even above the God Realm; it was because the Origin of his Sword Dao had transcended any other legacy, and he had gained an understanding that was uniquely his own.

“Not many can withstand a palm strike from the Ancient Spirit Divine Honor…” Within the Ninefold Mountains and Rivers, someone whispered.

The nine Divine Venerates clearly knew each other well, and the one who had struck was known as Ancient Spirit.

The palm shadow in front of Han Muye had become magnificently imposing.

Such an invasion of Origin Force could shatter him and all his soul imprints, staining, devouring.

This is the God Realm.

And this was just a casual probe by a Divine Realm Expert.

“Om——”

A long resonating sound of a sword echoed from Han Muye’s body.

The palm that was pressing down towards him trembled slightly, trying to withdraw.

But it was already too late to retreat at this point.

A sword light flew out from behind Han Muye, directly shattering the palm shadow.

It was truly shattered, sliced into inch-long fine threads.

Following the palm shadow, a muffled grunt was heard.

“Sword God!”

“Damn, a swordsman…”

A few exclamations came through, and the Ninefold Mountains and Rivers instantly dissipated, transforming into a vast green hall.

Several cultivators with different appearances stood in front.

An old man with a white beard in a green robe, an extra eye on his forehead, his body surrounded by strands of green mist twining and swirling.

A giant in iron armor, with four arms, and behind him a golden bamboo stick faintly visible.

A constant stream of people walked in and out of the Spiritual Affairs Division. This was the place where the Tiansang Spirit Palace dealt with the miscellaneous matters of outer yard disciples from. It was a massive place with 108 counters.

“Good morning, Senior.”

“Good morning, Senior Xu.”

“Good morning, Senio… Good afternoon?”

Xu Xiaoshou walked over with his sword behind his back. He saw people that he knew as well as people that he didn’t. Anyway, he was the most senior person here and didn’t have to greet anyone. All he had to do was nod.

Entering the Spiritual Affairs Division was like entering a wet market. It was loud and rowdy.

Most of the people here had come to register for the Windcloud Competition. After all, not registering for the competition was equivalent to forfeiting.

Anyone who forfeited for three years would be ousted from the palace. Of course, anyone ranked last for three years would also be ousted from the palace.

A small minority of people didn’t want to participate in the competition and embarrass themselves. Thus, they had come over to submit their application to enter the mortal world as an executive. They planned to live day by day until they died.

All 108 counters were occupied. Xu Xiaoshou walked toward counter number one. There was no one there.

“Indeed!”

According to his memories, rest of the counters were managed by outer yard disciples who had enough experience. Only counter number one was managed by the elder of the Spiritual Affairs Division, Qiao Qianzhi.

Elder Qiao was good in every regard except that he constantly lectured anyone he talked to. Thus, the rest of the people would rather join the queue than interact with him.

Xu Xiaoshou was on rather good terms with this elder, mainly because he had reached the limits of his potential, so Elder Qiao couldn’t be bothered to lecture him anymore.

After all, he was a man who was unable to break through to Level Four even after putting in 120% of his effort.

Xu Xiaoshou entered the booth. Elder Xiao was nodding off. Xu Xiaoshou sneakily walked over, then rapped the table with his knuckles. “Wake up!”

Elder Qiao, who was leaning back in his chair, his mouth slightly open, jumped in shock. He didn’t even bother to wipe the drool from the corner of his mouth before slapping at whoever was in front of him. Xu Xiaoshou nimbly crouched down to avoid the attack. “Easy!” he warned.

“Oh, it’s you. Xiaoshou… Hm, Xu Xiaoshou?”

Elder Qiao became wide awake when he saw who had come. There was a look of shock on his face. “Weren’t you in death seclusion? You didn’t die?”

Xu Xiaoshou’s expression turned dark. What, it’s not possible that I could’ve achieved a breakthrough? You expected me to become a corpse?

“I died. I’m now a zombie!” he said in an unfriendly tone.

Elder Qiao gave him a friendly smile. He pointed to the people outside and said, “You’re also prepared to leave the palace to become an executive in the mortal world?”

Xu Xiaoshou returned his sarcasm. “Become an executive? Why, is it not good to make it in the top ten spots of the Windcloud Scoreboard?”

“Yes, but how can you with your abilities?” Elder Qiao suddenly clutched his belly and burst out laughing, his body trembling violently.

It was incredibly boring in the outer yard. Only Xu Xiaoshou dared to talk to him like this. It was only in front of Xu Xiaoshou that he would set aside his pride and laugh freely.

“Got mocked. Passive Point +1.”

Mocked?

He’d just opened a whole new can of worms!

Xu Xiaoshou snickered. It seemed like it was as he’d expected. As long as he was passive enough, he’d gain an endless stream of Passive Points.

“Why? You don’t believe that my abilities have improved by leaps and bounds after my death seclusion?”

Elder Qiao had wiped off his drool with a napkin and was just about to rinse his mouth, but when Xu Xiaoshou asked this, he couldn’t help but smile.

“Got suspected. Passive Point +1.”

Xu Xiaoshou was happy. He continued to flick his sleeves and said with a stern expression, “I won’t keep anything from you. I’ve already broken through to the Innate stage!”

“Puuu!” Elder Qiao spat out his water.

He looked at Xu Xiaoshou’s serious expression and could no longer hold it in. His demon-like laugh reverberated around the Spiritual Affairs Division. “HAHAHAHA…”

The commonality of these cultivators was that although they seemed to be present, their bodies were illusory.

They were all the arrival of the strength of the soul.

The Divine Realm Expert wasn’t truly here.

Han Muye’s current Sword Dao realm had surpassed the God Realm, his combat strength was extremely powerful, overpowering the Divine Realm, and facing Divine Realm souls, he could easily defeat them.

If the opponent had come in true body and made full effort, it likely wouldn’t have been so simple.

Yin Yang, life and death, Heaven’s Secret, comprehension of karma, cycle of reincarnation, followed by Dominance and Void-breaking Realm, and Above the Void Break is the hard-to-find God Realm, the peak of countless Planes.

According to the hierarchy within the Void Plane, a Plane that can nurture Dominance Realm experts is already an Upper Plane, capable of suppressing thousands of Planes.

A Plane with Void-breaking Realm powerful beings as its caretaker is a top-tier Plane, able to overpower countless Heaven and Earth Planes.

As for the lands guarded by Divine Realm Experts, they are the Super Planes of the Void World, the realm of Overlords.

The Great Pantheon Plane and a few other rare Planes are the dominions of these Overlords.

“Fellow Daoist has formidable strength, and is qualified to take part in the matters of the Divine Abyss,” the white-bearded elder in front of Han Muye said.

The Ancient Spirit Divine Honor lowered his hands, looked at Han Muye, and nodded, “Sword Path Divine Realm is rare; the combat strength is indeed unquestionable.”

Qualified to participate in the matters of the Divine Abyss.

At all times and places in the world of cultivation, one’s strength speaks.

Without sufficient strength, there’s no qualification to converse.

The nine Divine Realm beings in front of Han Muye wouldn’t have allowed him to join in on the Divine Abyss’s plans had it not been for that sword of his.

“Om——”

A figure descended, the Yunjiang Divine Honor in a Golden Robe arrived.

Altogether ten Divine Realm beings!

So many Divine Realm Experts, even plotting against a single Super Plane would be enough.

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“Fellow Daoist Han, you come from the Great Pantheon Plane, don’t you?” Yunjiang Divine Honor looked at Han Muye and smiled, “Only a Plane as powerful as the Great Pantheon could house a Sword Path Divine Venerable.”

The imprints of Plane of Heaven and Earth indeed exist on Han Muye.

However, his marks were not cultivated within the Great Pantheon Plane but rather were bound and imprisoned by the Origin’s shackles before being slowly refined into his body.

Of course, Han Muye would not explain these details.

Being misunderstood might actually be beneficial—at least upon hearing that he came from the Great Pantheon Plane, the expressions of the other Divine Honors eased considerably, and their eyes held more wariness.

“This gathering of Divine Realm experts is because the true body of Gathering Spirit Godly Lord has fallen into the Divine Abyss.”

As Yunjiang Divine Honor spoke, he introduced the other Divine Honors present to Han Muye.

Each one of them was a powerful being presiding over a major force.

“How grave are Gathering Spirit Godly Lord’s injuries?” Han Muye nodded towards the others and asked.

Yunjiang Divine Honor let out a sigh and waved his hand.

On the platform above in the hall, a golden coffin appeared, shimmering with golden light. Within the faint golden glow, the face of a middle-aged Daoist in a green Daoist robe became visible.

“Gathering Spirit has become an embarrassment to the fellow Daoists.”

The Daoist in the coffin spoke softly, his face showing a touch of dejection and shame.

Clearly, this coffin was a rare treasure hard to find in the world, capable of protecting his soul from dispersing and resisting attacks from anyone below the Divine Realm.

The Daoist was the fragmented soul of Gathering Spirit Godly Lord, which was capable of independent cultivation should anything happen to his true body, thus preserving a chance for rebirth and re-cultivation.

“Gathering Spirit Daoist Friend, you mentioned in your communication that at the bottom of the Divine Abyss, you encountered a terrifying enemy that could affect the endless living beings and all cultivators in the world. What exactly is it?” asked a white-bearded elder in a green robe, known as Gu Jue Divine Honor.

The other Divine Honors also turned their gaze to the fragmented soul within the coffin.

In the coffin, the fragmented soul of Gathering Spirit raised a hand, and a golden silhouette appeared before everyone.

Within the silhouette, a dark world kept changing.

This was the Divine Abyss, a place where even a Divine Realm expert could not reveal the inside scenes.

It was the land of the Origin’s silence.

“Buzz—”

Within the silhouette, an entity with a ten-zhang-long pair of legs, sharp features, a twitching tail, and flailing arms appeared.

“Divine Heavenly Holy Beast!”

“This is a Divine Heavenly Holy Beast from within the Divine Abyss that can slay those of the Slaying Divine Realm!”

A few voices rang out in the hall, all filled with fear.

Han Muye looked at the Divine Heavenly Holy Beast within the silhouette, moving with extreme speed, shattering the surrounding void with each strike.

Facing this creature, Gathering Spirit Godly Lord had no ability to retaliate and could only keep fleeing.

At the bottom of the Divine Abyss, the suppression of Origin Force was too severe, and Gathering Spirit Godly Lord’s treasures were unable to truly harm the Divine Heavenly Holy Beast.

After fleeing for billions of miles, Gathering Spirit Godly Lord finally shook off the Divine Heavenly Holy Beast.

But when he turned back, he was completely stunned.

“What is that!”

“Devouring the Origin Force of a Plane, could that be the legendary Heavenswallow Clan that ends the existence of Planes?”

In the silhouette, a colossal quadruped beast, as massive as a Plane itself, opened its mouth and swallowed a piece of heaven and earth stretching billions of miles.

In the next instant, a stream of light trapped the body of Gathering Spirit Godly Lord.

A mass of green-black energy pinned itself to his body.

“This is the Talus Bone Injury, seeping into my true body and essence, and even my avatar soul can’t escape…”

In the coffin, the fragmented soul of Gathering Spirit raised an arm.

Coiling around his arm was a mass of ghastly gray-green miasma.

From boundless distances, not even a fragmented soul concealed within a precious treasure could escape—what kind of method was this?

In the hall, all of the Divine Honors had solemn expressions.

Such injuries were something none of them could withstand.

They had heard of such methods but had no way to counter them.

“This is the Talus Bone Injury…” Han Muye murmured, a clear divine light shining in his eyes.

He had seen such injuries in the memories of weapons left over from ancient times!

“Have you heard of the God-Ending?” Han Muye lifted his head, his eyes swirling with divine light.