Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1839: The Essence of Refining

Chapter 1839: The Essence of Refining....
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The myriad divine flames trembled in unison!
As the divine flames quivered, all the flames on the high platforms surged upwards.
The entire square was engulfed in a towering inferno!
“Divine Flame Spirit!”
“A peerless genius has appeared!”
“This is a genius that only appears once in a million years!”
Figures descended around the high platforms, their eyes fixed on Han Muye ahead.
Each of these figures exuded a gravitas, with a smoky aura swirling around them.
Their arrival went unnoticed by any of the disciples undergoing the entrance trial below.
Even the trembling of the myriad divine flames was concealed, known only to the experts of the Liantian Sect.
At that moment, Han Muye felt immense joy in his heart.
His soul seemed to return to its nest, finding a warm and stable space where he could peacefully sleep.
“Is it the little Golden Crow? The power of the Golden Crow is so weak.”
“It doesn’t seem to be just the Golden Crow. There’s also the power of a little crocodile.”
“Not just that, there’s also the power of a big green ox. It’s just a sliver of understanding, too weak.”
The myriad flames trembled, transmitting various messages.
Han Muye looked up at the flames.
The scorching flames before him felt merely warm and gentle.
He extended his hand, and clusters of flames descended toward him.
The Undying Phoenix’s nine-colored divine flame.
The Fiery Shock Bird’s Blazing Heart Burning Flame.
Azure Sheep’s Azure Water Flame.
Qi Tianyan’s Seal the Heavens Myriad Transformations Flame.
The power of the divine flames descended, merging with the Golden Crow Divine Flame mark on Han Muye’s body.
In this illusionary realm, all his powers had vanished.
However, his control and understanding of power remained, and the imprints of those powers were still on him.
These imprints were indelible.
Imprints were rules.
Moreover, it was the source of every rule. It could only be erased if there was a suppression that surpassed the power of the natural order.
There was no such power in this illusion.
If there was really such power, Han Muye probably wouldn’t have come.
He spread out his divine flame mark and boldly fused with the flames.
In any case, he did not lose anything.
As the flame imprints merged, Han Muye’s understanding of flame power continuously deepened.
Life unceasing.
Defying heaven and earth.
Cycles of life and death.
World-ending.
The power of fire was the power of life that erupted from all living beings in the world. It was also the power of death that could destroy thousands of worlds.
Light and heat, light and darkness.
When they collided, everything was born, and wind and thunder mixed together.
Han Muye, who was standing on the high platform, opened his eyes.
Below, those awaiting their trials looked puzzled.
The guy on the platform hadn’t drawn a single flame, so why hadn’t he been declared eliminated?
Was this guy here through connections?
In the sky beyond the high platform, the Liantian Sect experts each looked excited.
“Is this the legendary innate full-level fire attribute?” A black-bearded old man whispered excitedly.
“One person’s power causing a thousand flames to tremble.” Another elder’s face showed delight as he softly said, “Such talent hasn’t appeared in at least a million years.”
His words brought smiles to the faces of several Liantian Sect cultivators around him.
A genius was one who can directly stir the great forces of the world.
Every era had to be led by a true powerhouse.
“I’m more impressed that he chose not to take any flames.” A white-robed elder watched Han Muye, who was turning to the next trial, and whispered with a hint of a smile.
“Not taking any flames means infinite possibilities in the future. His heart is vast.” Another white-bearded elder softly spoke.
Everyone smiled as they watched Han Muye stand at the next trial, ready for the second stage.
This time, only over a thousand floating light clusters awaited Han Muye.
These light clusters emitted various auras, looking quite beautiful.
“In a quarter of an hour, classify these objects within the light clusters based on their properties.”
A voice whispered in his ear.
Classify?
Han Muye looked at the light clusters before him.
He couldn’t see through the objects within the clusters and could only rely on his perception.
Should he extend his hand to sense these objects’ properties?
If he did that, it would be impossible to classify all the spiritual objects within 15 minutes.
Staring at the light clusters, he slowly closed his eyes.
As he did, countless light shadows appeared in his mind.
These shadows were methods he had encountered, comprehended, or even created for identifying spiritual objects.
Hundreds of methods intertwined, spreading outwards.
A faint breeze enveloped the light clusters around him.
In that instant, it seemed he saw through the objects within all the clusters.
But Han Muye did not move.
He opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the light clusters.
“Properties?”
“Or, spirituality?”
Identifying properties was easy.
But how to discern the spirituality of these objects?
Modern refining methods chose materials based on their properties, then refined them.
But these materials clearly had their own spirituality.
Where was the spirituality?
Han Muye’s eyes sparkled as he slowly extended his hand.
His palm did not touch any light cluster, only raised gently.
His gaze swept over the clusters as if communicating with them.
It seemed he was greeting them, or perhaps soothing these materials.
Not materials, but spiritual objects.
“Buzz!”
A soft vibration came as a light cluster trembled and moved toward another.
Angry at being upstaged?
“Bang!”
A light cluster fiercely pushed away the surrounding clusters, like a fierce tiger, trying to devour the cluster before it.