Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1846: The Arrival of the Sword God Lu Yue, a Presence that Subdued All Realms (2)

Chapter 1846: The Arrival of the Sword God Lu Yue, a Presence that Subdued All Realms (2)....
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“I’m Zhao Jusheng from the Wuteng Sect. Greetings, Mr. Han.”
“I’m Yu Fei from the Void Transformation Sword Sect. Greetings, Mr. Han.”
Voices sounded one after another as sword cultivators descended to the bottom of the cliff.
A month later, 3,000 sword cultivators had gathered at the bottom of the cliff.
These sword cultivators were willing to practice under Han Muye, serving as his protectors while also studying the Sword Dao with other Sword Dao experts.
The Sword Sharpening Cliff was not a Sword Dao sect, but it looked like one.
After a month of seclusion, Han Muye finally appeared in front of everyone.
Looking at the sword cultivators up and down the mountain, he raised his hand and pointed.
“Zhu Wushou, go down the mountain and challenge 10 battles.
“Du Chenggu, go down the mountain with your sword and return after 10 battles.”
In no time, the cliff was awash with sword light.
Han Muye was not the only one honing his sword at the Sword Sharpening Cliff.
The Sword Sharpening Cliff was not just for honing the sword.
It was also about honing people.
When a sword fused with a person, not only did the sword need to be improved, but the cultivation, realm, and comprehension of the person also needed to be improved.
“So, this is the true Sword Sharpening Cliff…”
Someone whispered in the void of space.
Sword light gathered from the top and bottom of the Sword Sharpening Cliff, causing the world to tremble.
This forced the Liantian Sect to send more people to set up a large array to protect the mountains and rivers.
He couldn’t let the Sword Sharpening Cliff be destroyed, right?
Since Han Muye wanted to leave behind a cliff, he had to ensure that the cliff would not be shattered by the sword qi and sword intent.
One year.
Han Muye stayed at the Sword Sharpening Cliff for a year.
In this year, the 72 sword cultivators on the Sword Sharpening Cliff took turns to fight against the 3,000 sword cultivators at the foot of the mountain.
With a sword with a combination of attributes and spirituality in hand, the combat strength of the 72 sword cultivators kept increasing.
Honing the sword with the sword.
As for the 3,000 sword cultivators at the foot of the mountain, although they had handed their swords to Han Muye, their combat strength had increased greatly in a year.
They were already looking forward to how powerful their swords would become when they returned.
There were 72 people on the mountain and 3,000 at the foot of the mountain. As for how many sword cultivators came 100 miles outside the Sword Sharpening Cliff, Han Muye didn’t know.
In any case, countless people would comprehend the daily Sword Dao battles.
Han Muye didn’t care. Even if there were people who wanted to see him, he was willing to see them.
However, this year, no one had been able to walk up to him.
For most sword cultivators, observing the battle between the 72 experts and the 3,000 sword cultivators was enough.
Even if he wanted to walk in front of Master Han, he had to have the qualifications.
After a year, Han Muye finally walked down the cliff.
Before he left, he left three big words on the cliff, “Sword Sharpening Cliff”.
After he and the group of sword cultivators left, everyone looked at the three words that seemed to pierce through their hearts.
In these three words, there were sword intents that lingered for a long time.
With this character, they could cultivate at the Sword Sharpening Cliff for a long time.
“Sword Sharpening Cliff, what a good name.” Three days after Han Muye and the others left, a Daoist in a greenish-gray robe flew down and looked at the words in front of him.
“Liantian Sect, Han Muye.” The Daoist turned around and looked in the direction where Han Muye and the others had left. His figure moved and turned into a phantom.
Han Muye and the others, who had left the Sword Sharpening Cliff, did not stay any longer and headed straight for the Liantian Sect.
The experts sent by the Liantian Sect also led them to the Liantian Sect.
Countless experts in the world knew that with Han Muye’s return, the reputation of the Liantian Sect would definitely rise.
With this person’s ability to sharpen his sword for ten years and lure 3,000 sword cultivators back, he would definitely become a giant in the path of weapon refinement in the future.
“Welcome back, Senior Brother Han.” On a distant mountain peak, a team of Liantian Sect members bowed.
Han Muye nodded slightly and rode a light forward.
After traveling another hundred miles, another group of cultivators bowed on the mountain peak. “Welcome back, Senior Brother Han.”
For 3,000 miles in a row, they were welcomed everywhere.
Not even an Elder of a sect could have such prestige.
This was how much they valued the peerless geniuses in the sect.
“Boom—”
When Han Muye arrived outside the Liantian Sect, he suddenly heard the sound of rolling clouds and lightning behind him.
In the main hall of the Liantian Sect, Sect Master Duan Tianfeng’s expression changed as he flew out.
“Set up the formation!”
With a shout, endless streams of light gathered between heaven and earth, turning into a huge cauldron that was 50,000 feet tall.
Flames rose from the furnace and transformed into a thousand pillars of light.
However, as soon as the thousand pillars of light rose, they seemed to be suppressed by some force.
Sword light flashed and lightning flashed.
“Which Senior is joking with my Liantian Sect?” Duan Tianfeng gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice.
How many people in the world could use the power of Sword Dao to suppress his Liantian Sect’s array?
Zhu Xuyuan, who was following behind Han Muye, took a step forward. The sword light around him fused with the sword in his hand.
“Slash”
A sword light slashed out.
As soon as this sword light appeared, the surrounding void trembled, as if it was afraid of being torn into pieces by this sword.
“True Heaven Sword, not bad.”
“Unfortunately, you only recovered the memories of the True Heaven Sword and not the real True Heaven Zhu.”
A voice came from the void, and then a green sword light collided with Zhu Xuyuan’s sword light.
Zhu Xuyuan’s body trembled as his eyes widened.
His sword light was shattered by someone!
How was that possible?
He was one of the 10 Sword Ancestors in the world, True Heaven Zhu.
Even though the sword had yet to recover its full strength and his cultivation was insufficient, he was still the ancestor of the Sword Dao.
Was there anyone in the world who could suppress the Sword Ancestor with the power of the Sword Dao?
Yes.
“You, you’re Sword God Lu Yue!”
Zhu Xuyuan exclaimed in excitement.
Why did he lose his soul back then and exchange it with the True Heaven Sword?
Wasn’t it because he had lost to Sword God Lu Yue?
The ten Sword Ancestors in the world were not Sword God Lu Yue’s match even if they joined forces.
Because of this, the ten Sword Ancestors did not dare to be too arrogant in the cultivation world.
It was because they had once been defeated by a single person.
Sword God Lu Yue.
“Sword God Lu Yue? It’s him!” In the sky above the Liantian Sect, Duan Tianfeng’s expression turned cold.
Behind him, the experts of the Liantian Sect all looked forward nervously.
A 50-year-old Daoist in a greenish-gray Daoist robe walked over slowly.
This was the person who had appeared at the foot of the Sword Sharpening Cliff.
As the Daoist walked forward step by step, the surrounding world seemed to be imprisoned.
No one could move at all.
This was the power of the Sword God!
The God of Sword Dao could suppress the world.
Han Muye smiled as he looked at Sword God Lu Yue, who was walking towards him step by step.
Sword God Lu Yue walked out of the Primordial Chaos Universe and was an expert who dominated countless Universes!
This person had once used his sword in the Galaxy Divine Realm to cut it apart.
This was the top expert in the world, a Sword Dao mighty figure!
“Junior of the Primordial Chaos, Han Muye, greets Senior Sword God.”
Although Han Muye’s voice was loud, only one person could hear him.
This was because the world was suppressed at this moment. Only Sword God Lu Yue, who was walking forward, could hear it.
“Primordial Chaos…”
Sword God Lu Yue’s face showed a trace of nostalgia as he nodded slightly.
Looking at Han Muye in front of him, he waved his hand.
“Boom—”
Heaven and earth turned, as if the sun and moon had fused, and all things were born.
Sword Dao.
All of this was the Great Dao of the Sword.
Han Muye took off the sword box from his back, letting the sword intent of the Great Dao flood into it.
The originally black and ugly sword box began to transform.
Spiritual light flashed on it, turning into intricate ancient patterns.
Each pattern was a sword Dao.
But the torrent of sword intent before him was vast and boundless.
The light on the sword box was dazzling, as if it was about to explode.
Han Muye struggled to maintain the sword box, pouring all his strength into it.
A flame rose in his hand.
The flame enveloped the sword box, rapidly refining and strengthening it.
Without refining and strengthening, the sword box would shatter under Sword God Lu Yue’s sword intent.
Sword intent poured in, the sword box was repaired and refined.
The sword intent flowed like a river, yet the sword box could hold it all.
At this moment, Han Muye’s sword light and flame soared into the sky.
“You have some skill.” Sword God Lu Yue’s eyes gleamed. After a moment’s thought, he raised his hand, and a pale golden small sword appeared in his palm.
“Let’s see if you can handle the power of my Immortal-Slaying Flying Sword.”
The sword light flashed and landed in the sword box.
Han Muye’s face turned pale!