Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1893: 780, The world’s number one blacksmith_2

Chapter 1893: 780, The world’s number one blacksmith_2....
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But now, it seemed as if his revered master was suggesting that this Master Han was a peer among them?
Or perhaps, he was even the person his master had always been pursuing?
It was at this moment that Han Muye finally remembered who Xu Ziyang standing in front of him truly was.
“Xu Ao.”
The refining prodigy who had entered the trial space with Han Muye and Qu Zhengjia to undergo the Divine Refining Masters’ trial and had yet to return.
Xu Ao’s talent was not comparable to Han Muye’s, not even qualifying to accompany Qu Zhengjia on his journey.
Back in the trial space, Xu Ao struggled and only after serving as a Stove Fire Tender for thirty years at one of the three major refining sects, Divine Source Dao, did he achieve greatness.
When Han Muye left the trial space, Xu Ao had already become an elite among the younger generation at Divine Source Dao.
Unexpectedly, Xu Ao turned out to be Xu Ziyang.
The Xu Ziyang who was proficient in the Way of the Divine Soul, who helped the factions of the Galaxy Universe refine Divine Soul Formation Bases, enabling the legacy of the Galaxy Universe to flourish for countless years.
“I really didn’t expect to hear the name Xu Ao again.”
Hearing Han Muye call out his own name, Xu Ziyang sighed softly, filled with limitless reminiscence.
Looking at Han Muye in front of him, Xu Ziyang’s eyes revealed a hint of excitement.
“If Qu Zhengjia knew that I really could meet Mr. Han again, perhaps…”
With that, he laughed out loud.
“Master, you probably don’t know who he is.”
Qu Zhengjia.
He became an elite of the Duantian Sect after taking it as his master.
Zheng Yaoyang was dumbfounded.
The attitude of his own master did not seem at all like setting up a trial.
It was clearly a scene of old friends reuniting.
Then, what was he?
Han Muye had never expected the Xu Ziyang before him to be Xu Ao.
For a moment, he too was somewhat nostalgic.
The trial space, was everything there real or merely an illusion?
“How is Liantian Sect?” It was after a while that he finally turned to Xu Ziyang and asked.
He was curious about the ultimate fate of his own soul avatar in that space.
The avatar had told him that it left behind seven supreme treasures for him.
The illusory scenes he saw also depicted a world where heaven and earth perished.
The trial space, what became of the sects and forces within it in the end?
At Han Muye’s question, Xu Ziyang fell silent for a while, then shook his head with a wry smile, “It seems that Master Han really does not remember the events of the past.”
“That year, great changes shook heaven and earth, and the cultivation world faced collapse. In the end, Liantian Sect lived up to its name.”
“As for the name of Mr. Han, the master of Nine Mystic Peak, it indeed warranted the mystery of heaven and earth.”
Liantian.
Master of Nine Mystic Peak.
Even if Xu Ziyang did not wish to elaborate further, just these two terms were enough to make Zheng Yaoyang beside them undergo a change of expression.
What kind of great figure, what kind of powerful force, could live up to the name of Liantian?
Han Muye did not know what his soul avatar had done in the trial space.
Nor did he know what Liantian Sect had done when the world was on the brink of extinction.
“Ah, Master Han, I had thought I would guard this Purple Sun Cauldron for who knows how many years, but I never expected there would truly come a day when I could hand it over to you.”
Turning his head, Xu Ziyang looked at the wavering void not far away, where a golden cauldron revealed a hint of dreamlike luster.
“No wonder you said what you did when you entrusted it to me back then.”
“Truly worthy of being Mr. Han, the master of Nine Mystic Peak of Liantian Sect…”
Handing over the Purple Sun Cauldron to Han Muye?
Zheng Yaoyang showed a look of bewilderment.
The Purple Sun Cauldron, controlled by his master and the source of his fame for its Purple Sun Divine Flame, was it actually being guarded for someone else’s sake?
Then what did all his years of striving amount to?
“Master, you said before that as long as I could pass your trial, I would receive the Purple Sun Cauldron,” Zheng Yaoyang stepped forward and spoke in a firm voice.
So what if this Mr. Han, this Master Han, was a great figure from ancient times?
Those events were many years past.
In this world, now, within the divine realm, it was their Top Three Families who were the strongest.
Could the great figures of the past still dominate in today’s divine realm?
Even his master had to enter a long slumber after touching the limits of the Artifact Refining Forbidden Zone, didn’t he?
“Master, times have changed,” Zheng Yaoyang said as a surge of Flame Power that had reached its peak resonated from his body.
This power actually had a spreading effect within the space.
Strong and vast.
No wonder Zheng Yaoyang was so confident.
Xu Ziyang, standing in front, remained calm with an unchanged smile, looking back at Han Muye.
“Master Han, would you say times have changed?”
Times?
Han Muye didn’t know if they had changed.
But he knew he has never feared a challenge.
Looking towards the distant golden cauldron, he spoke indifferently, “If it is truly mine, then I must take it back.”
His words made Xu Ziyang burst into hearty laughter.
“The world’s foremost blacksmith, one sword to cleave the sky, one hand to refine heaven—the Nine Mysteries Celestial Master Han Muye, even if plunged into epochs of decline, remains as domineering as ever.”
He looked towards Han Muye, his eyes shimmering with a glint of divine light.
The foremost blacksmith in the world!
A sword that pierces the heavens, a hand that refines the sky!
Han Muye’s expression remained unchanged, yet tumultuous waves surged within his heart.
Was that himself?
On the other side, Zheng Yaoyang’s eyes widened as he looked towards Han Muye.
In ancient times, was there such a powerful being?
“Haha, since Master Han is willing to accept the challenge, then I will give you, Yaoyang, an opportunity,”
He turned to look at Zheng Yaoyang, his expression gradually becoming solemn.
“If you lose, remember that everything will belong to the Purple Sun Cauldron.”
This is the true domineering nature of an ancient treasure.
Win, and you gain everything.
Lose, and you lose everything.
Zheng Yaoyang, obviously aware of the characteristics of the Purple Sun Cauldron, nodded in agreement.
“I have already settled all matters within the clan before coming here.”
“With or without me, it doesn’t matter much to the Zheng Family.”
The divine realm’s Top Three Families, each one a colossal entity.
The strength of such a major power is not sustained by individual might.
But for the Zheng Family, a strong individual like Zheng Yaoyang is a pillar.
The fact that Zheng Yaoyang could give up everything shows he is truly resolute this time.
“Boom”
Above the Golden Cauldron, endless flames rose up, enveloping the sky.
Han Muye and Zheng Yaoyang were both covered by the flames, and then vanished from their original spot.
Standing in place, Xu Ziyang wore a hopeful look on his face, watching the slowly dissipating flames, whispering softly.
“Seeing the Nine Mysteries is like rebirth, Master Han, back then you said, whether I could be reborn depended on the chance to see you again, now, I have… ”
The world of flames.
When the flames within the Purple Sun Cauldron surged, Han Muye sensed the power of the flames.
It shouldn’t be called flame power, it should be the rules of fire.
The power of laws.
Countless Divine Flames floated in the void.
Han Muye was familiar with such a scene.
Back then, at the entrance of Liantian Sect, he had already undergone a trial surrounded by such endless, swirling flames.
Only this time, seeing these flames again, his feelings were different.
Familiarity.
These flames, they all called out to him.
As if, they were his old friends.
“Long time no see,”
Han Muye spoke quietly.
He extended his hand, cradling a flame.
The flame ascended, pulsating in the palm of his hand.
This flame carried emotions within it.
Living beings!
This flame was a living being.
Han Muye slowly lifted his head, his face showing a hint of surprise.
These Divine Flames, are they all living beings?
Is it the power of the Divine Flame that creates living beings, or is it the power of living beings that creates the Divine Flame?
“Haha, I’ve understood, I’ve understood!”
Not far away, the dragon beast transformed by Silver Moon laughed heartily, its black scales lifting one by one, interwoven with divine patterns.
His body gradually transformed into the form of a roaring Azure Dragon.
“All beings in the world are one, there is no need to be fixated on the bloodline of the human race.”
“Even if my human bloodline turns into a divine beast, that too is cultivation.”
Transforming from a human bloodline into a divine beast.
Han Muye didn’t know where such a comprehension came from, but he knew that many tribes in the world have always sought this.
With strength as the foundation, if the power is great, physical form and appearance count for little.
“Hehe, Silver Moon, you may not be right,”
On the other side, the Frost Giant, mountainous in size, began to coalesce.
A cultivator, three zhang tall and clad in icy cold black armor, appeared out of thin air.
The instant this form appeared, the surrounding Divine Flames started to stir, fleeing into the distance.
Clearly, this form, even had the power to suppress the Divine Flames around it.
Powerful.
“Yaoyang brother, what about you?” a voice came from within the Frost Battle Armor.
Zheng Yaoyang, standing in the void, turned his head to look at Han Muye.
In his eyes, flames danced and rose.
His only opponent was this one man.