Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1938: 800, I should have thought it was you (asking for monthly votes)_3

Chapter 1938: 800, I should have thought it was you (asking for monthly votes)_3
Only a powerful being with control could do such a thing.
Perhaps Heavenly Secret City, which seemed to have only twelve top Divine Masters, actually had connections with the powerhouses from the Temple of Ten Thousand Gods behind it.
However, because of the current situation, the people from the Temple of Ten Thousand Gods would no longer appear in Heavenly Secret City easily.
If Heavenly Secret City were an ordinary trading city, the various treasures within it would still attract attention from all parties.
“Hum”
In front of Han Muye, a golden staircase appeared.
He stepped onto the staircase and felt his body enveloped by rays of halo.
Each halo was the isolation of a different world.
This staircase was in a world far beyond measure.
If one did not have enough control over spatial power and touch the space rules, they would not be able to move forward even one step on this staircase.
No wonder so many blacksmith powerhouses wanted to observe the array but couldn’t.
This staircase alone could stop ninety-nine percent of the top powerhouses.
Among the twelve top Divine Masters in the city, probably less than half had the ability to step onto the staircase.
“Space.”
“Interesting.”
Han Muye narrowed his eyes, and profound powers surged in his body.
The spatial power around him flowed in colorful patterns, as if he was wearing a suit of black armor.
Step by step, his speed was unceasing.
Because of the speed, the colorful Flowing Light black armor vibrated, dragging a colorful trail of light behind him.
He reached out his hand and pressed it into the space in front of him.
A colorful gateway was pushed open, and his form disappeared on the staircase.
“He has really entered the Heavenly Mystery Space!” Sun Zhi murmured under his breath, looking at the disappearing Han Muye with a hint of surprise on his face.
“Normal, if someone like him can’t be recognized and enter the Heavenly Mystery Space, then who could?” Mingtong whispered, a glint of hope flashing in his eyes.
“I wonder if he’ll be able to see Master…”
In the eyes of the others, there was also the same color of hope.
At this moment, countless golden orbs were rotating in front of Han Muye.
This was the hub space of Heavenly Secret City.
“Indeed, with the power of myriad worlds attracting each other, ultimately stirring the power of heaven and earth to interweave.”
“This is not the cycle of the real world, but rather the convergence of time and spatial power.”
Han Muye watched the countless golden orbs in front of him, his body’s colorful power reflecting off them.
He slowly closed his eyes, a series of orbs in his mind colliding and then dispersing.
“By folding different spatial powers, one achieves the process of instant connection with worlds millions of miles away.”
“Because the time is so short, one must borrow the Power of Space-Time.”
“The person who designed this array is a genius.”
Spatial folding, overlay of space-time.
Through countless random collisions, to complete the connection between all worlds.
Originally, these chances were actually inevitabilities among countless collisions.
But later, because the Temple of Ten Thousand Gods extracted the core power and sealed the spatial power, touching the spatial power here became a matter of chance.
“Thus, to make this chance return to inevitability, one only needs to calculate the probability of all the orbs colliding.”
“As long as one calculates the convergence of all spatial powers, it can be ensured that at every moment, there is spatial overlay.”
“This way, it’s like reopening the array.”
In Han Muye’s eyes shone golden Flowing Light.
He extended his hand, pressing it on one of the orbs.
Endless soul strength poured in, and his mind filled with countless intersections of spatial and temporal power.
“In one hundred thousand nine hundred fifty-four thousand one hundred and forty-one years, the fifty-ninth million three hundred sixty-one thousand and thirteenth orb will collide with the one next to it.”
“In three hundred fifty-eight thousand years, the one hundred sixty-four million and eighty-two thousandth orb will consecutively collide with the three orbs next to it.”
“So, now I just need to speed up this process, then disrupt the operation of the spatial power, and it might be possible to get the entire array operating.”
Above Han Muye’s palm, a golden divine light shone.
“Boom”
In that moment, all the orbs lit up, merging into a single phantom.
“Master, how do you like this array?”
The phantom’s voice sounded.
“I should have known it was yours,” Han Muye slowly withdrew his hand and opened with a chuckle.
“Xu Ao had asked me to guess, and I should have known that you were here.”