Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 460 - 460 When Am I Going to Fight With Wen Mosheng?

Chapter 460 - 460 When Am I Going to Fight With Wen Mosheng?

460 When Am I Going to Fight With Wen Mosheng?
Amongst those who attacked, one of them was the green-robed Daoist who was revered by the Sword Venerable Sword Venerable Yuan Tian, Minister Wen, and the others in the Heavenly Mystic World!
The expert who left behind the legacy of the Blazing Sun Palace, the Confucianism legacy of the Central Continent, and the legacy of the Sword Venerable Yuan Tian Sword Formation of the Western Frontier.
This person had previously taken action, conquering the desolate wasteland.
“Clang—”
The moment the desolate fragment left, Han Muye heard a faint bell ring.
“Desolation Bell, a supreme treasure has appeared!”
A voice sounded in the illusory space.
Desolation Bell?
Were these almighty experts fighting for such a treasure to shatter the Desolate Galaxy?
Memories flowed through the Green Fox bloodline, and various scenes appeared in the secret realm.
This bloodline had been passed down countless times and was slowly thinning. Many of its powers and memories began to dissipate.
After fusing with other bloodlines, the mixed bloodline power caused the inherited memories to undergo different changes.
The scene shook and dissipated like water.
Then as if the green veil was lifted, a white fox appeared.
Bai Wuhen.
Or rather, it was Bai Qingyu.
She was from the Fox Clan of the Southern Wasteland. She was born with the bloodline of the Fox Clan’s Heavenly Fox and became the Saintess of the clan.
The foxes of the Southern Wasteland respected the Heavenly Fox Saintess and were waiting for her to grow up.
The Fox Clan had a saintess with the bloodline of the Heavenly Fox, which made other clans uneasy.
One day, the Saintess, who had cultivated for less than 300 years, was intercepted when she went out.
Bai Qingyu was severely injured and was lucky enough to escape to the Central Continent.
This was the beginning of her encounter with Wen Mosheng.
The memory was no different from what he had seen on the black hair under the Sword Pavilion.
Not right.
There was a difference.
Heavenly Fox, not Bai Qingyu.
Wen Mosheng, not Minister Wen.
During that period of time, the Heavenly Fox transformed into Bai Qingyu, and Minister Wen transformed into Wen Mosheng.
They were just two great cultivators cultivating in the mortal world.
Refining the heart in the mortal world.
Therefore, Wen Mosheng was sincere, and so was Bai Qingyu.
The two scholars who traveled together in the mortal world, staying at the green mountains at night and enjoying each other’s company, really wanted to grow old together.
However, Wen Mosheng would eventually go back to being Minister Wen.
Bai Qingyu would eventually return to being a heavenly fox.
“So this is the true origin of the Spell of the Mortal World.”
Seeing the golden Great Spirit on Wen Mosheng’s body fuse with the People’s Will, a golden seal condensed, and Han Muye understood.
The Spell of the Mortal World allowed one to comprehend the mortal world.
Wen Mosheng’s cultivation realm had reached an unimaginable level. He had reached a bottleneck, which was why he used the mortal world to cultivate his heart.
This Spell of the Mortal World was a method to cultivate the power of the soul above the Heaven Realm and improve one’s state of mind.
At that level of cultivation, if one did not experience the cleansing of the mortal world for too long, one would unknowingly become a cold and emotionless being that was assimilated by the power of the world.
Perhaps this was the disadvantage of Wen Mosheng fusing his body with the Heavenly Mystic Dao.
He and the Heavenly Dao were tainted by each other.
Han Muye opened his eyes and looked at the altar.
There was an illusory figure there.
Bai Wuhen.
Bai Qingyu.
Heavenly Fox.
From the beginning to the end, she never left.
Back then, Wen Mosheng wanted to send her out of the Heavenly Mystic World from the Sword Pavilion of the Western Frontier.
However, even Wen Mosheng did not know that Bai Qingyu had not left.
The reason why she chose to leave the Western Frontier was because of the relationship between the Heavenly Mystic World and Wen Mosheng.
Only the Western Frontier, which was far away from the Heavenly Dao of the Central Continent, could send Bai Qingyu away.
In fact, Sword Venerable Yuan Tian cut off the connection between the Heavenly Dao of the Western Frontier and the Heavenly Dao of the Central Continent because of Wen Mosheng’s cultivation in the mortal world.
Sword Venerable Yuan Tian and Wen Mosheng were not really enemies.
Separating the Western Frontier was their way out.
If the Western Frontier was not separated from the Heavenly Dao of the Central Continent, Sword Venerable Yuan Tian would not be able to sever everything and leave the Heavenly Mystic World.
The spatial passageway suppressed under the Sword Pavilion of the Western Frontier had unimaginable secrets.
This was because Sword Venerable Yuan Tian left the Sword Pavilion.
Wen Mosheng told Bai Qingyu everything.
If he wanted to send Bai Qingyu out of the Heavenly Mystic World, he naturally had to tell her the truth.
The cultivation of the heart in the mortal world, the five decrepit signs of the skywalkers, and above the Heaven Realm, the calamity of the saints.
When Bai Qingyu stepped out of the spatial passage, she saw an unimaginably vast world.
In the Nine Heavens, endless immortal light shone.
However, she only took a glance before retreating to the Heavenly Mystic World.
She was Wen Mosheng’s weakness and an obstacle in his path of cultivation.
The Heavenly Mystic World stopped her from leaving.
The lightning that could destroy an entire world immediately destroyed Bai Qingyu’s body.
If not for the Sword Pavilion’s guidance, her remnant soul would have been taken by Heavenly Mystic World’s Dao and become a means to suppress Wen Mosheng in the future.
The Sword Pavilion was independent of the Heavenly Mystic World.
Hiding in the Sword Pavilion, this remnant soul could use the power of the array formation to slowly recover.
For the past 10,000 years, Gao Xiaoxuan was the only person accompanying Bai Qingyu.
Han Muye’s eyes flickered with bright spiritual light.
The secrets of heaven and earth, the secret of literary cultivation.
The Heavenly Fox’s cultivation methods and bloodline inheritance.
When he probed his bloodline power, all her secrets were exposed.
What he saw was the truth that he saw through the fog.
Within the Heavenly Fox Bloodline, the usage of Spiritual Soul power was extremely precise.
Green Foxes were extremely agile.
The process of seeing through his memories was also the process of Han Muye comprehending his bloodline power.
If he could not even comprehend this bloodline inheritance power, what could he use to change the bloodline inheritance memories?
Green spiritual light flashed around him.
They were figures that were so fast that they turned ethereal.
The power of the green fox.
Behind him, eight phantoms flashed.
This was a simulation of the divine soul of the Heavenly Fox. A virtual shadow condensed like a fox’s tail.
In other words, at this moment, Han Muye’s soul power was already equivalent to the eight tails of the Heavenly Fox Race.
It was second only to the existence of the nine tails.
However, in Han Muye’s divine treasures, the soul sword wrapped in golden Righteousness Qi shone with golden light.
How many fox tails could this condensed divine soul sword withstand?
“You asked me to change your inherited bloodline memory not only to make you stronger quickly, but also to cut off your connection with Wen Mosheng through this method and eliminate the prying eyes of the Heavenly Mystic World on you, right?”
Looking at the altar, Han Muye whispered.
After giving up all her power under the Sword Pavilion and turning into a white fox, Bai Qingyu completed her first transformation.
However, this still couldn’t cut off the prying eyes of the Heavenly Mystic World.
That was why she came to the secret realm.
Just like the Sword Pavilion, the Ten Thousand Demons Secret Realm was independent of the Heavenly Mystic World.
Here, the changes in her body could not be sensed by the Heavenly Mystic World.
The might of the lightning struck fear into Bai Qingyu’s heart.
She had transformed into Bai Wuhen in this secret realm. Wasn’t it also because she wanted nothing from the past to be left behind so that she could have a chance to step out of the Heavenly Mystic World?
For this, she did not hesitate to give up her Heavenly Fox bloodline.
As long as she could live.
Han Muye sighed softly.
Who would have thought that Bai Wuhen, who had the Heavenly Fox Bloodline, would be so helpless?
Even Wen Mosheng, an Absolute Sage of Confucianism, had flaws and was in danger of the Five Decrepit Signs of Heaven and Man. He had to use the mortal world to temper his mind.
In fact, how many seemingly carefree cultivators could really be carefree?
Since Bai Qingyu had become Bai Wuhen, she would change everything!
Golden light surrounded Han Muye, and the soul sword flashed.
A sword shadow appeared on the altar.
The white fox phantom was shattered by the sword.
The next moment, the flames on the altar revealed the sharpness of the long sword!
Sword intent!
The sword intent was engraved in the inherited memories of the fox clan.
“Buzz!”
A series of sword cries rang out in the surroundings. It was the sword cries of the Green Foxes who had accepted the inheritance change and integrated themselves into the Sword Dao inheritance.
Just like the Lynx Clan, the Green Fox Clan had become a clan that inherited the Sword Dao.
On the altar, the flames trembled.
The fox tail on Bai Wuhen’s back turned into three illusory sword shadows!
Sword of the soul!
The Heavenly Fox Clan’s best technique was soul control.
Han Muye did not change the inheritance attribute of his soul, but he had no way of fusing his soul into a sword.
Originally, the Heavenly Fox bloodline that used charm to control the soul fused with the soul as a killing ability.
At the altar, Bai Wuhen’s figure slowly walked out.
As the sword light fused, Han Muye smiled lightly. His qi sea was filled with the People’s Will, and poems and words surged out.
Such a method was similar to enlightenment in Confucianism.
However, enlightenment was inspired by scholars. At this moment, Han Muye was imprinting the Confucian knowledge he had learned into his bloodline and soul.
The flames in the divine treasures turned purple and flew out, landing on Bai Wuhen’s body.
Bai Wuhen’s dress turned into a light purple color, and her originally noble and graceful face now had a hint of innocence and immaturity, like the pretty daughter of a humble family.
“I’m a fox that has cultivated for a thousand years. A thousand years of cultivation and a thousand years of loneliness.
“Senior Brother Han, did you write these lyrics just for me?
“Then in the future, I’ll go to the pleasure boat outside the Imperial City of the Central Continent and sing to garner popularity for you. How about that?”
Bai Wuhen retracted the sword shadow behind him and chuckled like a girl-next-door.
A great demon whose spirit had condensed into three long swords, who could fight against a Heaven Realm expert, actually had such a beautiful appearance. In the end, it was still because of the Heavenly Fox bloodline. It was too confusing.
Han Muye shook his head and said, “Up to you. I have a name in the Central Continent.
“Han Mu.
“The head of the White Deer Mountain Academy.”
Bai Wuhen’s expression turned to shock as she stared at Han Muye. “That Confucian Grandmaster who wants to compete with the Central Continent Imperial City Academy and is the most talented after Wen Mosheng?”
Han Muye frowned and said softly, “When am I going to compete with Wen Mosheng?”
Bai Wuhen chuckled and was about to speak when she heard Han Muye’s voice. “In terms of talent, there’s nothing I like in the Heavenly Mystic World.”