Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

1005 Di Ting, It’s Been a Long Time (2)

The words of the Daoist provoked laughter from the crowd in the hall.

If they couldn’t really find the platform for the performance, Han Muye would become the laughingstock of the entire cultivation world.

Perhaps all the sword cultivators in the world would hate him for the rest of their lives.

At the head of the table, the sect master of Wanhui Dao Sect, Chen Ziyu, waved his hand with a dark expression and looked at everyone.
“What if all the major sects help him find the platform for the performance?”

The major sects providing assistance to find the platform?

In the hall, the Elders looked at each other.

“Sect master, it’s impossible for the Yuling Dao Sect to attack just because Han Muye killed Heavenly Venerable Xingdi in the Dao Battleground,” a white-bearded old man said softly as he stroked his beard.

The grudge between Han Muye and the Yuling Dao Sect could not be resolved.

A slight relief appeared on the faces of everyone in the hall.

With Yuling Dao Sect standing in the front, in the struggle between the Dao Sect and the Heavenly Mystic Sect, their small sects could take advantage of the situation.

“Buzz!”

A golden rune flashed in the void.

“Yuling Dao Sect’s transmission rune!” An Elder stood up with a solemn expression.

“Could it be that they are gathering all parties to break off relations with the Heavenly Mystic Sect?” Someone muttered, clenching his fists.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became serious, filled with a sense of impending bloodshed.

Chen Ziyu straightened his robe and walked forward, holding the rune in both hands.

The rune turned into a spiritual light, falling into the palm of his hand and then dissipating.

At the moment the rune dissipated, Chen Ziyu trembled all over, his eyes widened with disbelief.

Below, all the elders clenched their fists.

Could it be that Yuling Dao Sect had declared war on the Heavenly Mystic World?

Chen Ziyu lowered his head slowly with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
He took a deep breath and said in a low voice, “The Yuling Dao Sect has ordered the various sects to defend and not cause trouble.

“Two Heavenly Venerables have personally come to the appointment.
The leader will meet up with Heavenly Mystic Han to find the platform for the performance.”

The two Grand Elders of the Yuling Dao Sect, Heavenly Venerable Yuzhen and Heavenly Venerable Yuzhi, were experts ranked above Han Muye in this world.

The hall was silent.

…

Almost at the same time, the powerful beings who emerged from the dam, the experts from the Ancient Cloud Galaxy, personally rushed to the location mentioned by Han Muye.

Messages were spreading through the void, causing panic and confusion among various forces.

At a time like this, how would they choose sides?

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In the void, in the Abyss of Sinking Wood.

This was a place so dark that even light would be refracted.

It was said that this place in the void had always been forbidden for cultivators throughout history, a place where even powerful beings would get lost.

At this moment, on a floating meteorite with a circumference of 10,000 miles, Han Muye, dressed in white robes and with a sword box on his back, sat on a stone slab.
In front of him was a chessboard.

On the chessboard, black and white pieces were intertwined, seemingly unable to separate from each other in terms of killing.

But Xu Wei, who stood behind Han Muye, frowned, while Huang Six beside him gritted his teeth.

The chessboard seemed chaotic, seemingly profound and difficult to determine, but in fact, the two players were just playing random notes on a musical instrument, and every move of the chess pieces had no order.

Han Muye placed his own pieces into his own positions without any logic, while the guy on the opposite side was just fooling around, sometimes even placing his pieces outside the chessboard.

But at this moment, both of them had solemn expressions.
With each piece they placed, they concentrated and held their breath, as if they were really chess masters.

“Well, your layout power is truly admirable,” the old man on the other side whispered as he placed a black piece in a corner.

Han Muye solemnly placed a piece in the vital point of his own dragon, blocking it, and nodded.
“My strength is not enough, so I can only plan and borrow power.”

Xu Wei in the back had already gently opened his folding fan to cover his face, not wanting to watch anymore.

“Not enough strength, huh?” The old man on the opposite side of Han Muye placed a piece and looked up at him.

“When you and I join forces, we hold this world in our hands.”

The words were casual, as if talking about something extremely simple.

Xu Wei, who had been covering his face, trembled all over, closed his fan, and looked at the seemingly ordinary old man sitting across from Han Muye.

A suppressed force surged within Huang Six, and he spoke softly, “Endless Heavenly Venerable.”

“Fifth Uncle Jia, after transcending, perhaps it’s not the end.
The immortal realm is vast and boundless, but it may not necessarily be the ultimate destination,” Han Muye shook his head and said softly.

Jia Wu.

The owner of the Imperial View Sword Shop on the Scattered Stars Island.

The incarnation of the Endless Heavenly Venerable.

Jia Wu placed the chess piece he was holding down and looked at the chaotic and unordered chessboard, nodding.

“I admit, you have great boldness.

“Cultivators should be like this, pursuing the pinnacle of the world’s Dao.”

Looking up at Han Muye, Jia Wu’s expression revealed a hint of complexity.
“I hope that one day, we can still play like this.”

One day.

The Immortal World!

Whether it would be cooperation or hostility at that time, no one knew.

Moreover, Jia Wu at that time was no longer Jia Wu.

Han Muye’s deduction of the Endless Heavenly Venerable’s techniques resulted in numerous avatars and incarnations, each with its own connections yet independent.

But whenever the original body needed, these avatars and incarnations had to give up everything, including their independent divine souls.

This was completely different from the connection between Han Muye’s original body and his other incarnations.

When the main body of the Endless Heavenly Venerable took over an incarnation, that was when Jia Wu disappeared.

The limitations of the path to transcendence for the Endless Heavenly Venerable meant that his original body could never leave the 18 Layers of Hell in the Endless Sea.

Only his avatars and incarnations could leave Hell.

Among them were Bai Ze and the current Jia Wu in front of them.

It was not until Jia Wu stood up and walked forward to look at the scene in the intermediate abyss that Han Muye, Huang Six, and the others in front of the chessboard slowly looked up.

“Endless Heavenly Venerables?” Xu Wei looked at Han Muye and whispered.

Han Muye nodded.

He stood up, left the chessboard, and walked towards the Abyss of Sinking Wood.

Xu Wei frowned and looked down at the chessboard.

“Boom!”

At that moment, the chess pieces in front of him transformed into deep mountains and endless rivers in his eyes!

Time, space, everything seemed to disappear at that moment.

There was no coming or going!

“Wake up.” With a low shout, Xu Wei’s body trembled, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Huang Six patted his shoulder and turned his head away from the chess game.

Xu Wei exhaled with lingering fears and said softly, “Is this the world of mighty figures…”

 

…
In the void, ships arrived one after another.

One by one, mighty figures whose names could shock the entire cultivation world arrived outside the Abyss of Sinking Wood.

When these people arrived in front of the chessboard, some were silent, some were wide-eyed, and some were pale.

Even the expressions of the Grand Elder of the Sword Pavilion, Qi Yu, and the Grand Elder of the Yuling Dao Sect, Heavenly Venerable Yuzhen, changed in front of the chessboard.

Dozens of days later, more than a hundred experts from various factions gathered.

Not to mention the experts of the Sword Pavilion and the Yuling Dao Sect, Dao Ancestor Golden Rock of the Limitless Dao Sect, Dao Ancestor Yuanchen of the Chaos Heavenly Dao Sect, Dao Ancestor Fu Chen of the Azure Yang Sword Sect, and the others had personally arrived.

There were also experts in the dam, Qiong Qi, who had transformed into an armored man, Di Ting, who was dressed in a white robe and golden armor.
When he saw Han Muye, he cupped his hands and bowed, but he did not address him as Your Majesty, General Qin Zhen.

There were also many experts in the Ancient Cloud Galaxy.
Although they were not top experts, they were still at the Dao Ancestor realm and had powerful combat strength.

When everyone saw Han Muye and Jia Wu, who was standing side by side with Han Muye, their expressions were unreadable.

Endless Heavenly Venerables, Heavenly Mystic Minister Han.

If these two joined forces, they could really overturn the entire cultivation world.

“Di Ting, it’s been a long time.” Jia Wu looked at Di Ting, who was dressed in a white robe, and chuckled softly, “Tell me, what kind of future do you foresee?”

Foreseeing the future was Di Ting’s divine power.

Just like Bai Ze, Di Ting was also an auspicious beast that drove away danger and avoided disaster.

“Heavenly Venerable, cultivation in the world is man-made.
There are many changes.
A mighty figure like you still believes in foreseeing the future?” Di Ting looked at the endless Heavenly Venerable and said softly.

Jia Wu laughed heartily as he pointed at Di Ting, but he didn’t say anything else.

Han Muye looked at the experts who had arrived, cupped his hands, and made a direct gesture.

“Boom!”

On the chessboard where the black and white chess pieces intersected, all the chess pieces flew up and crashed into the Sinking Wood Abyss.

In the sky above the illusory Sinking Wood Abyss, floating platforms appeared.

These high platforms were all 100 feet in diameter and floated in the void, enveloped by a light barrier.

“The performance platform!” someone exclaimed.

Everyone looked up at the countless floating platforms.

Jia Wu’s eyes flickered.
The few mighty figures who had seen the performance platform in the ancient Divine Court Era had solemn expressions.

“Everyone, the performance platform is here.
It’s about to open…”

A faint sword intent appeared on Han Muye’s body.
Behind him, the Sword Dao Essence Soul condensed.
“If you want to activate the platform, you have to break through it.”