Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

1008 One Step, One Sword, Hundred Battle Platform (3)

Han Muye’s intention was to learn secretly.

It had been more than 400,000 years since the collapse of the ancient divine court.

In such a distant time, the methods of cultivating time had undergone countless changes.

The cultivation techniques in the dam might still be ancient, but the cultivation methods, magical arts, Daoist arts, and swordsmanship in other ancient cloud galaxies and the lands where ancient gods fell were already significantly different.

 

Each sect had its own distinctive cultivation characteristics.
What Han Muye was doing now was similar to when he practiced the technique of the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords back then, summarizing the strengths of various sects for his own use.

Sitting on the meteorite, he observed all the battles on the high platforms in front of him.

Some possessed immense magical powers, and every move and gesture they made had the power to shatter the heavens and the earth.
Some moved with lightning speed, their figures flashing by, making it impossible for the naked eye to capture them.

Some had profound swordsmanship, with a single thrust causing the void to tremble.
Some manipulated the power of the heavens and the earth with their Daoist arts, and their words turned into spells…

On each high platform, these experts demonstrated astonishing techniques.

Facing them were puppets that possessed various magical and Daoist techniques inherited from ancient times, as well as constantly absorbing and replicating abilities.

Han Muye sat there, and in his mind, the battles on each high platform appeared as vivid scenes.

The Dao techniques of the Yuling Dao Sect, the sword techniques of the Sword Pavilion, the combat techniques of the ancient puppets, the sword control of the Qingyang Sword Sect…

For a whole day, Han Muye did not make a single move.

On this day, Jia Wu had already crossed over 358 high platforms.

Among the other experts, there were five who had more than a hundred seats.
Dao Ancestor Qi Yu, two Heavenly Venerables from the Yuling Dao Sect, and two Heavenly Venerable experts had all passed the hundred battle platforms.

Many others had passed over 80 or 90 platforms.

As for those who had fallen from the platforms, there were even more of them.

At this moment, whether it was the fallen cultivators or those who still stood on the high platforms, their expressions were all solemn.

The fallen individuals were reflecting on their gains and losses with all their hearts, while the experts still on the platforms were doing their best to deal with the powerful puppets in front of them.

Their strength not only came from their own power but also from the increasing number of techniques they exhibited.

“Boom!”

A Sage-level expert holding a spiritual treasure was punched off the platform by a puppet in front of him, and he landed pale-faced on a meteorite.

A flicker of fear flashed across his face as he slowly retreated.

The puppet’s strike just now almost killed him on the spot.

“Your refining of the spiritual treasure is not sufficient, and there are hindrances when you make a move at critical moments, especially when you use fire-based magical arts to activate it.
In reality, you cannot fully unleash the power of this Green Jade Umbrella.”

Han Muye, who was sitting upright, suddenly spoke.

The Daoist holding the spiritual treasure, the Green Jade Umbrella, trembled all over and turned to look at Han Muye.

“I remember that the Senior from the Zuoning Daoist Temple has a fire-repelling five-tooth halberd in his hand.
He himself was a cultivator of the water element.
You can have a discussion with him.”

After Han Muye finished speaking, he slowly stood up amidst the Daoist’s astonished gaze.

All around, all the cultivators who had retreated from the battle platform looked at Han Muye.

How strong was this ninth-ranked Sword Dao mighty figure, Prime Minister Han of the Heavenly Mystic, who had been designated as the successor by the Divine Emperor?

Han Muye took a step forward and unsheathed a green sword.

“Clang—”

The sword radiance surged and pierced straight into the high platform.

The puppet on the first high platform had not fully materialized before it was shattered by Han Muye’s sword.

His figure landed on the second high platform, his sword still held high.
Taking another step forward, the sword’s edge pierced through the newly appearing puppet.

With another step, Han Muye lightly swept his sword on the third high platform, as if casually drawing his sword, instantly cutting the puppet in front of him into two pieces.

By the time he reached the fourth high platform, it was already his fourth step.

The sword followed his movement, and the fourth puppet didn’t even have a chance to raise its hand.

On the fifth platform.

On the sixth platform.

The seventh one.

The 10th one.

100!

From the first high platform to the 100th high platform, Han Muye took a total of 100 steps, and with his sword, he either thrust forward or swept diagonally, as if advancing effortlessly.

He took 100 steps forward, piercing through 100 high platforms!

Was this the true combat strength of Prime Minister Han of the Heavenly Mystic, the ninth in the world?

Outside the platforms, everyone widened their eyes, their faces filled with astonishment.

Xu Wei’s folding fan opened halfway but couldn’t be closed, his face expressing astonishment.

“This guy, he’s so strong?””

“No wonder…”