Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

1024 Baxia’s Heavenly Stele, Immortal Sovereign’s Dojo

Primordial power.

It was said to possess the power to defy fate.

Only experts with great opportunities could obtain it and refine it.

Otherwise, they would suffer a backlash.

After Di Ting finished speaking, a dark golden light flashed in his eyes.
Then, he grunted and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

“Your future cannot be seen at all.
Every exploration comes at a great cost.”

Di Ting wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and muttered.

Han Muye curiously looked at him and asked, “I wonder, what future do you see for me?”

Others also looked up at Di Ting with curiosity.

Han Muye, both in cultivation and talent, was a top-tier figure in the world, a genius that appeared once in countless millennia in the cultivation world.
What would his future be like?

A stiff expression appeared on Di Ting’s face, and he shook his head.
“If you want me dead, just say it.”

“This guy’s future is unfathomable.”

Speaking of this, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and he raised his head and said softly, “The last thing my Di Ting clan couldn’t see was…”

Amidst the curious gazes of everyone, he shook his head again.
“I can’t say.”

…..

Han Muye understood why there were so few members of the Di Ting and Bai Ze clans.

It wasn’t because exploring the future would result in backlash and destruction.

It was because they were killed before they could finish speaking.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the urge to draw his sword and strike this guy, Han Muye looked ahead and asked, “Where’s the Heavenly Stele of the Baxia Clan?”

“That I can tell you.” Di Ting grinned, pointing downward with his hand.
“The bottommost level.”

Han Muye’s figure moved, soaring into the air and rushing towards the space filled with scattered rocks below.

Qilin and the others were just about to follow when Di Ting raised its hand to block them, “Everyone, he’s going to get the Heavenly Stele of Baxia.
What business do we have interfering?”

Chen Qingzhi frowned.
The Qilin beside him had already nodded and said, “Then where are you planning to take us?”

They were all mighty figures who had lived for countless years.
Chen Qingzhi understood with just a thought.

Han Muye’s future was different from everyone else’s.

There were things that Di Ting couldn’t say, but he could act.

Han Muye’s opportunity was not something they could participate in.

“Haha, back then, were you interested in exploring the treasure troves of a few large clans in the Wasteland?

“Let me tell you, the aura here has changed for countless years and has already nurtured extremely powerful living beings.
They are not easy to deal with.”

Di Ting looked at the group and chuckled.

Along the way, everyone had already encountered many mutated creatures in the wilderness.

Their intelligence was relatively low, but their physical bodies were incredibly strong, and their combat power was not weak.

These creatures were actually left behind by the desolate races back then.
After the desolate era shattered, their cultivation power collapsed, causing them to become like this.

It was very similar to the races in the dam.

Fortunately, these living beings were guarding their own territory and had no intention of attacking other places.

Along the way, they did not kill many of these creatures.

However, if he wanted to enter the desolate ancient land to search for treasures, they would likely have to confront these creatures.

“Let’s go.
This is our home.” Qilin’s eyes sparkled, and his figure transformed into a towering divine beast, charging into the void ahead.

“Haha, we’re going home!” Chen Qingzhi laughed heartily, transforming into a colossal dragon, bellowing at the sky, causing the clouds in the void to tremble as he moved alongside them.

The clouds follow the dragon, and the wind follows the tiger.

“Kid, let’s go and take a look at our home.” Behind Xiang Lingshuang, an old man in a black leather robe patted his shoulder and transformed into a black-horned rhinoceros.

Xiang Lingshuang nodded and looked in the direction where Han Muye had flown down.
His body rapidly expanded, turning into a huge white elephant that was 8,000 feet tall.
With thunderous footsteps, he shattered the scattered rocks that filled the void and rushed into the desolate old land.

The giant beasts returned one after another, startling countless beasts living in the void and causing them to flee in fear.

The once silent world was once again boiling.

…

Han Muye flew forward in the void, riding his sword for millions of miles, but found nothing.

Apart from a few powerful yet unintelligent exotic beasts causing disturbances, he couldn’t even spot a slightly larger piece of land.

Didn’t Di Ting say that the Heavenly Stele was here?

Han Muye paused and put away his sword light.

His gaze swept around, and then a colossal Baxia phantom appeared behind him.

The phantom was condensed, no different from a divine beast.

Baxia’s body transformed into the power of bloodline, and Han Muye’s body could no longer transform into Baxia’s form.

 

However, he could use the power of his bloodline to materialize a divine beast.
There was no difference.
His body turned illusory and fused into the divine beast formed by the power of his bloodline.
Then, Baxia roared into the sky, and his roar shook the void for thousands of miles.

Countless greenish-gray auras gathered and crashed onto his body.

Baxia’s huge eyes lit up.
He took a step forward and covered thousands of feet with each step.
He knocked away the shattered meteorites and ran forward.

With the guidance of his bloodline power, Han Muye indeed discovered the existence of the Heavenly Stele.

It was a mysterious sense of power.

The further he went, the clearer the pull of this power became.

It was as if this power belonged to him from the beginning, summoning him.

Sinking, continuously sinking.

This unprecedentedly profound space surpassed Han Muye’s understanding of the void world.

In theory, the deepest part of the world should be the boundless and omnipresent Endless Sea.

“Roar—”

Baxia roared, its voice causing the suspended dust in the void to tremble and creating a path.

In the deep and mysterious space around them, pairs of savage eyes opened, staring at Baxia’s body as a suppressed force surged forth.