Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1479 - 1479 Is This the Origin of the Calamity? (3)
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Chapter 1479 - 1479 Is This the Origin of the Calamity? (3)

It was Ci Yuan’s next few punches that directly knocked it unconscious.

After advancing 8,000 miles, Han Muye landed on a piece of bluestone.

Not far away, in the mountains, a four-legged exotic beast with a heavy aura in its body walked slowly, watching him vigilantly.

“Crimson Feather Armored Dragon, four-legged gallop, scales without horns, capable of spitting fire and avoiding dust, extremely fast.”

Han Muye spoke sentence by sentence, causing the advancing exotic beast to stop its steps.

However, Han Muye had no intention of stopping. The swords Black Abyss and Essence Life slowly unsheathed in his hands.

“Ninth level Essence Spirit Realm, the ancient primordial dragon bloodline is enough.”

Then he took a step forward.

“Clang—”

The Crimson Feather Armored Dragon swung its long tail, blocking the Black Abyss sword thrust by Han Muye.

It also blocked Han Muye’s figure.

“Good vigilance.” Han Muye exclaimed, his figure flashed, landing behind the Crimson Feather Armored Dragon, and the short sword Essence Life thrust out.

“Clang—”

The armored dragon raised its hind legs to block the blade.

Han Muye was fast, and the armored dragon was completely on guard.

However, it was still at the ninth level of the Essence Spirit Realm. The power of the Essence Spirit possessed it and turned into a faint golden scale armor. Han Muye’s sword could not pierce through this armor.

In addition, this clumsy-looking armored dragon was actually extremely agile and blocked Han Muye’s sword every time.

At the side, the young patriarch of the Black Bear Clan, Ci Yuan, watched with great enthusiasm.

He had seen Han Muye draw his sword, but he had rarely seen anyone who could block a hundred strikes from Han Muye.

Back then, when Han Muye and Mu Changkong sparred, he had always fought with his spear and did not use his sword.

Han Muye’s speed became faster and faster, and the sword light slowly enveloped the armored dragon’s body.

The shadow of the essence spirit behind Han Muye also appeared, with the deep purple essence spirit intertwining with golden light.

Within a radius of 10 miles, the blazing light of heaven and earth seemed to reflect the sun in the sky, making the surrounding beasts flee for their lives.

Visible to the naked eye, a faint silver light appeared on the essence spirit behind Han Muye.

“Kill!”

With a shout, he pointed the long sword in his hand at the top of the Armored Dragon’s head. The Crimson Feather Armored Dragon shivered all over, slowly collapsing to the ground, not daring to move.

In the void, all the previous sword lights converged into one sword light, and condensed in Han Muye’s hand.

If this final sword were thrust, it would undoubtedly consolidate all the previous sword lights into one.

As this sword was thrust, Han Muye’s cultivation reached its peak, breaking through to the ninth level of Essence Spirit.

With the honing power of the dragon clan bloodline, it could also stabilize his cultivation.

However, as Han Muye gripped the sword in his hand, he did not thrust it out.

“Even an ant can barely survive, let alone an ancient beast that has cultivated for countless years.

“You don’t want to die.

“I can kill you, but I shouldn’t kill for no reason.

“There should be more than killing in the Great Desolate.”

As if understanding something, Han Muye looked up at the sky.

The sun was bright, illuminating the Great Desolate.

For countless years, the Golden Crow had witnessed endless killing in the vast wilderness.

Was the Heavenly Dao like this?

“What is the Heavenly Dao of the Great Desolate?”

“Is killing to stop killing really in line with the Heavenly Dao?”

Slowly sheathing his sword, Han Muye said calmly, “You can leave.”

The Red-feathered Armored Dragon lying on the ground stood up, lowered its head gently, and turned to leave.

Watching the armored dragon leave, Ci Yuan walked forward and said softly, “Master, how about we find another exotic beast?”

Han Muye shook his head, and the essence spirit shadow behind him dissipated.

He had originally planned to break through with the help of slaughter, but at this moment, he had a realization. Without the desire to kill again, he couldn’t break through, and it was also the will of heaven.

“Let’s go back.”

Turning around, Han Muye strode away.

He had only taken a few steps when he stopped.

In the woods behind him, the Crimson Feather Armored Dragon, which had left earlier, came back, holding a silver-white spirit herb in its mouth.

Placing the herb in front of Han Muye, the Armored Dragon turned and fled.

Han Muye lowered his head and looked at the spirit herb.

“A 100,000-year-old Sun Gathering Branch. If I still can’t break through with such a treasure, my cultivation will be wasted.” Han Muye laughed, held the spirit herb, and flew away in a sword light.

He could not wait to refine this spirit herb into a pill.

———-

Ten days later, a faint explosion came from a small limestone building in the core of the Han Mountain Clan.

The sound was muffled, with a faint silver halo, flashing and disappearing.

The Golden Crows stationed outside the building felt their bodies tremble, as if they were about to kneel on the ground. When they came to their senses, the feeling had already disappeared.

At this moment, inside the small building, under a golden light shield, Han Muye in a blue robe had a golden sun pattern on his forehead, and behind him, a giant Golden Crow shadow.

The flowing light on the wings flashed, and the golden eyes emitted a majestic aura. Each feather seemed to be condensed from a raging flame.

The Golden Crow’s body solidified, slowly changing from gray-blue to red-orange-yellow-green-blue-purple seven colors, and finally, all colors returned to the origin, merging into a brilliant silvery color.

A silver essence spirit.

Ninth level Essence Spirit Realm!

This was the end of the essence spirit cultivation. The next stage was to condense the essence spirit into a corporeal form and turn it into a true spirit.

A true spirit was the real powerhouse in the Great Desolate.

Every million-strong tribe’s settlement had a guardian true spirit powerhouse.

Han Muye opened his eyes, and the golden light in his eyes shone brightly.

At the ninth level of Essence Spirit, his Golden Crow bloodline power had also increased.

“The Great Sun Golden Crow, the divine flame is boundless, capable of destroying heaven and earth. However, the supernatural bloodlines of all living beings in the world are for extermination, for survival. Who is born to illuminate the myriad realms?”

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