Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion - Chapter 2080

Chapter 2080: 865, Desolate Wilderness
“Cultivation in this world was never about perfection.”

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As he murmured to himself, a lively divine light surged within Han Muye’s divine spot.

Imperfection.

The great Dao has fifty, to escape is but one.

Isn’t the master of Nine Mystic Peak the one that I have escaped from?

The path of cultivation only allows for steady progress if one does not seek perfection.

The mundane cannot be clung to, the past cannot be hoped for, all things have spirit.

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Today, this soul lands in the Ruins Realm, not for perfection, but for fulfillment.

When Mo Yue and Han Wuxie reappear in the small courtyard, quietly embracing, a smile spreads across Han Muye and Sister Mu Wan’s faces.

Is not the purpose of cultivating once to fill the heart with peace?

This journey into the Ruins Realm, to Han Muye, seems less about mending Sister Mu Wan’s regrets than about his own transformation.

His path of cultivation now more resolute.

Looking up, Han Muye gazes into the distance.

There, several figures are already flying towards them.

“Xu Jue, Luo Kun, you dare to venture out of the Ruins Realm!”

“Come with us to the Divine Source Heavenly Palace, otherwise, you may as well be dead!”

Immortal Lords.

Each of them is a powerhouse in the Immortal Lord realm.

In the Ruins Realm, such lords cannot unleash their full strength, but outside it, their power could annihilate heaven and earth.

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At the bottom of the Ten Thousand Magnificence Heavenly Abyss, divine light glittered. The power of death in a radius of one hundred thousand li sparked into an endless vortex.

A golden chain of celestial binding descended towards Xu Jue and Luo Kun from above.

From behind, several beams of Flowing Light smashed towards Han Muye and Sister Mu Wan.

In their eyes, taking Xu Jue and Luo Kun away was all that mattered; as for Han Muye and Sister Mu Wan, they could be easily killed.

Watching the rope descending from above, Luo Kun’s eyes narrowed.

Stepping back, Xu Jue, with three Puppet Fighters flying out beside him, laid down a layer of light that became a shielding screen in front of Han Muye and Sister Mu Wan.

“Kill.” Luo Kun roared angrily, a three-foot-long sword manifesting before him.

With a reddish sword light like flowing flames, bright halos exploded upon the sword edge.

This was a true weapon, fused from Luo Kun’s own soul and body, and the culmination of Xu Jue’s weapon refinement methods.

With Han Muye’s five hundred years in the Ruins Realm, Xu Jue’s skill in refining weapons was unimaginable.

The moment the Sword of Flames appeared, it was as if the entire heaven and earth ignited.

The power of death ignited!

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Power of death should be the most tranquil, the one that must not be utilized by anyone, right?

As the long sword appeared and ignited the power of death, Luo Kun himself was somewhat stunned.

“The force of the Ruins Realm births life from death,” Han Muye gazed at the ignited power of death, divine light flickering in his eyes.

The force of death is the darkest power in the world, one that cannot be stimulated.

Yet now, this power of death shone as brightly as stars, ignited by a Prairie Fire.

“How is it possible, how can the power of death possibly…” The Immortal Lord from the Divine Source Heavenly Palace who struck first was gaping, whispering in disbelief.

The ability to stimulate the power of death completely subverted worldly cognition.

Luo Kun reached out and grabbed the long sword, but did not strike.

A look of reminiscence appeared on his face.

“Between life and death, there is but a fine line.”

“For this line, I have waited, through countless Quantum Tribulations!”

Countless years ago, Luo Kun had collapsed in the Ruins Realm.

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He never thought he would be reborn through the power of the Ruins Realm.

The Ruins Realm was supposed to be the final illusion of the world, yet now it made them who they are.

“Boom—”

Within the void, a gigantic silhouette of a black tiger made of flames appeared, towering and penetrating the heavens.

The massive tiger was adorned with endless flame divine patterns, triggering its power to merge with the force of death.

Flames and silence, warmth and tranquility.

Two diametrically opposed forces collided, erupting into the brightest light in the world.

At this moment, those several Immortal Lords from the Divine Source Heavenly Palace were halted by the flames and couldn’t move an inch.

Their bodies were enveloped in flames, divine power uncontrollably alight.

“Spare us—”

“What, what kind of method is this?”

“How is this possible, I, I’m about to die—”

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The most terrifying thing in the world is not life or death, but the uncertainty of them both.

The most formidable power is not its strength, but that which lies beyond cognition.

It’s this force of death, now alight, that embodies that power.

Gripping the long sword, Luo Kun’s body morphs into the flame-engulfed tiger.

The tiger roars, causing the entirety of the Ten Thousand Magnificence Heavenly Abyss to tremble.

“Return and tell Ye Mingtang that I, the Immortal Sovereign, will personally visit the Divine Source Heavenly Palace.”

Luo Kun’s voice carried an icy detachment and an unbearable majesty.

As his voice faded, all the flames dissipated, as if the surge of blazing light had been but an illusion.

“Ye Mingtang is, who is that?” The leading Immortal Lord from the Divine Source Heavenly Palace looked puzzled.

With a cold snort, Luo Kun’s eyes shone with divine light, and the restrained flames on his body began to swell.

The visage of the black tiger surged and churned once more.

“Ye Mingtang is your Palace Lord. I didn’t expect that now he dares not reveal his own name.”

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With these words, he emphatically swung his sword.

A dark sword light tore a ten thousand zhang rift in the space ahead.

Rotating his sword, he slapped down at the flat edge.

“Boom—”

The chief Immortal Lord from the Heavenly Palace was smashed into the dark fissure.

Being able to tear apart the void within the Ten Thousand Magnificence Heavenly Abyss, what kind of combat strength was this?

The other Immortal Lords and cultivators glanced at each other, pale-faced, and hurriedly stepped into the rift.

Why stay, only to be crushed into it?

As everyone entered, the rift slowly closed, and Luo Kun finally turned back.

“It seems that since stepping out of the Ruins Realm, your memories and cultivation abilities from your previous life have recovered. Moreover, you have gained further enlightenment,” said Han Muye to Luo Kun in front of him with a soft voice.