Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion - Chapter 2190

Chapter 2190: 946, what, not convinced?

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This time, the Celestial Battle was a death sentence for all the cultivators involved.

This news left everyone at the gateway to the Cloud Heaven Dao Gate in a stupor.

“Sect Leader, then, what should we do about Young Master Yang and the others?”

“Yes, Young Master Yang is one of the most elite members of our younger generation at the Cloud Heaven Dao Gate. If he were to fall in the Celestial Battle, the loss to our sect’s strength is unimaginable.”

A few elders in white beards and robes looked anxiously towards Taoist Yun Ming.

Young Master He Chengyang was one of the three princes of the Cloud Heaven Dao Gate and had reached the Extreme Dao Realm at a young age.

If all sect cultivators were going to their deaths in the Celestial Battle, then losing He Chengyang would be like damaging the sect’s foundation and future.

Taoist Yun Ming chuckled and turned to a Daoist in a blue robe and golden crown next to him.

The Daoist nodded with a calm expression, “Young Chengyang’s maternal grandfather is an eighth-grade Defending Tribune of the Immortal Dynasty Garrison Mansion.”

“This time in the Celestial Battle, my uncle is also participating and is leading a hundred Garrison Soldiers into battle.”

The Immortal Dynasty Garrison Mansion controls vast lands, tens of millions of li in size.

Within the Garrison Mansion are fifth-grade Grand Generals as well as tribunes of the eighth and ninth grades.

To hold a military position in the Immortal Dynasty Garrison Mansion, and to acquire an officer’s rank, one’s combat strength must at least be at the Primordial Pinnacle Realm.

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An eighth-grade Tribune is definitely a powerhouse at the Qiankun Realm!

That He Chengyang had such a background!

If someone else had said this, no one would believe it.

But the one speaking now was He Chengyang’s father, Elder He Yutang of the Cloud Heaven Dao Gate.

“I’ve already sent a message to Chengyang. Once people from the All-Encompassing Sword Sect arrive at the assembly place, capture Han Muye.”

“By imprisoning Han Muye and seizing command of this troop, rallying a few experts to act as guards, Chengyang’s chances of achieving military exploits become even greater.”

“If my Chengyang can accumulate military exploits and help his uncle gain a chance to become a Heaven Suppressing Guard based on his military exploits in this Celestial Battle, then our Cloud Heaven Dao Gate will flourish in the future.”

He Yutang’s eyes glittered with a brilliance that was hard to suppress, his face showing a hint of smug pride.

The others also showed joy, looking in the direction Han Muye and his group had left, their previous respect turning into hatred.

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Sword light moved freely, and the vast army of cultivators spanned for miles.

Some were striding great distances with each step, others were soaring through the air surrounded by spiritual glows, and some transformed their blood essence into smoke pillars, wrapping their bodies in sword light.

Forty-eight thousand cultivators advanced, covering the sky and obscuring the sun.

Han Muye’s figure was wrapped in sword light, his mind immersed in a Qiankun World.

Although his cultivation abilities had not yet fully broken through the plane suppression, he was already capable of wielding most of his power.

If it weren’t for his desire to transform all the condensed Primordial Beads into the Qiankun World, he could have already stepped beyond the realms of life and death and the Heaven’s Secret Realm, cutting off karma and severing the cycle of reincarnation.

His combat strength could contend with a Dominion Realm powerhouse in a duel.

If it were outside the Great Pantheon Plane, his combat strength could even slay a Dominion!

However, he was not in a hurry to directly elevate his strength to that level; instead, he was continuously condensing the Qiankun World, turning his comprehension of cultivation on this plane into the power of heaven and earth.

The Great Pantheon Plane is the highest plane level he knows of so far, making the cultivation opportunities in such a powerful plane exceedingly rare.

If he didn’t cultivate to the peak in this plane now, he feared there might not be another chance.

“Buzz—”

The three-foot-long sword resounded, and the Sword of the True Spirit within the Qiankun World transformed into Han Muye’s body, while another true body turned into the shape of swords.

The Sword Dao True Body, originally suppressed by the Great Pantheon Plane, now had its external chains fading in and out of existence.

The Flying sword advanced on its own, and there was no need for Han Muye to manage it; Su Juesheng and Zhang Mingyuan were able to control the overall situation.

As for Xu Fengran and others, they, like Han Muye, were immersing their minds in their own cultivation comprehensions as they advanced.

In two months’ time, the army crossed five hundred thousand li.

This was possible because an increasing number of cultivators, by drawing on the origin power of heaven and earth, were able to move even faster.

The power of heaven and earth of the Great Pantheon Plane was exceedingly stable, making the pressure of long-distance raiding immense.

Ordinary Daoist cultivators could hardly traverse 500,000 miles in a year.

By now, the number led by the All-Encompassing Sword Sect had reached 75,000.

Along the way, increasingly more vassal forces had been gathered.

“Buzz——”

Ahead, an army comparable in size to the All-Encompassing Sword Sect blocked the path, the clash of their auras stirring the drifting clouds violently.

Above the army of the All-Encompassing Sword Sect, a phantom of a blue longsword appeared, emitting a chilling coldness that could make one’s heart tremble with its hundred-mile length.

“Which sect dares to compete with Mingtong Sword Dojo?”

A loud shout resounded.

Ahead, a longsword, even more solid and brilliant than the sword light of the All-Encompassing Sword Sect, appeared.

Mingtong Sword Dojo.

Dojo.

The name was somewhat peculiar, but it was the sect with the most cultivators in the Great Pantheon Plane.

One or several powerful cultivators would gather and then pass on their heritage.

Such a place is called a dojo.

Built on the foundation of the great Dao, rooted in transmission of heritage.

These kinds of dojos were also the most favored by the Immortal Dynasty.

The Immortal Dynasty was always wary of sects deeply rooted and with long histories.

On the contrary, dojos, lacking in ancient heritage and relying on powerful individuals, mostly had disciples who, after completing their studies, served the Immortal Dynasty.

“Mingtong Sword Dojo?” Xu Fengran, who had been moving forward with closed eyes, lifted his head, his eyes flashing with golden light.

He raised his hand, and the longsword that gathered the combat strength of an army above him suddenly trembled and slashed forward.

“Clang——”

When the two swords collided, heaven and earth shook, and the clouds for miles around dispersed.

Both longswords also directly dissipated into nothingness.

“Xu Tianfeng!”

A stern cry rang out, and a middle-aged man dressed in a black robe, with a short beard and wearing a golden crown, leapt forward from the opposing army.

“Xu Tianfeng, come out and face me!”

Han Muye stood with his hands behind his back, his body surging with intense sword light.

Xu Fengran’s figure shifted, and he appeared in the air ahead, his longsword shining as he slashed out.

This sword, with a radiance too dazzling to look at directly, seemed as if it could split heaven and earth.

“Using the power of heaven and earth?”

“You, Xu Tianfeng, have indeed made some progress since leaving Tongming Sword Dojo 60 years ago.”

Han Muye looked at the sword overhead and showed a cold smile on his face.

He raised his hand, and golden sword light condensed in his palm, as if it were heaven and earth.

“Sadly, your progress is slight.”

As he spoke, the sword light surged with the power of heaven and earth and clashed with the sword Xu Fengran had slashed.

That sword light was clearly charged with the Power of Qiankun!

“Boom——”

The swords collided, and Xu Fengran’s figure was sent reeling back, his blood essence roiling and the primordial space above his head trembling.

His eyes flashed with endless killing intent.

“What’s the matter, not convinced?” the sword-wielding Han Muye said with a cold smile, “When the master passed the dojo to me, it was because he didn’t see enough potential in you.”

“What does it matter that you’ve made it onto the Thunder List?”

“Aren’t you still one step behind Wang Yunzhao?”