Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1038 - 1038 Taking Control of the Sword Pavilion, Sword Master Muye

Chapter 1038 - 1038 Taking Control of the Sword Pavilion, Sword Master Muye

1038 Taking Control of the Sword Pavilion, Sword Master Muye

“Buzz!”

The sword light shook, and the 32 pairs of sword light on the bluestone scattered, as if shattered directly.

The disciples of the Sword Pavilion around had complicated expressions, their mouths wide open, but they dared not even breathe.

Could it be that the treasured possession of their sect was destroyed like this?

Their cultivation was not enough, their vision was insufficient, and they couldn’t see the significance of these colliding sword lights.

Qi Yu stared at the sword light, his heartstrings stretched tight, almost on the verge of snapping.

Han Muye’s sword light, which had crossed 300,000 years, could actually compete with the sword light of the previous Sword Lord, and both were destroyed?

“Buzz!”

The sword light vibrated.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes and his gaze penetrated through time and s.p.a.ce to face a black-haired Daoist in a light purple robe.

“Young disciple, to have someone like you, my Sword Pavilion shall prosper,” said the Daoist, looking at Han Muye with a smile on his face.

He raised his hand, and 99 sword lights transformed, shuttling and exploding, like millions of auroras flickering.

“How about this strike?” the Daoist asked softly.

Han Muye nodded.

This strike was countless times stronger than the previous 32 sword lights.

This was the true heritage of this senior.

“I’m Su Xinghe. I hope we can meet again in the Immortal World.” The Daoist smiled and waved his hand. All the scenes in front of him dissipated.

The halo in Han Muye’s eyes also turned into nothingness.

He shook his head. The 32 sword lights dissipated and condensed into one with the sword lights on the bluestone.

He left his power in the bluestone, making the shattered sword light even more solid.

After 300,000 years, his sword light fought with Senior Su Xinghe, the Sword Pavilion Master who had long stepped into the Immortal World.

Crossing 300,000 years, his sword light clashed with the Sword Pavilion’s former lord, Su Xinghe, who had long stepped into the immortal realm.

He was a Senior expert after all. His methods were indeed extraordinary.

The sword light on the limestone was still there, and it was even more condensed than before. This made all the Sword Pavilion disciples heave a sigh of relief.

Qi Yu turned to look at Han Muye, nodded slightly, and bowed slightly.

He saw more than others.

Others only saw 64 sword lights, but he saw the 99 sword techniques that were as resplendent as the galaxy.

This Sword Ancestor Muye had obtained the inheritance of the Sword Master from 300,000 years ago.

It had been a long time since the Sword Pavilion had a Sword Master.

The Elders of the various factions held the authority of the Sword Pavilion.

The most important reason was that no one could surpa.s.s the entire Sword Pavilion and obtain the ancient inheritances.

Could it be that this person was truly the chosen one?

As they traveled, they experienced the profound heritage and vicissitudes of the Sword Pavilion. Dao Ancestor Qi Yu led them to a mottled hall.

The Hall of Self-Examination.

The vigorous and ancient handwriting seemed to be carved with a sword in every stroke.

Looking at those large characters, it felt as if standing beneath a starry sky, dissecting one’s own heart.

What was the purpose of cultivating in this life?

“Please.” Qi Yu raised his hand and gestured for Han Muye to ascend the steps.

The elder disciples of the Sword Pavilion who followed behind Qi Yu showed excitement and a hint of worry on their faces.

The Hall of Self-Examination, the sword cultivators who entered this place, 90 percent of them joined the Sword Pavilion.

However, there were also a tenth of them who eventually experienced the collapse of their sword paths, losing their spiritual souls.

Would Han Muye become a member of the Sword Pavilion or encounter an accident upon entering the Hall of Self-Examination today?

Huang Zhihu and the others glanced at each other but did not step onto the stone steps.

The Hall of Self-Examination was the core place of the Sword Pavilion, and not many were qualified to enter.

Even for Qi Yu and the other elders of the Sword Pavilion, they would only enter the hall once in their lifetime.

“All the secrets of our Sword Pavilion lie within this place. Han Muye, take care,” Qi Yu respectfully announced, cupping his hands.

Han Muye didn’t look back, just stood on the stone steps, nodded, took a step forward, pushed open the bronze 100-foot bronze gate with his hand, and disappeared in front of the grand hall.

Everyone waited quietly in front of the nine stone steps.

As Han Muye stepped into the grand hall, he was greeted by an endless sea of sword light.

From the moment he stepped into the hall, he was surrounded by a sea of sword light.

“Slash—”

A sword light condensed into a long sword and slashed towards his neck.

Han Muye did not stop and walked forward.

“Clang—”

A sword flew out from the Infinite Unity Sword Box and blocked the sword.

The two swords collided, shaking off the surrounding sword light.

This strike seemed to be the trigger.

In an instant, countless sword lights solidified, tracing numerous profound streams of light, and collided towards Han Muye.

Each sword contained a sword intent and power that could directly slay a Sword Dao Saint.

Could it be that the Hall of Self-Examination concealed such terrifying strength?

A burst of brilliance radiated from Han Muye’s eyes.

“Buzz!”

The long and short swords from the Infinite Unity Sword Case fell into his hands, with the long sword pointing forward and the short sword protecting his body.

At this moment, his figure merged with the sword light, and he walked with the sword.

“Clang—”

A sword, three feet in front of him, was flicked away by the long sword, cras.h.i.+ng into several swords behind and creating a path.

Han Muye took a step forward, made a horizontal slash with the sword in his hand, deflected the incoming sword from the left, and collided with the suspended sword, creating an opening.

Step by step, there was not a single sword that could fall within three feet in front of Han Muye.

The short sword protected his body, deflecting any sword that came from behind, sending them all flying.

Ten steps.

A hundred steps.

A thousand steps.

Ten thousand steps.

As he advanced 10,000 steps, all the swords in the void were struck down.

Before Han Muye, the sword light resembled a dragon, the green long sword whirling through the air, and the purple short sword slas.h.i.+ng horizontally, intertwining without end.

After 10,000 steps, the swords in the void only flashed briefly, and were no longer gathering.

However, these flas.h.i.+ng long swords already possessed the power of s.p.a.ce, and each time they appeared, their positions were cunning and bizarre.

Sometimes, a sword would disappear 100,000 feet away and appear behind Han Muye.