Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1205 - 1205 Heaven Immortal Demon King Xiang Tian Dies (5)

Chapter 1205 - 1205 Heaven Immortal Demon King Xiang Tian Dies (5)

1205 Heaven Immortal Demon King Xiang Tian Dies (5)

Did the Immortal Lord who fell want to be resurrected?

There was no bloodline pill in the cauldron, but the legacy of a senior of the Sword Sect?

Zhou Sheng turned to look at Han Muye with a strange expression.

Chen Zhulong’s mouth twitched as well.

This was really telling bald-faced lies…

Zhu Ming was only at the Zenith Heaven Immortal Lord Realm. How could he possibly kill an Immortal Lord?

“Zhu Ming’s legacy?” The leading Daoist across from them showed disdain on his face, coldly saying, “What kind of legacy does a sword cultivator like him have—f*ck!”

Han Muye slapped the cauldron, and more than 20 beams of immortal light exploded and flew out of it!

Immortal treasures, they were all immortal treasures!

In an instant, these immortal treasures flew away with long tails.

The scattered blood beads also turned into streams of light and disappeared.

Was there really a legacy?

“Attack!” someone shouted lowly and soared into the air.

“Good treasures.” someone took a step forward, a net appearing in their hand, covering a demon-subduing staff.

“My Mystic Spirit Sword Sect’s treasure, stay.” A sword cultivator flew up and his sword light exploded.

“Pfft, the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect is so poor that it makes clanking sounds. You call these treasures?” Someone shouted coldly, causing immortal light to flicker.

For a time, the surrounding s.p.a.ce churned, countless halos flowed.

Zhou Sheng and Chen Zhulong were dumbfounded.

Where did these treasures come from?

And where did the colorful strand of light go just now?

Han Muye’s face revealed a light smile, shaking his head, and raised his hand to wrap the empty cauldron around him and put it into his dantian.

Trading 20 immortal treasures for this one divine treasure with the same attributes as the Essence Refining Cauldron was not a loss after all.

Moreover, the nine-colored light was the real divine item.

Even if most of them had already been taken away by Heaven Immortal Demon King Hun Tian, the remaining treasures, whether they were used for refining tools or alchemy, were also unimaginably precious.

Looking at the turbulent world around him, Han Muye felt somewhat pleased.

Five million years ago, he had told the Heaven Ascension Immortal Sovereign that only treasures could move people’s hearts.

At that time, the Heaven Ascension Immortal Sovereign had scattered his treasures and allowed his inheritance to be scattered throughout the Heavenly Cycle and the myriad worlds without peris.h.i.+ng, and he himself had survived because of it.

The powerful beings of the divine realm captured him but didn’t directly kill him because his inheritance hadn’t been extinguished. Otherwise, the Heaven Ascension Immortal Sovereign would probably have fallen long ago.

Today, Han Muye was replaying what he had said back then.

Each one of these treasures contained the inheritance of a Heaven Ascension Immortal Sovereign. Should he take it or not?

Once the inheritance was taken, could he still explain himself later?

These powerful beings from the Fuyu Immortal World were still involved.

These were all precious immortal treasures, practical things that could truly enhance their own strength and the foundation of their sects. Why not seize them?

Opportunity was before them. Who wouldn’t seize it? Whoever hesitated would be left behind.

This was understanding the rules of the world.

Of course, not everyone could make such a move.

Twenty immortal treasures would require even a major sect to go all out.

“Sigh, what a pity…” Looking at the commotion around him, Zhou Sheng muttered with regret, a disappointed look on his face.

He did not have any divine treasures in his hands, so he was not qualified to s.n.a.t.c.h such a treasure.

Chen Zhulong also shook his head slightly.

He did not have the qualifications either.

Half a day later, the turbulence around them finally dissipated, and the figures disappeared from the sky.

Gone.

“It’s a pity that most of Senior Zhu Ming’s treasures were s.n.a.t.c.hed by these guys.” The green-robed cultivator who had landed with a flight turned his face, a trace of anger in his expression.

He and several other sword cultivators had one or two treasures in their hands.

When it came to s.n.a.t.c.hing things, sword cultivators still had some advantage.

“Han kid, this is Mu Huan, the Hall Master of the Xuntian Hall of our Sword Sect. His cultivation has already reached the pinnacle of the Zenith Heaven Realm. He wields the Heavenly Cloud Sword, and can contend against Immortal Lords.”

Zhou Sheng looked at Han Muye and spoke softly.

The others left, but several of the Sword Sect’s members stayed behind to meet Han Muye and the others.

Han Muye hurriedly bowed and Mu Huan waved his hand, saying, “We Sword Sect don’t have those empty courtesies.”

A small green and yellow sword appeared in his hand, falling in front of Han Muye. “Take the opportunity that belongs to you. This sword was what I used when I was in the Heavenly Immortal realm. I’m giving it to you.”

Obviously, he believed that the treasures in the large cauldron were the legacy that Senior Zhu Ming had left for Han Muye. Now that they were scattered, it was as if they had taken away Han Muye’s opportunity.

He was indeed a sincere senior.

Han Muye accepted the long sword.

It was not an immortal treasure, but the sword of a Zenith Heaven expert. In Han Muye’s opinion, this sword was even better than an immortal treasure.

“Kid, Senior Brother Zhu Ming was also one of the Hall Masters of our Xuntian Hall back then. With the opportunity you’ve gained from him, when you have a chance to return to the sect, make sure to leave his legacy behind.”

Mu Huan looked at Han Muye, his voice heavy and meaningful.

Zhu Ming’s legacy holder.

With this, Han Muye’s ident.i.ty in the Sword Sect was confirmed. He wasn’t the successor of Guan Dongyun, but the disciple of Senior Zhu Ming.

For Han Muye, who had been troubled by his ident.i.ty all along, this was a good thing.

“Boom!”

Heaven and earth shook as a pitch-black pillar of light appeared, tearing the entire world apart.

Li Yungang, covered in injuries, had just fallen to the ground and looked up at the sky, a complex expression on his face.

“Chief Li, how is it?” Mu Huan looked at Li Yungang and spoke in a deep voice.

“Xiang Tian, no, this guy is the remnant soul of an Immortal Lord.” Li Yungang shook his head and stood up.

“His physical body was shattered by the sword intent of both Senior Zhu Ming and me, but unfortunately his remnant soul escaped.”

He turned around and looked at Mu Huan with a gloomy expression. “At the critical moment, it was the Daoist Faction who helped him escape.”

Dao Sect!

Everyone’s face showed a trace of shock.

However, Han Muye, who had already known about the connection between Dao Sect and Heaven Immortal Demon King Xiang Tian, didn’t show much change on his face.

“Kid, this is the sword Senior Brother Zhu Ming left for you.” Li Yungang handed a green sword to Han Muye and said softly, “Don’t let Senior Brother Zhu down.”

That Senior Zhu Ming had really left his inheritance to him was unexpected for Han Muye.

He held the sword with both hands and nodded heavily.

Whether it was Senior Zhu Ming or the others, the integrity and determination displayed by these senior sword cultivators were extraordinary.

Han Muye admired these senior sword cultivators.

Li Yungang took out a wine gourd, took a gulp of wine, and said loudly, “Kid, comprehend it well, and let’s have a battle in a few days.”

Hearing his words, the surrounding sword cultivators lowered their heads.

What he feared the most was this Green Vine Sword Immortal’s challenge.

Han Muye smiled bitterly and said, “Chief Li, you’ve already defeated Heaven Immortal Demon King Xiang Tian. So why are you still looking for me to fight?”

His words made Li Yungang grin.

But in the next moment, Li Yun’s face turned serious again, shaking his head. “Suppressed to the same level of cultivation, I’m really not your match.”

“Next round, I’ll use the power of the Void Refinement Realm.”

Void Refinement Realm versus Void Hollowing Realm?

Li Yungang, the Green Vine Sword Immortal, admitted that he was no match for Han Muye, a junior of the Sword Sect, at the same level.

Mu Huan and the others looked surprised, and their gazes fell on Han Muye.

Han Muye nodded and did not refuse this time.

“Seniors, let’s go. I’m afraid this trip to the Bitter Immortal Realm will cause even more chaos.” Han Muye’s figure moved and left.

The others exchanged glances and followed suit.

As Han Muye had said, powerful experts from various major sects in the Fuyu Immortal Realm gathered together to kill Heaven Immortal Demon King Xiang Tian. The powerful experts under his command were annihilated, his physical body shattered, and his divine soul disappeared.

After this battle, the Bitter Immortal Realm, which was on the verge of unification, once again fell into turmoil.

The major demon lords were eager to take advantage of the situation and become the next demon king.

With the collapse of Heaven Immortal Demon King Xiang Tian’s army, the subordinate demon kings who had pledged allegiance once again split up and each took control of a region.

The ones who really suffered were the low-level living beings of the Bitter Immortal Realm.

All of this was what the large sects of the Fuyu Immortal World wanted to see.

As for Yunlan Sword Immortal, who had personally partic.i.p.ated in all of this, he didn’t receive much attention.

His level was still too low.

“Golden fire?” Han Muye, who had left the Bitter Immortal Realm, stood in the vast heavens and earth and turned around, looking at a golden flame behind him.

From within the flame, a 13 or 14-year-old child dressed in a golden robe walked out.

His eyes shone with golden immortal light, and immortal patterns flickered all over his body.

The child’s body surged with flames that even Golden Immortals had to retreat from.

A phoenix.

This was pure Phoenix bloodline, the true king of fire among all the fires in the world.

“Greetings, Foster Father.” The child bowed to Han Muye with a solemn expression. “Without Foster Father’s help, Golden Fire wouldn’t have been able to purify his body, undergo Nirvana, and start over.”