Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1442 Great Desolate, Golden Crow! (2)

Chapter 1442 Great Desolate, Golden Crow! (2)

Although the killing continued, the Ten Thousand Magnificence Immortal Dynasty's strength continued to increase by harnessing the power of heaven and earth to refine itself.

In the midst of this killing, the first to bear the brunt was the Golden Crow clan.

For tens of thousands of years, the Golden Crow clan, which once spread across the Great Desolate, was now less than one-tenth of its prime.

With the awakening of the Golden Crow clan's bloodline becoming rarer, and fewer strong individuals, their influence in the Great Desolate was diminis.h.i.+ng.

The glory of the past was now almost nonexistent.

"Buzz!"

Behind Han Muye, the virtual shadow of the Golden Crow slowly transformed from a greenish-gray to a pale red.

The cultivation of the Great Desolate was extremely ancient and simple, whether it was bloodline power or the transmission of magical arts..

Qi, blood, soul, and the power of heaven and earth were merged into one, condensing the body with the essence spirit.

This essence spirit was a fusion of spiritual energy, unlike the spiritual energy formed by the out-of-body experience in later generations.

At the first level of the essence spirit, it was bluish-gray, with the strength of blood, body, and flesh roughly equivalent to the peak of the peak Human Realm Foundation Establishment cultivator.

At the second level of the essence spirit, it manifested in red, possessing the battle power of the Earth Realm Golden Core.

At the third level of the essence spirit, with an orange virtual shadow, one could be considered a strong individual among the small tribes in the Great Desolate, having the battle power of the Heaven Realm.

However, the third level of the essence spirit was still a low-level essence spirit in the Great Desolate, and many races surpa.s.sed it directly upon awakening their bloodline inheritance.

Originally, the bloodline awakening of the Golden Crow clan led directly to the fourth level of the essence spirit, with a yellow essence spirit emitting divine light capable of breaking through falsehood and evil.

But now, among the Golden Crow clan, those who had reached the fourth level of the essence spirit were not awakened by bloodline, but rather by using other cultivation methods.

The fourth level of the essence spirit was yellow, equivalent to the realm of Human Immortal.

The fifth level of the essence spirit was green, with the battle power of the Earth Immortal Realm.

The sixth level of the essence spirit was blue, reaching the realm of Heavenly Immortal.

The seventh level of the essence spirit was blue, representing the Golden Immortal.

The eighth level of the essence spirit was purple, representing Zenith Heaven.

The ninth level of the essence spirit was silver, representing the Immortal Lord.

The ninth level of the essence spirit was not the end of cultivation in the Great Desolate. On the contrary, for many powerful tribes, reaching the ninth level of the essence spirit was just the beginning.

Beyond the ninth level of the essence spirit, one would condense the true body and transform into a golden true spirit.

The true spirit was the true powerhouse in the Great Desolate.

According to Han Muye's understanding, the true spirit in the Great Desolate should have a strength comparable to that of an Immortal Venerable.

However, the realm of Immortal Venerable was the end of cultivation in later generations. In the Great Desolate, the true spirit was just the beginning.

Nine transformations of the true spirit, merging with heaven and returning to ancestry.

"Boom—"

Behind Han Muye, the virtual shadow of the Golden Crow essence spirit went from the first level of bluish-gray, straight to the third, fifth, and finally stabilized at the seventh deep blue color.

It was just a slight difference, and it could enter the eighth level of the essence spirit, condensing the purple essence spirit.

In terms of cultivation alone, Han Muye at this moment could already be considered a formidable Golden Immortal of the Golden Crow clan.

The formidable bloodline power of the Golden Crow clan, at the seventh level of the essence spirit, could already defeat other essence spirits at the eighth level that did not inherit from divine beasts, and even at the ninth level, they could contend.

However, in front of a true spirit powerhouse, Han Muye was still not enough.

But it was remarkable that Han Muye, after entering the Great Desolate Ruins Realm, had elevated his cultivation to this level within a hundred years, showcasing his exceptional insight and talent.

The beings in the Great Desolate had long lifespans, and a hundred years were just a blink of an eye. Many beings couldn't even reach the first level of the essence spirit in a hundred years.

A blue-black hairpin, formed from the deep blue Golden Crow, was inserted into Han Muye's hair bun. His eyes closed slightly as he internally examined his divine treasury.

His divine sword, everything brought into this realm upon entering, was sealed.

The power in the Great Desolate Ruins Realm was too formidable, so even if the physical body entered this realm, it couldn't use any power.

Even treasures and spiritual materials couldn't be utilized.

Unless he could step into the True Spirit Realm and form an alliance with the power of heaven and earth.

Of course, the cultivation methods and various techniques in his memory were exceptions.

Apart from the faint golden sword shadow imprinted on his arm, he was already no different from the Golden Crow clan in the Great Desolate.

His entire body was filled with explosive power, and there was a Great Sun Golden Crow pattern on his forehead. His eyes flashed with the golden light of his awakened bloodline.

Standing up, Han Muye's eyes emitted golden light, s.h.i.+ning like flames.

This was the power of the Great Sun.

It was the manifestation of the awakened bloodline of the Golden Crow.

Stepping out of the green stone house he hadn't left for nearly a hundred years, Han Muye faced an open and desolate landscape.

He sighed lightly, looking towards the mountain in front.

Although he had been in seclusion for a hundred years, he was well aware of the changes in the clan during that time.

Without a strong presence, the Golden Crow Han Mountain Tribe had only about 430 people left.

The two strongest among them, the elder, Han Chaohu, was at the peak of the fourth level of the Origin Spirit Realm. However, because of the consumption of his bloodline power, he almost never had the chance to step into the fifth level of the Origin Spirit Realm in his life.

The elder Han Yun He had a slightly lower cultivation level than Han Chao Hu but still had the potential for a breakthrough.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Outside the mountain, there were sounds of explosions and impacts.

There were also shouts from elderly individuals whose vitality was insufficient.

Han Muye walked slowly to the mountaintop, observing the situation of the battle below.

The elder, Han Yunhe, was supported by two middle-aged clansmen. He stood at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by a group of elders and children.

In front of him, a green Golden Crow phantom appeared behind Han Chaohu. Its punches and kicks carried the power of the sun.

He was battling an old man with a faint green panther shadow behind him, agile and vigorous in his movements.

On the opposite side, there were more than a hundred black panthers with solemn auras and panther patterns on their heads and faces.

It was clear that the opponents had many powerful individuals and were not something the Golden Crows of Han Mountain could resist.

"Han Chaohu, admit defeat. Give up the medicinal field under Han Mountain."

"Your Han Mountain Golden Crow Tribe only has this few people left. Why do you need so many medicinal fields?

"You can't awaken your bloodline. It's a complete waste to plant spirit herbs for medicinal baths."

The old man fighting Han Chaohu was a sixth-level primordial spirit and was slightly stronger than Han Chaohu. At this moment, he kept shouting.