Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 2203: 959, the king of my Fire Vein Clan, has returned.

Chapter 2203: 959, the king of my Fire Vein Clan, has returned.

Temptation.

It was indeed temptation.

The longer one practiced cultivation, the more stable one’s heart became, with fewer things able to cause temptation.

Yet, the two choices presented by the Flame G.o.d, were temptations that no cultivator could easily refuse.

Dual cultivation with a Divine Lord, sharing cultivation memories and experiences, and even the exquisite experience of their n.o.ble body, allowing it to nurture one’s own bloodline—who could bear to refuse such extreme sensations?

The second choice was to directly gain control of a Plane, possessing the pinnacle power and influence that was hard to come by in this world.

To hold the world’s power whilst awake, to sleep drunkenly on the knees of a beauty.

Cultivators also had desires, not truly without wants, but what they desired could no longer be satisfied by ordinary worldly things.

Han Muye slowly extended his hand, envy showing on the face of the Fire Spirit behind him.

Ahead, a hint of shyness flickered in the Divine Lord’s eyes as she lowered her head slightly.

Such temptation was irresistible to anyone.

“Boom—”

The hand that Han Muye had extended suddenly clenched into a fist.

A fist, carrying a whoos.h.i.+ng noise, was thrown in the three-foot s.p.a.ce before him, stirring the surrounding Origin Energy and blood essence.

A s.p.a.ce of ten feet around was locked in place.

The previously serene and submissive Divine Lord’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Han Muye’s fist made a direct hit on the forehead of the Divine Lord.

“Boom—”

The punch landed solidly, causing a collapse like the end of the world, followed by a roaring noise.

The Divine Lord’s body trembled from the impact and she staggered backward.

The originally beautiful countenance distorted under the impact of the punch.

A wisp of gray-blue illusionary aura scattered.

Her dress also turned to ash-black.

“You, you—”

Pain filled the Divine Lord’s eyes as she pointed at Han Muye.

“Run—”

The Divine Lord growled as an illusionary halo around her turned into chains and directly locked her body in place.

The chains, like living creatures, penetrated her body, grinding against her bones and sinews with a screeching noise.

“Divine Lord!” the Fire Spirit roared anxiously, watching the figure in front of it.

The Divine Lord’s body, wrapped by the chains, was dragged towards the abyss behind her.

Regret and uncontrollable pain flashed in her eyes.

“To break through illusion is to find one’s true self,” Han Muye shook his head slowly and said softly, “I am still in the realm of illusion. There is no Divine Lord here, nor a Divine Court.”

Illusion.

All of this was so much like the Ruins Realm.

Everything before him was just scenes from the memories of powerful beings.

The Divine Lord before him was nothing more than a remnant soul in the illusory realm.

The Divine Court of the past had long since collapsed.

The Divine Lords of the past had also long since fallen, with only their remnant souls imprisoned and wandering through the endless ages.

The power of illusion trapped the remnant soul of the Divine Lord, waiting here to devour all beings seduced by it.

The two choices just now, regardless of which one Han Muye chose, would have resulted in the devouring of his soul and blood essence, and eventually, he would have fallen into the realm of illusion.

Han Muye raised his hand, and flames rose and wrapped around his body, as if the endless sky were being burned through.

With one punch, the flames turned into a dragon shadow, causing the collapse of ten thousand miles of heaven and earth.

The originally illusory mountains crumbled, and the world that had been shrouded in thick fog instantly turned into a sea of fire.

In the midst of the sea of fire, a piece of ruined land slowly emerged.

Shattered palaces.

Walls that stretched for thousands of miles, now collapsed into ruins.

This was the true Ruins Realm.

Palaces, Divine Lords—all had long been buried within these ruins.

Ruins and debris, smoke and dust stirred.

One by one, figures dressed in black armor and wielding long sabers charged at Han Muye and the Fire Spirit, their blades slas.h.i.+ng through the air.

The power of illusion on the sabers could directly split heaven and earth.

The power to shatter illusions.

“Crackle—”

The Fire Spirit had just braced against one saber blade with its long spear when it trembled and staggered back, the spear shattering.

“This power—”

He couldn’t withstand this strength!

He, who possessed the power of reincarnation, couldn’t block a single strike from these black-armored shadows!

Where in the world did so many powerful beings come from?

The Fire Spirit’s figure was knocked back, and the black armored shadow’s saber aimed a slash at Han Muye.

Han Muye lifted his hand, and his sword was also infused with a gray-blue aura.

The power to shatter illusions!

The gray-blue misty power he had acquired earlier infused the sword body, giving it the power to shatter illusions.

“Clang—”

When the saber and sword collided, both powers capable of splitting heaven and earth intertwined.

The long sword flicked away one saber, then the sword edge pointed forward, piercing through the black armor.

The black figure turned into a stream of gray-blue smoke, then condensed into a black bead.

Han Muye reached out and caught the bead in his palm.

The illusionary power within the bead seemed to a.s.similate everything around it with the world.

“The condensation of Void-breaking Realm’s power.”

“The ancient book seems to call this object, the Void Shattering Pearl.”

Han Muye whispered softly, as his three-foot-long sword struck out once again.

Great Pantheon Stone, Void Shattering Pearl.

Each Void Shattering Pearl is a treasure sought after by those in the Dominance Realm.

Such treasures, in the Great Pantheon Plane above, can be exchanged for battle achievements.

One Void Shattering Pearl, one hundred thousand beheadings.

Han Muye’s sword in hand did not stop, either thrusting forward with each step, stroke by stroke, or sweeping across with the flick of his wrist, continuously drawing down flames and thunder.

One after another, figures imbued with the power of breaking illusions were shattered.

A series of grey-green beads floated beside Han Muye.

The Fire Spirit’s eyes flickered with the light of flames, watching as Han Muye’s sword felled each one.

From calm to astonishment, then to terror, his expression changed!

“To slash through the power of illusions, one must counter with Void-breaking Strength.”

“Yet the master is clearly not using Void-breaking Power to strike!”

It’s not Void-breaking, yet it can shatter illusions!

The Fire Spirit was correct; the power Han Muye was using at that moment was indeed not the Void-breaking Power acc.u.mulated within his body.

Such precious Void-breaking Strength, even he was not willing to expend it at that moment.

The power he now exhibited was the pinnacle of his own sword cultivation, invoking the Peak Thunder Fire’s Origin.

Just now, he evolved countless flames in that illusory realm, pus.h.i.+ng them to their peak.

The pinnacle of Plane Force in this realm is reincarnation.

Meaning, Han Muye now possessed the Origin of myriad Reincarnation Flames.

Plus, the Lightning Sea transformed by his thunder power had also already reached the cycle of reincarnation level.

Adding the two together was to transcend reincarnation.

Dominion Realm!

The supreme Sword Dao, Peak Thunder Fire, transformed into a formidable power capable of battling those in the Dominance Realm.

Such swordsmans.h.i.+p was not only capable of battling dominion, but also of cutting through the mere remnants of Void-breaking Strength before him.

Had there been a true Void-breaking Realm being before him, Han Muye would certainly have turned and walked away.

But what he faced were merely phantoms of power, vastly different from a real Void-breaking strong being, just remnants of a Void-breaking strength left by an unknown being from some time.

Such strength, Han Muye truly did not fear.

With each sword sweep, figures were shattered.

Three hundred and sixty Void Shattering Pearls floated around him, then fell into his body.

His body’s Void-breaking Strength flashed and was gone.

The Fire Spirit bowed its head in awe behind him.

It was hard to imagine that Han Muye’s body could actually bear the power of breaking illusions!

“Boom——”

As the last black-armored figure before him shattered, the world around Han Muye began to churn.

A golden flaming spear appeared before him.

“This is, this is the Divine Spear Skyfire!”

The Fire Spirit’s eyes widened, it clenched its fists, trembling all over.

“The Divine Spear Skyfire, the supreme treasure that protected the realms of the Divine Court!”

“In the hands of the Divine Lord, this war spear could battle the Dominance Realm undefeated!”

The Fire Spirit whispered in disbelief, staring at the spear.

Is this spear the last legacy of the Divine Court?

Han Muye’s eyes narrowed as he reached out his hand and grasped the long spear.

As Flame Power infused it, an endless sea of flames rose before him!

The long spear revealed a raging torrent of memories.

“Boom——”

In the beginning of heaven and earth, myriad flames converged, forming various creatures.

This was the origin of the Fire Vein Clan within the Great Origin Plane.

Born with the world, indeed the favored children of heaven and earth.

Within the flames, a lump of golden Metal-type essence coalesced into a Long Staff.

The Long Staff was held in the palm of a Fire Spirit.

The staff transformed, solidified, and became a long spear.

This was the Divine Spear Skyfire.

Born simultaneously with the Flame Race, the pure force of the Metal-type Origin within one Plane!

Golden Fire refined a hundred times.

In this spear, lay the fusion of the Golden Lineage’s Origin and the Flame Origin.

The long spear pa.s.sed through the hands of countless powerful beings of the Fire Vein, each one inheriting and pa.s.sing on the comprehension of this Flame Power.

The flames around Han Muye stirred, forming a pair of sky-covering flaming wings behind him.

Outside his body, a layer of golden armor enveloped him.

Above his head, a golden crown emerged.

“The Flame King’s Crown, Origin condensed. Master, you truly are the expected king of all beings with the Flame Bloodline within this Plane…”

The Fire Spirit whispered softly, unable to contain its excitement.

“Great Origin Plane, the king of my Fire Vein Clan has returned.”

As if responding to the Fire Spirit’s words, tens of thousands of miles of land and rivers, the endless flames stirred fiercely!

Han Muye, holding the long spear, slowly opened his eyes, within which circulated nothing but golden light.

“Above life and death, where Heaven’s Secret condenses, if one desires to control this secret, they can grasp this piece of destiny.”

“Such an opportunity is indeed worth the risk…”