Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"Don't--"

Before Meng Ya could finish his voice, Han Muye had already taken a step forward and slashed the young man's head with the long sword in his hand.

The speed of this sword was so fast that the young man could not fight back. His body had been chopped into pieces and turned into a golden stream of light.

Han Muye twisted his long sword and passed through the stream of light.

No power of reality can stop the flow of light.

"That is the law created by the real place. It belongs to dimensional power and cannot be destroyed."

Meng Ya stepped forward, looked in front of him, and whispered: "If you can break the law, then you can step into the upper dimension and enter the real place."

"Good swordsmanship." A voice sounded in front of Han Muye, and the young man he had killed before came back with surprise on his face.

"It's rare for a void creature to have such sword skills."

"If you can work hard with me, I can let you live."

As if to declare his sovereignty, the young man raised his hand, and a golden light rose up, covering the surrounding world for thousands of miles.

Han Muye raised his hand and struck out with his sword, but did not tear open the light curtain.

"Haha, that belongs to the power of real laws. This place of imbalance cannot be broken."

The young man looked at Han Muye and swung the long knife in his hand.

This move is scattered and has no lethality at all.

But Han Muye could only fight with him and could not avoid it.

The light curtain on the sky seems to have changed everything in this world. Everything here is centered on the young man in front of him.

Is this the true law?

Back then, Han Muye had seen Confucian and Taoist practitioners who had followed the rules. The real laws he saw now were countless times more terrifying than the magical powers of Confucianism and Taoism.

Han Muye could only lift his sword in front of the young man to stop him from slashing.

"The strength of this knife seems to be used incorrectly."

"The perception of this sword is a bit special. Is it because the opponent's power control is too exquisite?"

"This sword can block it. It's rare for void creatures to have such abilities."

The young man kept slashing with the blade, and the smile on his face became even bigger.

Han Muye let him take action and blocked it with his sword without any confusion.

This battle lasted for almost a hundred years. The young man fought day by day, and his cultivation and combat power became stronger and stronger, until even Han Muye felt a little tired.

However, through such hard work, Han Muye's understanding of the power of reality has become deeper and deeper, and he has even been able to control and intervene in the power of reality.

"when--"

The swords collided, and the long sword was knocked away by Han Muye's sword.

He stretched out his hand to hold the long knife, and his body was filled with power.

"boom--"

At this moment, his mind seemed to be shattered directly by the power in the sword.

In his mind, endless torrent gathered, and then turned into endless data.

data.

The figure in front of him is just condensed dimensional data, so he is immortal.

Behind this illusory data lies the reality.

In other words, if you want to enter the real place, you have to turn into data?

But this is irreversible, and void creatures cannot be turned into data.

In other words, the void creatures are destined to live in this space forever, and eventually reach the end of the world and then collapse?

"boom--"

The long knife in front of him and the young man's body shattered, and when they came together again, the young man looked at Han Muye but did not make a move.

"We have accepted a hunting mission to hunt down the escaped primitive creatures in the Eternal Sky."

"You know what primitive creatures are, right?"

"Those creatures with real flesh and blood that can be killed."

With a wave of his hand, he tore apart the surrounding sky curtain, and the young man turned around and left.

"You go, don't stay in the unbalanced place anymore."

"Otherwise, you will still be hunted."

"We are immortal, you are not."

…

The primitive creatures should be the creatures like Stratus Creator and others who escaped from the sky.

The young man left, and Meng Ya looked at Han Muye with a complicated expression.

"What he said actually makes sense."

"After surviving in the void for countless years, and after the power becomes unbalanced, it may not be the best choice to step into the eternal heaven and become a living being in it."

alive.

Even if it is an illusory life, it is not still alive.

If you really die, there will be nothing left.

Han Muye looked at Meng Ya with a calm expression on his face.

"Knowing that you are in captivity, can you still enjoy it in peace?"

"I can not do it."

He moved and walked towards the depths of the divine abyss.

In his hand, a golden stream of light rose.

That was a message from the powerful Creator who had arrived at the Gate of Eternity, leaving an anchoring position.

"boom--"

On Han Muye, the real power and the illusory power combined and turned into a pair of golden wings, flying straight forward.

The speed was so fast that Meng Ya behind him was instantly thrown away.

"Humph, leaving me is impossible." Meng Ya's eyes burst out with energy, "You are right. Having seen reality, it is no longer possible to live in illusion."

…

Ten years later, Han Muye finally saw the bright stars shining in front of him.

He had seen this scene from the memory of the fallen Spirit-Gathering God.

The direction of the shining stars is the location of the Gate of Eternity.

It is there that the Prime Creator waits.

"You came."

"Sooner than I thought."

A voice sounded, and then the endless void in front of Han Muye changed, turning into layers of void.

In the next moment, all spaces were superimposed and shattered.

Han Muye's figure appeared outside the Gate of Eternity.

The gate of eternity is made entirely of dazzling light, and each dazzling light is billions of stars.

Han Muye turned his head and looked at the nine ancestral dragons.

The golden dragon body is billions of miles long. It is the strongest dragon beast in the void, the Futian Holy Dragon.

Each of these nine dragon beasts can fight with the Creator.

"Senior Yuansheng."

Han Muye bowed.

A voice came from the huge sarcophagus pulled by Jiulong: "Boy, that's good. You can master some real power."

Han Muye's cultivation and strength have no secrets in front of the Original Creator.

Han Muye looked up and saw a young man wearing a green and black robe with disheveled hair on top of the sarcophagus. His face was pale and his eyes were as deep as stars.

"You know, I've been waiting for countless epochs."

"I imprison myself in this sarcophagus, unable to be recalled to the real place."

"Now, I realize that I can't go back."

Back to the real place!

This original Creator really came from the real place!

Han Muye stared closely at the Origin Creator.

"This place of imbalance was once a place of truth used for testing. Later, it was slowly destroyed. There are not many people who are truly willing to come."

"It was here that I met a woman who made me unwilling to return and desperately wanted to stay here."

"Her name is..."

The Original Creator shook his head, "I don't remember."

"It's just a bunch of invisible data after all."

Looking at Han Muye, the Origin Creator's eyes flashed deeply, like dark flames rising.

"Want to step into the real place and truly live for once?"

"I can help you, but-"

"You might forget everything in the void."

"I don't want to forget, so I stay here."