Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 2123: 886, Giant_2
 

The Azure Dragon clan, the Cloud Dragon clan, the Fish Dragon clan, the Kunpeng clan, numerous Water Lineage tribes, all once lived in Tamuhu Lake.

Now, there are no divine beasts in Tamuhu Lake.

Thousands of years ago, Tamuhu Lake served as the last bastion of the Ancient Desolate, where countless strong beings gathered for a desperate battle.

The end result was divine beasts falling like rain, the Desolate Wilderness collapsing, turning into the Ancient Desolate Ruins.

Tamuhu Lake thus became a land of divine tragedy within the Ancient Desolate Ruins.

At that moment, beside Tamuhu Lake, stood Han Muye, tall and silent.

Behind him was a series of Human Clan war soldiers.

These soldiers, having taken off their black armor, stepped into Tamuhu Lake and then fished up scores of white jade-like long bones.

These long bones were placed on the shore, constructing a high platform thousands of feet tall.

The white jade long bones shimmered with light, making the surrounding heaven and earth seem to tremble.

“You build the high platform here, and I will enter the lake to have a look,” Han Muye turned his head to instruct, then entered the lake along with the other soldiers.

As he entered the lake water, he felt a trace of difference.

The water of Tamuhu Lake was swirling with countless soul strengths.

These soul strengths of divine beasts, fallen thousands of years ago, had inadvertently formed a strange world within the lake water.

With every step forward, Han Muye saw various soul shapes wandering beneath the countless jade-colored long bones.

These souls had lost their self-awareness and acted solely on instinct.

The arrival of Han Muye caused many drifting souls to turn around.

“Roar——”

A shadowy figure lunged at Han Muye.

It was a gigantic White Tiger thousands of feet tall, its form flashing with faint golden light.

With a pounce of the White Tiger, the water remained undisturbed, reaching directly in front of Han Muye before striking down with a paw.

“Boom——”

The soul surged forth, directly rushing into Han Muye’s divine spot.

The moment this soul entered the divine spot, it froze.

Endless heaven and earth, infinite spiritual light, and the golden radiance of karma.

Three towering three-foot-long swords floated slowly within.

Sword of the soul!

Such swords firmly suppressed the entire divine treasure space, preventing any force from shaking it in the slightest.

“Hum——”

A strand of spiritual light covered down from one of the long swords.

The shadowy figure of the divine beast’s soul instantly shattered.

In Han Muye’s mind, visions flowed and emerged.

They were the memories of a White Tiger divine beast.

It was a divine beast that had fallen thousands of years ago to protect the Desolate Wilderness.

That heaven and earth were filled with the breath of freedom.

A divine beast could live freely there, could happily run along with countless other divine beasts.

…

To protect such a world, what did it matter to fall?

Nearly all the divine beasts thought the same way.

When invaders stepped into the Primordial Universe, when those enemies arrived whose power could tear apart a primordial divine beast in one strike, no one hesitated.

Countless divine beasts charged forward one after another, towards those invaders.

Han Muye also saw what these invaders who breached the Primordial Universe looked like.

They were not the people from the Azure Heaven Plane that he had thought before, or at least not entirely.

The invaders of the Primordial included giants towering ten thousand feets, the Wing People with wings on their backs, and the cultivators from the Azure Heaven Plane.

It was a collective invasion.

Among them, the strongest were the giants thousands of feet tall, whose every movement could tear a divine beast’s body in twain.

Even the Primordial Overlords were only able to engage in full combat against these giants, with little chance of victory.

“Hum——”

Memories dissipated, and a faint soul origin fell in front of Han Muye.

This was a shard of a divine beast’s soul from ancient times, which had long since been broken and lost due to the passage of time.

He grasped the cluster of soul, and Han Muye discovered that there was a trace of soul imprints within it.

Perhaps, was there still a chance for this soul to be reborn?

He lacked neither soul strength nor the willingness to treat these scattered divine beast souls as his sustenance.

There were simply too many remnants of souls under this lake, so many that no one dared to draw them directly.

Whoever dared to harm these souls would be attacked by other remnant souls.

Even a lineage Overlord would have to flee in the face of these souls.

Looking at the soul imprint in his palm, Han Muye pondered for a while, then raised his hand and a war spear appeared.

The God-slaying Spear.

The divine light emanating from the war spear dispersed around it, attracting countless souls towards it.

Han Muye’s palms caressed the shaft of the war spear, as splendid divine light shone from his eyes.

At that moment, the long spear vibrated, its power that imprisoned souls was released, and the power that nurtured souls spread out.

The soul space within the spear became a place for nurturing souls, and the remnant souls of the divine beasts in the lake could come and go freely.

He let go, allowing the war spear to fall into the waters of the lake.

“Hum—”

At that instant, nearly the entire ninety million li of Tamuhu Lake boiled over.

Endless souls transformed into rivers of long dragons, rushing toward the long spear.

It was an instinct.

Although these souls were lost, they instinctively yearned to travel to a place where souls were nurtured.

The souls that rushed into the war spear wandered inside, stirring the intermingling forces within.

The turmoil of soul strength revived memories they had lost, even if the process could be very long.

“Whether it’s refining weapons or alchemy, isn’t cultivation ultimately for the sake of all living beings, or to say, for the sake of preventing the beauty of the world from fading into illusion?”

Han Muye looked at his own hands, a smile appearing on his face.

Once, he simply wanted to climb to the peak of the cultivation world to see the view.

Now, he realized that cultivation could do many more meaningful things.

The scenery of this world could be crafted by his own hands.

This might truly be the essence of cultivation.

Of course, without sufficient strength, these words would still be too remote, and even for him now, he could only claim to have the qualifications to say so.

With comprehension, a faint divine light emerged around him.

The remnant souls around him, which had been somewhat fearful of him, now began to draw close to him.

Several souls circled his body and then pushed him toward the depths of the lake.

This was already a place beyond the reach of ordinary Overlords. What would lie even deeper?

Han Muye continued to advance, seeing bones of even larger and more shattered beasts, many of which were pulverized.

The pressure of this world had reached its extreme; even Lineage Overlords, if not close to the world, couldn’t come here.

Moving forward, a glint of clarity shone from Han Muye’s eyes.

A figure with a body ten thousand zhang tall quietly floated there.

This was the fallen invader of the Desolate Wilderness!

Even from thousands of li away, the pressure of qi and blood emanated from the figure’s body.

No wonder that giant could dominate the Desolate Wilderness; it turned out to cultivate the power of qi and blood.

The Desolate Wilderness, too, was a world based on the power of blood qi as the origin force.

“Hum—”

Han Muye’s arrival seemed to directly trigger the fallen figure’s response; the surrounding world shook, and the power of water veins gathered, forming rings of resistance that pushed outward.

It was an involuntary thrust of force, possible only when Origin Force was at its most abundant.

Han Muye continued to walk without stopping.

“Boom—”

The water rings transformed into long spears, piercing towards Han Muye’s head.

Each was a thousand zhang long, with the power to tear the world apart.

The souls that had pushed Han Muye towards them now fled in panic.

Han Muye stood still, his gaze fixed on the figure ahead.

He understood why Tamuhu Lake had the Heavenly Source Sacred Assembly.

Why Divine Beast Overlords appeared.

Those Divine Beast Overlords had achieved their status by borrowing the power of heaven and earth that emanated from this figure!

“Let’s see where this body came from and what kind of abilities it possesses!”

With a loud shout, Han Muye leapt up, punching towards the spears in front of him.

His fist turned golden, sending out golden light throughout the waters.

The waters within ten thousand li were all illuminated.

The world shook, and the water veins churned.

“Boom—”

His fist collided with the spears, which instantly shattered.

A path was cleared in front of Han Muye, extending forward along his punch.

“Bang—”

His fist struck the figure.

In an instant, the ten thousand zhang figure trembled, its eyes, which had been closed before, now opened.

“The Immortal Sovereign has slumbered for thousands of years, and yet a creature has triggered the restriction, interesting.”

A voice rose in the waters of the lake.

Han Muye’s expression changed, and he stood in place.

The giant who could tear apart Divine Beast Overlords with bare hands was not dead!