Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The image of the few great cultivators of the Daoist Sect cupping their hands and sending him off appeared in the Daoist priest’s mind.

Have they already thought of everything? he wondered.

Am I part of this round?

“Boom!”

The green sword pierced through his chest and shattered his body.

Endless spiritual light nourished the world and triggered the spiritual qi tide.

10,000 miles turned into a Divine Sea.

A Divine Transformation Realm cultivator had fallen!

This was a long-lived great cultivator!

In the Heavenly Mystic World, the last Divine Transformation Realm cultivator died 10,000 years ago.

The cultivators in the world were already used to the immortality of cultivators above the Heaven Realm.

At that level of cultivation, who could kill him?

The spiritual sea surged, and the spiritual qi nourished it. The living beings on the left and right of the river bathed in it.

Be it humans, plants, or beasts, with such spiritual energy, it would definitely be convenient for cultivation in the future.

Losing one person would bring benefits to millions.

This was the rule of heaven and earth.

“Yuan Hezi really died…” Tens of thousands of miles away, a thin Daoist in a Daoist robe revealed a complicated expression.

“Divine Lord Xuan Ming, Yuan Hezi died for the rise of our Daoist Faction. He died a worthy death.” On the other side, a cultivator with long and narrow eyebrows in a black martial robe stood up. Sword qi flickered on his body.

“The Heavenly Mystic Dynasty wantonly massacred the great cultivators of Daoism. The experts of the eight counties in Dongnan do not want to be massacred like this. We will intercept the crown prince and gather in the Imperial City.

“As long as we take down the Imperial City before Wen Mosheng and Chen Qingzhi return, we will be the master of the Heavenly Mystic!”

The person who spoke wore a Daoist robe, had white hair and a white beard, and his face was filled with excitement.

The eyes of the Daoists beside him also shone brightly.

“Senior Brother Zhu Wu is right. As long as we take down the Heavenly Mystic and dismantle the Mystic Sun Guards, then we can participate in the Dao competition and seize the position of Dao Ancestor. Or we can reconcile with the Immortal Spirit World and pursue the supreme Great Dao. That will really allow us to advance and retreat freely.”

“That’s right. Our Daoist Faction will be free from today onwards!”

Figures rushed into the clouds and towards the river.

Every one of them was a Daoist powerhouse, the foundation of the Dongnan Daoist Sect.

For countless years, these great cultivators had been buried, afraid that they would be suppressed by the Confucian Dao once they showed themselves.

It was only now that they could hold their heads high.

Divine Lord Xuan Ming frowned with a solemn expression.