Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

But even with the Primordial Puppet Fighters in front, they couldn’t resist; their own bodies lifted halfway into the air before vanishing, leaving only their souls to be sucked into the cauldron.

Lu Zixu looked grim, raising a bronze-gray broken spear in front of him.

Threads of golden light wrapped around the spear, forming a golden shield that protected his body.

This had to be a Universe-level powerful treasure, otherwise it would not have been able to shield him.

“Brother Han, you—” Lu Zixu turned to look at Han Muye, but he was stunned.

Whether it was Han Muye or those who came with him—Chaos, Five Elements Divine Furnace, including the three, Great Venerable Mo Yuan—they all stood unaffected.

This scene even caused the four battle puppets in front to be momentarily stunned.

They were very clear about the power of the cauldron.

How could anyone resist?

“Puppet Fighter physique,” the Puppet Fighter holding the bow and arrow looked at the chaos and the Five Elements Divine Furnace as he spoke softly.

Gleams of sharpness flashed in his eyes, “Apart from our Ziyang City, who else in the world has such methods?”

The Puppet Fighter beside him, who was holding a long saber, also turned his head to look at Great Venerable Muyue and the other two, a trace of surprise on his face.

“A Puppet Fighter… No, that doesn’t seem right.” He looked up at Zheng Yaoyang in front of the altar.

“The battle puppet of Great Venerable Muyue was once refined by my own hands, but this current state has indeed piqued the Zheng family’s curiosity,” Zheng Yaoyang said as he looked at Great Venerable Muyue, then glanced at the battle puppet and the Remnant Soul Battle Puppet, a look of intrigue crossing his face.

He turned his head to look at Han Muye and nodded, “No wonder you have such arrogance.”

“You indeed have the capital to be arrogant.”

Looking up at the cauldron ahead, he said with an indifferent expression, “If you are interested in the Purple Sun Cauldron or Ziyang City, then come forward.”

“Otherwise, you are free to leave.”

Leave?

His control over the soul was indeed strong.

But Han Muye was only unsure of unraveling Zheng Yaoyang’s soul manipulation; it didn’t mean that he considered himself inferior in the art of refining weapons or on the path of cultivation.

Having dominated the world, Han Muye no longer saw anyone as untouchable.

He shook his head and took a step forward.

That step made Lu Zixu’s eyes widen in surprise.

The few around Han Muye were either old, strong Venerables or Puppet Fighters.

But Han Muye was clearly physical!

This scene, even the four golden armored battle puppets and the Frost Elder by Zheng Yaoyang’s side, as well as the Silver War Puppet showed surprise on their faces.

So far, the only person who had physically approached the Purple Sun Cauldron was Zheng Yaoyang himself.

Han Muye was the second.

As Han Muye stood outside the altar, in front of the Golden Cauldron, a bloody hue enveloped him.

Exactly as anticipated.

The formidable physical strength locked his soul from leaving his body.

The cauldron did have an attraction to the soul, but it failed to make his body crumble.

Probably nothing in the world could cause his body to disintegrate, right?

After all, he possessed a Primordial overlord-level physique.

Turning his head, he looked at Zheng Yaoyang.

Sizing him up, this man’s physique…

Looking down at Great Venerable Muyue, Han Muye understood.

The battle puppet of Great Venerable Muyue was indeed refined by Zheng Yaoyang.

Zheng Yaoyang, of course, would have first applied the methods of biomimetic battle puppets, ultimately carrying his cultivation abilities and soul to become an undying existence, on himself.

Therefore, Zheng Yaoyang’s physique was a biomimetic battle puppet he refined, which had reached the Universe level.

This also explained why Han Muye felt pressure in Zheng Yaoyang’s presence.

“It’s rare indeed.”

Zheng Yaoyang looked at Han Muye, then his gaze fell on the cauldron ahead.

“To obtain the Purple Sun Cauldron, one must gain its recognition.”

“The master merged his soul into it and fell into a slumber; either one gets the master’s approval in the art of refining weapons, or one stimulates the Purple Sun Cauldron with physical and soul strength.”

Zheng Yaoyang’s eyes glistened as his blood qi and strength of the soul surged.

With a wave of his hand, golden orbs appeared in front of him.

Soul Pearls!

This was the great achievement of his weapon refinement methods, paving the way for his own path of cultivation.