Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Even the powerful beings from ancient times did not know that the Temples of Ten Thousand Gods under their control were being quietly monitored by others.

Just as in those days.

From now on, what they see, wish to see, their trades, potential trades, and past trades, are all under the control of others.

Only Qu Zhengjia, who controlled the core of Heavenly Secret City, could quietly control all the hubs of these Temples of Ten Thousand Gods.

“I want to connect to the Temple of Ten Thousand Gods of the Primordial Universe.”

“Over there, that must be the Heaven Changing Pavilion, right?”

“Our Heaven Continent, Immortal Burial City.”

Gazing at the countless spheres of light before him, Han Muye spoke softly.

As his voice faded, a sphere of light lit up in the distance.

Inside the sphere of light, a cacophony of voices emerged.

Familiar.

When these noisy voices sounded, Han Muye felt a tremble throughout his body.

A moment later, a figure appeared amidst the noise.

A green robe, a veiled hat, and three long beards.

Xu Zhi.

This great cultivator of Confucianism was the most intelligent and decisive person under Han Muye’s command.

When Han Muye left, the Immortal Burial City came under his control.

“Mr. Xu Zhi, it’s been a long time…”

Seeing Xu Zhi before him, Han Muye sighed with emotion.

“Minister Han,” Xu Zhi whispered.

Only old friends from the Profound Heaven World would call Han Muye Minister Han.

Prime Minister of the Heavenly Mystic Kingdom.

Han Muye’s figure appeared before Xu Zhi.

Xu Zhi’s face showed surprise, and he bowed deeply to Han Muye.

“Minister Han has striven for the great cause of the celestial world, breaking the barriers of the Divine Realm, yet he could only go into exile in a distant outer realm. The current Heavenly Cycle World owes Minister Han an explanation.”

Han Muye used a heaven-measuring ruler in Our Heaven Continent to break the barriers between heaven and earth, fusing the celestial world with the Divine Realm.

This naturally enraged the Divine Source Heavenly Palace.

The major sects of the Heavenly Cycle Divine World joined forces to suppress Our Heaven Continent.

If Han Muye had not fled to the outer realm, he might have been imprisoned in the Palace like the Heaven Ascension Immortal Sovereign.

Han Muye took away 300 billion divine crystals when he left.

This immense fortune, which nearly emptied the Palace, made others wary and covetous.

“How is the current state of the Heavenly Cycle World? And what about Our Heaven Continent?” Han Muye looked at Xu Zhi before him and asked in a low voice.

Xu Zhi nodded. “Although the Heavenly Cycle World is in turmoil, it has yet to shake the foundations of the Heavenly Palace.”

“Our Heaven Continent is currently being suppressed, and the Heaven Trampling Demon God has already moved toward the Desolate Heaven Territory.”

“However, according to the messages that have been sent back, they’re having an extremely hard time in the Desolate Heaven Territory.”

“Huang Zhihu is preparing to gather a sword array and head to the Desolate Heaven Territory again.”

The Desolate Heaven Territory is the place that connects to the Myriad Domains Altar, a land of elites that connects the elite of various universe worlds through the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield.

In such a land of elites, the powerhouses are not much weaker than the veteran powerhouses in the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield.

Entering the Desolate Heaven Territory, Huang Six could no longer maintain the arrogance she had when sweeping through all opposition.

“Good, it’s better for Huang Zhihu and the others to go,” Han Muye’s eyes shone with a trace of light as he spoke softly.

The Desolate Heaven Territory is a place he can enter directly through the Myriad Domains Altar.

This means when he returns to the Primordial Universe, he will go directly to the Desolate Heaven Territory, where he will confront those powerhouses who have evaded the Quantum Tribulation of the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield.

“Buzz”

The halo in front of him shimmered as another figure appeared.

Clad in a light red martial arts robe, with a golden coronet, and carrying a three-foot-long sword, Huang Zhihu exuded the sharpness of sword cultivators.

“Adoptive father.”

Huang Zhihu’s face flashed with excitement upon seeing Han Muye.

“You’re going to the Desolate Heaven Territory, aren’t you?” Han Muye nodded. “Has someone been bullying Huang Six?”

Huang Zhihu’s sword light receded as she nodded vigorously.

“You go ahead,” Han Muye raised his hand, and a dazzling golden light flew out.