Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 2132: 891, Great Desolate Fusion, the future is up to you.

The Primordial Overlord and countless divine beasts fought endlessly over the Origin Body and the Great Pantheon Stone, unable to attend to anything else.

At such a time, millions of cultivators from the Divine Source Heavenly Palace descended upon the Primordial Universe.

The leading cultivator, clad in a green robe, exuded an aura of immortal grace.

Zhuohe Immortal Venerable, a person from Jiuli City.

Behind him, one figure after another descended, surrounded by turbulent spiritual and divine lights.

Among them were not only the mighty ones from the Divine Source Heavenly Palace who practiced the Divine Dao techniques and bore divine patterns but also those from the Canaan Tribespeople with four arms, three eyes, and double wings.

The cultivators from the Canaan Tribe had allied with the Divine Source Heavenly Palace.

Who could have imagined that these two long-time adversaries would join forces?

“The Primordial Universe perished because of the Canaan Tribespeople, and now the Divine Source Heavenly Palace has joined hands with them. Truly ironic,” Han Muye said looking at the countless figures surrounding him, chuckling and shaking his head.

“Han Muye, the Divine Source Heavenly Palace has been after you for a long time. Today, you should surrender.” In the front, a figure clad in golden armor and holding a long spear from the Divine Source Heavenly Palace shouted.

Han Muye didn’t respond to him; his gaze fell on Zhuohe Immortal Venerable in front of him.

Zhuohe Immortal Venerable smiled and nodded, “Mr. Han, we could have been friends, even allies, but it’s a pity you offended the Divine Source Heavenly Palace, and I have to hand you over.”

“Rest assured, everything you’ve established in the Primordial Universe will be inherited by us.”

“These Primordial Overlords, the human faction, they can all leave via the Divine Source Heavenly Palace’s altar if they wish.”

To kill Han Muye and then inherit all the forces Han Muye had established in the Primordial Universe.

This plan was indeed meticulously crafted.

Han Muye’s expression remained unchanged, his eyes revealing a trace of profundity: “I’m curious, you’ve identified who I am and also know that I’m being pursued by the Divine Source Heavenly Palace.”

“When did you receive this information?”

His words caused Zhuohe Immortal Venerable and the few Immortal Venerable realm powerhouses behind him to slight startle, then burst into laughter.

An elder in a white robe, with white beard flowing, looked at Han Muye and said with a smile, “In the Primordial Universe, years aren’t counted. If we calculate by the time in the Divine Realm, the news was sent to the Ancient Desolate Ruins a millennium ago.”

“Han the Sword Immortal might not remember, but when you broke through the Divine Realm’s barriers initially, I did try to thwart you.”

“Han the Sword Immortal, your cultivation abilities are extraordinarily powerful; for someone ordinary like me, an Immortal Lord, you certainly wouldn’t care.”

Having thwarted the war led by Han Muye for the fusion of the celestial world and the Divine Realm.

That is to say, all these events took place more than a thousand years ago.

Since that battle, Han Muye, having greatly offended the Divine Source Heavenly Palace in the Divine Realm, had to leave this universe to cultivate in the Galaxy Universe.

It was in the Galaxy Universe where he improved his combat strength, mastered new weapon refinement methods, and accumulated numerous War Armor Puppets, all becoming his foundation.

Returning to the Primordial Universe, his combat strength and the strength of his subordinates had grown strong enough that even the Divine Source Heavenly Palace dared not contend with him.

However, it seems that the people in the Great Desolate Ruins Realm were unaware of these events.

This was the reason Han Muye had asked earlier.

These people here, both humans and Canaan Tribespeople, didn’t realize that Han Muye had become far more powerful than before, able to sweep through even the Canaan Universe.

They still thought of him as the Han the Sword Immortal being hunted in the past.

The information seems a bit outdated…

“So that’s how it is.” Han Muye nodded, looking around at the hundreds of millions of the human race and Canaan Tribespeople.

These people all bore the mark of the Primordial World, so they were not repelled by the primordial power.

Apart from not being very strong, they had no other flaws.