Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 2245: 1001, the Heavenly Transformation Altar, one year is equivalent to thousands of years

Sister Mu Wan and the old friends from the Nine Mystic Sword-Pavilion in the Desolate Wilderness arrived, which thrilled Han Muye’s heart.

Throughout countless years of cultivation, even though he had seen numerous fellow cultivators fall, he kept moving forward step by step and finally reached the absolute summit of the world.

Once upon a time, he dreamed of climbing to the pinnacle of cultivation to survey the endless landscapes, but only on this day did he truly understand the difficulties of cultivation.

Fortunately, these companions by his side were all still there.

“Junior Sister, from now on, we shall journey together,” Han Muye said softly as he reached out and took Mu Wan’s hand.

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Those words made Mu Wan’s eyes well up with tears.

She had waited countless years for that sentence.

For countless years, she had only looked up to Han Muye, determined never to be a burden to him.

From Nine Mystic to Desolate Wilderness, no one in the world could catch up to Han Muye’s pace.

It was thought that once Han Muye reached the Primordial Peak, he could let go of everything, but to bear the Primordial Plane, one of his incarnations took on the burden of heaven and earth.

Such sacrifice not only moved Mu Wan but also touched the hearts of innumerable Primordial Beings.

Over the years, all beings from the Desolate Wilderness had risen to cultivate, searching everywhere for Origin Force to help reassemble the Force of the Plane, simply because they did not want to see Han Muye shouldering everything alone.

Seeing the army of billions from the Desolate Wilderness arriving, Han Muye’s face broke into a smile as he raised his hand with a gesture.

Countless blood-colored stones fell from the sky.

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All of them were Great Pantheon Stones.

Each stone possessed at least the power of the Life and Death Realm.

“Huang Zhihu, organize the troops for training, and have everyone switch to a new cultivation method,” he ordered.

“The cultivation strength of the higher planes must be mastered as quickly as possible.”

“I give you ten years,” Han Muye said, turning to look at Yu Chen standing behind him as he dropped a blood-colored mass in front of him.

Yu Chen reached out to catch it, momentarily surprised.

Within the blood-colored mass were billions of Great Pantheon Stones.

“Senior Brother Han, this is…” Yu Chen started.

“The Sky-Transforming Great Formation can alter timelines, right?” Han Muye said calmly, “Use these Bloodstones to stimulate the power of the grand array, one year as a thousand years.”

“Ten years’ time will be enough for them to cultivate beyond the Realm of Life and Death.”

Life and death, Heaven’s Secret, karma, reincarnation, and then comes Dominion.

Beyond the Realm of Life and Death, it’s not just about amassing resources.

If one cannot control that bit of Heaven’s Secret, they might never step into the higher levels in this lifetime.

“That’s enough,” Yu Chen said with a smile, holding the Bloodstone in his palm, “Senior Brother Han, rest assured, the Heavenly Transformation Altar can not only gather Origin, altering time and space, but it can also draw upon the power of heaven and earth to catalyze the Origin.”

“As they cultivate within it, their opportunities to perceive Heaven’s Secret and sever the threads of karma will be much greater.”

After saying this, he pressed down on the blood-colored stone.

“Boom—”

A hundred million miles of heaven and earth transformed into existence, with all the cultivators from the Desolate Wilderness landing within it.

The showering Bloodstones danced in the air, transforming into the Essence of Vital Energy and Blood.

Instructor Lin, a tall figure with a three-foot-long sword on his back, approached Han Muye, while on the other side, Xu Zhi, wearing scholarly robes, also walked over with a calm expression.

“Brother Han, have you encountered a catastrophe too difficult to resist?” Lin Shen whispered, looking at Han Muye.

Mu Wan also looked up at Han Muye.

Huang Zhihu, wearing light red armor, had his hand on the hilt of his sword.

Catastrophe.

Han Muye held Mu Wan’s hand and nodded gently.

“It is a catastrophe beyond imagination.”

“If we prevail, all between heaven and earth will be purified.”

“If we fail, it will lead to another Desolate Wilderness collapse, and countless beings will perish.”

God-Ending.

The cataclysm called God-Ending, induced by the Primordial Creator.