Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

All he felt was a tremble throughout his body, a buzzing in his head.

During the Conquest of Sky Battlefield, Liao Qingfeng was merely a soldier under his Senior Brothers’ command?

His Grand Master, the commander of the Conquest of Sky Battlefield?

What’s happening?

What does it mean?

Not just Wang Yun, everyone on the square in front of the Cloud Heaven Dao Gate had their eyes wide with disbelief as they looked at Liao Qingfeng.

Liao Qingfeng laughed heartily and waved his hand, “I still have matters to attend to, so I won’t linger here. Commander Han and the others will soon return. You all go back to your sect and wait.”

“After this Conquest of Sky Battlefield, your All-Encompassing Sword Sect might dominate for millions of miles.”

“Henceforth, our Five Orthodox Sword Sect will hold your All-Encompassing Sword Sect in the highest regard.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Liao Qingfeng’s figure moved and transformed into a streak of sword light, flying away.

Wang Yun looked at the still three-foot-long sword before him and slowly extended his hand to grasp it.

In the square, everyone else turned their heads to look at Wang Yun.

The All-Encompassing Sword Sect’s Sect Master Han Muye was actually the great commander of this Conquest of Sky battle?

How many powerful cultivators would return to the All-Encompassing Sword Sect then?

“Ha-ha, returning to the sect!”

With a loud laugh, Wang Yun caused the sword light before him to surge, drawing forth a thousand-foot-long Flowing Light that enveloped all the disciples behind him, and then he soared away.

At the gate of Cloud Heaven Dao Gate, other cultivators looked at each other and quickly followed suit.

Only a fool wouldn’t follow to the All-Encompassing Sword Sect.

“Alas, this poor Daoist will make a journey to the All-Encompassing Sword Sect, and if,” Taoist Yun Ming said to the person next to him, speaking softly, “if this poor Daoist cannot return alive, you all should take the disciples far away and ensure the sect’s lineage is preserved—that’s what’s most important.”

Considering how the Cloud Heaven Dao Gate previously offended the All-Encompassing Dao Sect, it appeared that Taoist Yun Ming’s trip to the All-Encompassing Sword Sect was fraught with more risk than fortune.

Yet, how could he not go?

How dared he not go?

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Ten days later.

In front of the gates of the All-Encompassing Sword Sect, tens of thousands of cultivators gathered in wait.

“They’re coming!”

“They’re coming!”

Everyone looked up and exclaimed in a low voice.

In the distance, above the sky, fleets of golden flying vessels stretched across heaven and earth.

Each of these flying vessels was ten thousand feet long, with divine light interweaving atop them.

At least a hundred vessels headed towards this place, with the bright sword light casting the heavens and the earth in a golden red hue.

“It’s truly people from the All-Encompassing Sword Sect!”

“Such sword light—how powerful must they be!”

“A sword that splits the sky—this must be Above the Universe, right?”

Amid countless exclamations, the formation of sword light flying vessels landed before the gate of the All-Encompassing Sword Sect.

“Dong—”

“Dong—”

“Dong—”

Nine bell tolls resonated through the clouds, and the grand array of the All-Encompassing Sword Sect was activated, a sword light soaring to the sky flashing.

“Disciple Wang Yun, leading the disciples of the All-Encompassing Sword Sect, respectfully welcomes the return of our Sect Master and various Senior Brothers—”

Dressed in robes, Wang Yun led two lines of disciples, bowing in greeting before the mountain gate.

A series of figures descended from the flying vessels in front, looking at the gate with complex expressions on their faces.

“All-Encompassing Sword Sect, I have returned.”

The young man who spoke appeared very young, but the blood essence surging around him clearly indicated he had reached an unimaginable level of cultivation.

“Xun Ren Junior Brother, you, you have returned…” A middle-aged man with black whiskers behind Wang Yun, gazing at the young man exclaiming with emotion, widened his eyes.

That young man directed his gaze over and said softly, “Senior Brother, I have returned.”

A series of figures descended from the flying vessel, with Zhang Mingyuan in a green robe in the lead.

At this moment, Zhang Mingyuan stood tall and strong, with a three-foot-long sword floating behind him.

“Senior Brother.” A graying Wang Yun bowed.

The aura emanating from Zhang Mingyuan was such that he could not look directly at him!