Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

At the foot of the Nine Mystic Mountain, cultivators bowed.

These were the cultivators of the Western Frontier who had long known about this matter and rushed over to watch the ceremony. They were here to witness the most glorious moment of the Western Frontier.

There were still more cultivators from the Western Frontier who had yet to arrive, but at this moment, the divine will between heaven and earth intersected. The news of the new Emperor Heavenly Mystic coming to the Nine Mystic Mountain to pay his respects spread throughout the Western Frontier, and even more cultivators came to the Nine Mystic Mountain.

The new emperor invited the Western Frontier Sword Dao immortal to enter the Central Continent’s Imperial City to succeed the chancellor.

Marquis and minister.

In the cultivation of Confucianism, such a moment should be the peak of mortal cultivation.

It was not until this moment that the people in the cultivation world of the Western Frontier knew that Han Muye had long traveled to the Central Continent, as well as the White Deer Mountain, where the scholar carried a sword and stood up for the world.

This Immortal who suppressed the Western Frontier with his sword dao was actually a great Confucian cultivator who founded a sect!

There was really such a genius in the world!

At this moment, everyone raised their heads and looked at the Nine Mystic Mountain.

Would a big shot who controlled the Heavenly Mystic World appear in the Western Frontier today?

“Elder Tao, do you think he will agree?” In the hall at the top of the Nine Mystic Mountain, Tuoba Cheng’s eyes flickered as he spoke in a low voice.

Beside him stood Tao Ran with a grave expression.

Tao Ran didn’t speak, but a complicated expression appeared in his eyes.

To him and the Nine Mystic Mountain Sword Sect, it was an honor and absolute reliance for Han Muye to become a figure who controlled the Heavenly Mystic Realm.

The Nine Mystic Mountain would definitely quickly become the pillar of the Profound Heaven Sword Dao.

Even if the Nine Mystic Mountain was already the holy land of the Sword Dao in the Heavenly Mystic World.

However, Tao Ran, who had always had a deep relationship with Han Muye, did not want Han Muye to control the Heavenly Mystic Realm at this moment.

The Heavenly Mystic World was a place where the Dao competed. To control the Heavenly Mystic World, one had to face the Dao competition head-on.

The cruelty of the Dao competition was unimaginable.

During the Dao competition, the person in charge of Heavenly Mystic would become the first target to be eliminated in the Immortal Spirit World.

Tao Ran had watched Han Muye grow up. He really did not want Han Muye to go to the Central Continent.

“Hehe, do you think Han Muye will still stay in the Western Frontier?” Tuoba Cheng suddenly chuckled and looked at the Sword Pavilion below.

Ancestor Tao Ran was stunned for a moment before he sighed and nodded.

The Western Frontier could no longer accommodate Han Muye.

Han Muye’s heart had long since stopped tolerating the Western Frontier.

Some people would definitely go far.

Moreover, Han Muye was a sword cultivator!

He was not Wen Mosheng.

Revealing one’s sword when facing enemies was the style of a sword cultivator.

Han Muye would never give up on the opportunity to control the Heavenly Mystic Realm.

“Cultivators might not care about the power in the world, but at this moment, controlling the Heavenly Mystic World, turning the tide, and having the momentum of the hundred-year Dao Competition in hand, how happy is that?” In the air outside the Nine Mystic Mountain, a green-robed old man whispered.

The surrounding cultivators nodded when they heard this.

Cultivation was also a form of mental cultivation.

A great cultivator in charge of the Heavenly Mystic World must have a different path from ordinary people.

In front of the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye slowly walked out.

Han Muye stood in front of the Sword Pavilion and looked up. Sword intent and spiritual energy surged from his body.

In the sky, the rolling clouds instantly turned into a dragon and an ocean, rolling like the tide.

A 100,000-foot Primordial Spirit phantom appeared above the dragon’s head. It was wearing a long robe and had a solemn expression.

A Divine Transformation Realm cultivator!

Han Muye, the Immortal of the Western Frontier, had already stepped into the Semi-God Realm and became the person with the highest cultivation in the Western Frontier in 10,000 years.

This person was already the uncrowned king of the Western Frontier. Next, he would become the most powerful person in the Heavenly Mystic world!

“Dong—”

“Dong—”

“Dong—”

…

The bell on the Nine Mystic Mountain rang non-stop like never before.

The Nine Mystic Mountain, the Sword Sect, had endless glory today.

In front of the Sword Pavilion, Liu Hong, who was standing behind Han Muye, whispered, “Senior Brother, will you come back?”

His expression was complicated. There was joy and reluctance.

Will you come back?

Han Muye pondered for a moment, smiled, and strode into the sky.

“I’ll come back naturally when the world is fixed.”

...

This was to determine the world. The world was uncertain, so how could it turn around?

This was a sword cultivator.

Han Muye ascended to the sky step by step. The surrounding clouds surged and supported his body to the nine heavens.

Within 10,000 miles, the power of heaven and earth gathered and turned into a ladder.

The spiritual qi in the entire Western Frontier began to boil.

This world was connected to Han Muye!

Han Muye, who had long obtained the affinity of the Western Frontier, could now feel the blessings of the world.

At this stage of cultivation, every word and action could allow one to comprehend the world. It was truly carefree!

Han Muye looked up and saw the flying ship and carriage waiting in formation.

Everyone bowed their heads and waited solemnly.

Han Muye stepped on the clouds and walked forward step by step.

...

In front of Yunduan, who was wearing a royal robe and an emperor’s crown, Han Muye raised his hand and took the letter.

Yunduan bowed and said softly, “From now on, the Heavenly Mystic is in Minister Han’s hands.”

Han Muye, Minister Han.

In the void, the moment Han Muye took the book, the world shook, and spiritual qi turned into moon-white flames that gently descended.

On the ground, spiritual qi materialized into golden lotuses that surged everywhere in the Western Frontier.

This was the cheer of heaven and earth.

“Greetings, Prime Minister Han…”

Within a radius of 10,000 miles, everyone bowed to Han Muye.

The Heavenly Mystic was suppressed by Confucianism and wielded authority.

From now on, this person in front of him was the one in charge of cultivation in the Heavenly Mystic Empire.

Han Muye stood where he was, his eyes flickering with spiritual light.

He slowly raised his hand, and lightning flashed between heaven and earth.

The lightning intertwined into a long dragon and landed at Han Muye’s feet. Then, it carried him along the winding mountain range and collided in the direction of the Central Continent.

“Boom!”

The Heavenly Barrier that separated the Western Frontier from the Central Continent shattered.