Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 2303: 1059, I don’t want to forget, so I stay here (Happy New Year)

“Don’t—”

Mengyan’s voice had not yet faded when Han Muye had already stepped forward, his three-foot-long sword slashing directly down toward the young man.

The speed of this sword was so fast that the young man couldn’t retaliate or defend himself, with his body already cleaved apart, turning into a golden stream of Flowing Light.

Han Muye twisted his three-foot-long sword, piercing through the Flowing Light.

Even the force of truth couldn’t block the passage of this light.

“That is a law created by the Land of Truth, belonging to dimensional power, indestructible.”

Mengyan stepped forward, looking ahead and said in a low voice, “If you can destroy the law, then you can step into the next dimension, entering the Land of Truth.”

“Good sword techniques.” A voice emerged in front of Han Muye, the young man he had slain reappeared, his face full of surprise.

“A rare void creature with such sword techniques.”

“If you could practice well with me, I could let you live.”

Seemingly declaring sovereignty, the young man raised his hand, and a golden light rose, covering ten thousand miles of heaven and earth.

Han Muye raised his sword, but couldn’t tear through the ten thousand miles of light.

“Haha, that belongs to the power of true laws; it’s impossible to break in this Land of Imbalance.”

The young man looked at Han Muye, swinging his long saber directly.

The technique was chaotic, without much killing potential.

Yet Han Muye could only counter him, unable to dodge.

It seemed that the light curtain above the sky had changed everything in this ten thousand miles of heaven and earth, centering all events around this young man.

Is this the real law?

Once Han Muye had met a Confucian cultivator, whose words followed the method, but this true law he now faced was many times more terrifying than the Confucian Dao divine power.

Han Muye could only raise his sword in front of this youth to block his slashing blows.

“This cut seems to be using force incorrectly.”

“This cut has a special comprehension, is it because the opponent’s control over power is too exquisite?”

“This sword block is good though; it’s rare for a void creature to have such capability.”

The young man continuously slashed with his blade, the smile on his face growing.

Han Muye let him strike, wielding his sword to block, utterly composed.

This battle nearly spanned a hundred years, with the young man coming to fight day after day. His cultivation and combat strength grew overwhelmingly powerful, until even Han Muye felt it a bit strenuous.

Yet through such tempering, Han Muye’s comprehension of the true force grew deeper. Eventually, he could control and intervene with the true force.

“Clang—”

Their swords collided, and with one strike, Han Muye sent the long saber flying.

He reached out to grab the long saber, power surging through his body.

“Boom—”

In that instant, it seemed as if his spirit was shattered by the power within the saber.

In his mind, a vast torrent converged, then transformed into endless data.

Data.

The figure before him was merely a condensation of dimensional data, hence immortal.

Behind this illusionary data was the reality.

That is to say, to enter the Land of Truth, must one become data?

But this is irreversible, void creatures could never transform into data.

Does that mean, void creatures are doomed to always exist in this space, ultimately reaching God’s Final Realm, then collapsing?

“Boom—”

The long saber and the young man’s body shattered before him, recondensing; the young man didn’t make a move as he looked at Han Muye.

“We’ve taken on a hunting task, to capture escaped primordial beings within the Eternal Heaven.”

“You know what primordial beings are, right?”

“Those with real flesh and blood, those that can be killed.”

With a wave of his hand tearing open the sky above, the young man turned and walked away.

“Go ahead, don’t stay in the Land of Imbalance any longer.”

“Otherwise, you’ll still be hunted.”

“We’re immortal; you’re not.”

…

Primordial beings must be creatures like those from the Layered Cloud Creator who have escaped from the heavenly realms.

The youth departed, and Mengyan looked at Han Muye with a complex expression.

“He actually makes sense.”

“Living in the void for countless years, stepping into the Eternal Heaven Region after the power imbalance, and becoming one of its beings might not be the worst option.”

Living.

Even if it is an illusory life, is it not still living?

If you really die, then there’s nothing left.

Han Muye looked at Mengyan, his expression calm.

“Knowing you’re being kept, can you still enjoy it peacefully?”

“I can’t.”

He moved his body and walked towards the deeper parts of the Divine Abyss.

In his hand, a golden light rose.

That was a message from a creator at the Eternal Gate, leaving an anchor position.

“Boom—”

On Han Muye’s body, the power of truth and the illusory power merged, forming a pair of golden wings that shot forward.

His speed was so fast that Mengyan was left behind in an instant.

“Hmph, leave me behind? Impossible.” Mengyan’s eyes sparkled, “You’re right, after seeing the truth, living in illusion is no longer possible.”

…

Ten years later, Han Muye finally saw the brilliant starlight ahead.

He had seen this scene in the memories of the fallen Gathering Spirit Godly Lord.

The direction of those shining stars was the location of the Eternal Gate.

The Primordial Creator was waiting there.

“You’ve arrived.”

“Faster than I imagined.”

A voice sounded, and then the Endless Void in front of Han Muye transformed, forming layers upon layers of voids.

In the next instant, all the spaces overlaid and shattered.

Han Muye’s figure appeared outside the Eternal Gate.

The Eternal Gate, composed entirely of dazzling lights, each light representing billions of stars.

Han Muye turned his head, looking at the Nine Ancestral Heavenly Dragons.

Their golden bodies, billions of miles long, were dragon beasts among the strongest in the void, Sky-subduing Holy Dragons.

These nine dragon beasts, each could battle a creator.

“Primordial senior.”

Han Muye bowed.

From within the giant Stone Coffin pulled by the Nine Dragons, a voice emerged, “Kid, not bad, you’ve grasped a portion of the power of truth.”

In the presence of the Primordial Creator, there were no secrets to Han Muye’s cultivation abilities and power.

Han Muye raised his head, looking at the person above the Stone Coffin—a youth wearing a black and green robe, his hair flowing, his face pale but his eyes as deep as stars.

“Do you know, I’ve waited countless eras.”

“I confined myself in this Stone Coffin, not to be called back to the Land of Truth.”

“Now, I’ve realized, I can’t go back.”

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This Primordial Creator, he really came from the Land of Truth!

Han Muye stared closely at the Primordial Creator.

“This Land of Imbalance was once used by the Land of Truth for trials, but over time it was gradually discarded, and not many truly come here now.”

“I met a woman here once, who made me reluctant to return, who desperately wanted to stay.”

“Her name was…”

The Primordial Creator shook his head, “I don’t remember.”

“It’s just a cluster of formless data after all.”

Looking at Han Muye, the Primordial Creator’s eyes shimmered deeply, as if dark flames were rising.

“Do you want to step into the Land of Truth, to truly live once?”

“I can help you, but—”

“You might forget everything in the void.”

“I don’t wish to forget, so I stay here.”