Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 2233: 989. The Sword God, is it real?
 

A punch was thrown, and the world trembled.

To Han Muye, that punch from the green-robed Daoist was one that could overturn heaven and earth.

The force of this punch drew from the origin power of a radius of millions of miles, gathering the strength of endless stars and myriad mountains into a single blow.

Most crucially, this punch had been accumulated with the power of thirty million years!

It was a punch that transcended time and space, stretching across the vast distances of heaven and earth.

This punch was the one that the Heaven Suppressing Observatory had gathered to suppress the Crimson Heaven Devil Lord, awaiting its reincarnation and return.

And this punch was meant for the Crimson Heaven Devil Lord.

Regrettably, the one who arrived was not the Crimson Heaven Devil Lord, but Han Muye.

Even if the real Crimson Heaven Devil Lord had come, he likely could not have withstood this punch.

Yet, this punch was aimed at Han Muye.

As the punch approached, Han Muye casually raised his hand.

In front of him, all origin forces froze in his palm.

What did it matter if it was the origin of thirty million years?

What did it matter if it was the power of millions of miles of heaven and earth?

If it was the Crimson Heaven Devil Lord, born of this plane, and had grown by borrowing the plane’s power, naturally he would be suppressed.

But Han Muye was not nurtured within this plane, nor did he need to borrow this plane’s power; the origin forces were utterly powerless before him.

The punch from the green-bearded Daoist was stopped by Han Muye right in its track.

Between heaven and earth, the raging origin roared thunderously, the wind and clouds changing over millions of miles.

Han Muye grasped with his palm.

The body of the green-bearded Daoist shuddered, his face showing a hint of regret.

“Originally from the Crimson Heaven Demon Sect, ultimately it must be returned there…”

He whispered, his body slowly becoming ethereal.

A cauldron about three feet in diameter appeared in its place.

This green-bearded Daoist was inherently a manifestation of the cauldron.

The Heaven Suppressing Cauldron.

Han Muye raised his hand and pressed it upon the cauldron.

Inside the cauldron, endless memories surged into his mind.

Born with the world, sharing the same origin as heaven and earth, this Heaven Suppressing Cauldron was inherently a co-born supreme treasure of the Mengjia Plane.

Later, this treasure fell into the hands of a black-armored warrior, who used it to contain demonic flames.

Not just to contain.

The warrior filled the cauldron with various divine fires, then fused them using demonic light.

After billions of years, the cauldron turned demonic, and the divine fires within transformed into devil fires.

This process was akin to the dark fires in the Great Origin Plane gathering and mutating.

Only, dark fire was a split from flame origin, whereas demonic flames were a fusion of flames.

If it had continued indefinitely, the power of the Heaven Suppressing Cauldron would have completely demonicized the power of heaven and earth, and ultimately, it could have turned this entire plane into demonic soil.

At that time, the Heaven Suppressing Cauldron would become the fundamental treasure of this plane, its power surpassing even the plane’s original source.

Shatter illusions.

That would make it a treasure beyond the break of void.

The Crimson Heaven Devil Lord intended to use the power of the Heaven Suppressing Cauldron to ultimately break the shackles of heaven and earth and metamorphose into the origin divinity of this plane.

Regrettably, the Crimson Heaven Devil Lord’s cauldron had not been completely refined; the demonic flames within had not fully transformed into origin fire before a demon-slaying war erupted.

As a result, the true body of the Crimson Heaven Devil Lord, who was at the Dominion Realm, was shattered, his soul dispersed into heaven and earth.

The demonic flames he refined were also dispersed among various factions.

The Heaven Suppressing Cauldron, because it betrayed the Crimson Heaven Devil Lord at the last moment of the demon-slaying war, was granted autonomy and stationed here to suppress the scattered soul of the Devil Lord.

In fact, no one dared to take the cauldron away.

First, no one had the power to refine it, and second, the cauldron had even betrayed the Devil Lord, so who could assert perpetual control over it?

The Heaven Suppressing Cauldron thus guarded this place for thirty million years.

Han Muye pressed down with his palm, holding the cauldron within his grasp.

His gaze sweeping across, his figure shifted, and a plume of demonic flame appeared before him.

The demonic flame dropped into the cauldron, turning it instantly crimson red.

The red cauldron, carrying Han Muye, moves freely away.

In fact, the Heaven Suppressing Cauldron had not truly betrayed the Crimson Heaven Devil Lord, but rather, in the final moment, it had preserved the core of his divine soul, giving the Devil Lord a chance for reincarnation and rebirth.

In those days, the Heaven Suppressing Cauldron, along with the Crimson Heaven Devil Lord, had the opportunity to become a divine treasure of the Divine Realm.

In fact, for all sorts of treasures, beyond a certain level, it no longer mattered whether they were sentient beings or not.

Treasures becoming top-tier mighty beings were not unheard of in this world.

Guided by the demonic flame, Han Muye moved freely three million miles away, stopping in front of a modest village.

In the threshing ground outside the village, over a dozen children were gathered, playing together.

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“Giddy up—”

A tall, strong youth straddled the back of a skinny boy, treating him as a steed for riding.

The other children cheered from the side, shouting slogans to engage in mock battles with the opponents.

Han Muye’s gaze fell on the child who was struggling to crawl on the ground.

“Mo Chi, if you continue to be this slow, you won’t even qualify to be my horse in the future!”

The youth astride the horse stretched out his hand and heavily smacked the crawling child’s head.

The crawling child staggered forward as he moved.

“Red Sky.”

Han Muye’s voice rang out.

All the children looked up and showed a moment of surprise upon seeing Han Muye, who had arrived unnoticed.

Seeing the red demonic flames before Han Muye, everyone took fearful steps backward.

“Who are you?”

“Our Mo Family Village does not welcome outsiders.”

The children stood up and scattered in all directions.

The child who had been lying on the ground stood up and looked toward Han Muye, his gaze falling on the demonic flames, revealing a puzzled expression.

“This has always been yours,” Han Muye spoke indifferently, “you may take it back.”

The child hesitated, then reached out his hand.

The demonic flame settled in his palm, like a docile snowflake.

“Can this thing help me fight?”

“With it, will my brothers play with me?”

The child named Mo Chi whispered, a smile appearing on his face.

“They bully you, do you not hate them?” Han Muye looked toward the other watching children and spoke softly.

Mo Chi shook his head.

“They play with me.”

“Without them, I could only play alone.”

Han Muye saw the villagers approaching from afar and returned his gaze to Mo Chi.

If not for the guidance of the demonic flames, he would not have found the reincarnated body of the Crimson Heaven Devil Lord.

The divine soul was too weak, unable to awaken memories of past lives.

This was a sign of the soul’s memory fading after endless reincarnations, on the brink of degenerating into an ordinary mortal.

Luckily, Han Muye had brought the demonic flames and also the Heaven Suppressing Cauldron which held the core of the Crimson Heaven Devil Lord’s divine soul.

“Who are you?”

“Our Mo Family Village does not welcome strangers.”

“Do not harm Mo Chi; Mo Chi, come back.”

A few villagers shouted, but seeing the flowing light around Han Muye and the flame in Mo Chi’s hand, they dared not approach.

Han Muye looked up.

Above the sky, streaks of golden flowing light traversed back and forth.

It was the arrival of countless Demon-Slaying Armies.

Mo Chi also looked up toward the sky, a trace of bewilderment on his face.

“The Crimson Heaven Demon Sect is being annihilated. Will you not return?” Han Muye’s voice rose again.

“The Crimson Heaven Demon Sect…” Mo Chi whispered softly, even more puzzled, “This name sounds so familiar…”

Han Muye raised his hand, and the Heaven Suppressing Cauldron flew out of his palm.

The Heaven Suppressing Cauldron struck Mo Chi, vanishing into nothingness upon impact.

A mass of golden flames enveloped Mo Chi’s body.

“What are you doing?”

“Sir, the child is innocent. Stop, please!”

Seeing that Mo Chi was wrapped in flames, the villagers behind shouted.

“Evildoer, give Mo Chi back to us!” the youth who had been riding Mo Chi charged toward Han Muye.

“Buzz—”

A resonant sound, and the figure of Mo Chi wrapped in flames reappeared.

His body did not change, but a golden flame pattern emerged on his brow.

“Red Sky greets Master,” Mo Chi bowed deeply to Han Muye, then knelt on the ground.

“Without Master’s awakening, Red Sky would never have awakened.”

“Master capable of seizing the Heaven Suppressing Cauldron must be above the Void Break, qualified to be the master of Red Sky.”

Han Muye nodded slightly and said, “Red Sky, I want you to capture the Mengjia Plane. Can you do it?”

To capture the Mengjia Plane!

Red Sky looked up, his face showing shock.

“Master, you, are you of the God Realm?”

“Without the power of the Divine Realm to suppress, it’s impossible to contain the origin of the Mengjia Plane—”

Before he could finish his sentence, a sword light shone brightly before Han Muye.

A sword thrust out, and heaven and earth turned to void.

In an instant, heaven and earth were nullified.

The origin power seemed like thin paper before this sword, unable to withstand it at all.

“The most cutting edge in the world!”

Red Sky widened his eyes, shock filling his eyes.

“How could there be such a realm as Sword Dao Becoming a God in the world?”

“Such slaughter, who could resist…”

“Sword God, is it truly real?”