Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 2135: 892, Desolate Wilderness, Collapse!_2
 

He would rather become a slave of the Divine Source Heavenly Palace than reshape his body and leave the Primordial Universe.

Having chosen to betray the Primordial Universe, they could not turn back.

At this moment, the Primordial Origin Force was collapsing and uncontrollable, and they could only watch as this divine beast reshaped itself and then left the Primordial Universe.

The first divine beast stepped out of the Primordial Universe, followed by countless others rushing up the heavenly ladder.

One by one, the primordial beasts burst forth, and then golden light descended to reshape their bodies.

“To imbue a body with the power of myriad worlds, how much of heaven and earth does such reshaping consume?” Han Muye whispered as he looked at the power of heaven and earth being summoned.

To reshape a divine beast, at least one star had to collapse.

Those high-tier divine beasts required the collapse of hundreds of stars, and their heavenly origin power to form these divine bodies.

This wasn’t merely revamping the bodies of divine beasts; it clearly aimed to exhaust all the stars of the Primordial Universe.

Once too many stars collapsed, triggering a collapse of a part of the void of heaven and earth, it would lead to the next Quantum Tribulation.

Perhaps, the Divine Source Heavenly Palace had intended to instigate the next Quantum Tribulation all along?

Divine light poured from Han Muye’s eyes, with halos circulating around them, as he slowly raised his three-foot-long sword.

The Divine Source Heavenly Palace had anticipated everything, except that this disruptor would be so powerful.

The Primordial Universe thought the same.

The Divine Source Heavenly Palace knew that the Primordial Universe would inevitably draw a force that would ruin their plans, and the Primordial Universe also knew using him was a double-edged sword.

However, they no longer had the chance to choose again.

The trend of heaven and earth had started, and there was no turning back!

“Boom—”

The three-foot-long sword swung down.

Thousands of Flowing Light slashed down, shattering the golden staircase.

The divine beasts that could not escape in time collided in mid-air, shattered, and then transformed into the Origin returning to the Primordial Universe.

At this moment, Han Muye seemed like a god, devoid of any emotion, merely swinging his sword to smash the staircase and then leaping into the altar in the void.

“Bang—”

The divine patterns on the altar transformed into a net attempting to block Han Muye, but he smashed through it directly.

The altar that could have pulled the divine beasts out and sustained for a Hundred Breaths ended hastily in just twenty.

Only 100,000 divine beasts managed to leave the Primordial Universe.

“Divine Source Heavenly Palace, I, Han Muye, will personally come to find you.”

Watching the altar above the sky slowly disappear and the countless golden lights scatter, Han Muye shouted loudly.

Above the altar, dozens of figures emerged and then dispersed.

Within the Primordial Universe, the divine beasts that were initially fleeing were now chaotically scrambling away.

Han Muye stood still, holding his three-foot-long sword, his expression calm as he looked ahead.

The phoenixes, the black tortoise, and Kunpeng, beyond their bodies, divine light emerged, pulling in a blank Origin Body and refining it into their own, boosting their strength to the Overlord Level.

Gonggong and Zhu Rong also flew and landed beside Han Muye.

“Senior Brother Han.”

Zhu Rong looked at Han Muye, whose presence was so intense and formidable that he could hardly face him directly, his face flashed with excitement.

The stronger Han Muye was, the stronger the Human Tribe of the Vast Wilderness became.

“Han Muye, with the power of heaven and earth uncontrolled, and the Primordial Universe seeming to have lost its balance, what should we do?” Kunpeng, after refining the blank body, flew down, his expression grave as he looked towards Han Muye.

The other Divine Beast Overlords who attained bodies of the Overlord Level were all anxiously looking towards Han Muye.

The loss of balance of the Primordial Power and loss of control of the Origin was a most terrifying matter.

Because such a Primordial Universe was not far from collapse.

The clash and fusion between the Power of the Great Desolate and the Primordial Power weren’t gradual but were triggered by Han Muye’s swordstrike, breaking the calculations of both the Divine Source Heavenly Palace and the Primordial Universe, preventing both from controlling the outcome.

Han Muye looked up at the sky and then his gaze shifted to the bottom of Wooden Pagoda Lake.

Zhu Rong and Gonggong also turned their heads, and then a look of astonishment flashed through their eyes.

“This, how can the water in Wooden Pagoda Lake turn into a golden-red color?”

By this time, the entire Wooden Pagoda Lake had turned a golden red!

The water gently stirred, seeming to be driven by an endless power that caused the lake to surge.

Kunpeng frowned, flew up into the sky, and transformed into a vast Roc with wings covering the heavens, striking down.

“Buzz—”

From within the waters of Wooden Pagoda Lake, strands of golden light emerged, striking Kunpeng’s wings and flipping his body over.

Kunpeng heavily fell back beside Han Muye, his expression grave and tinged with a hint of fear.

Now that he possessed the Origin Force of a lineage, even the will of the Primordial Universe’s earth couldn’t defeat him this easily.

What exactly was in that lake water?

The lake boiled, waves surged, and numerous strands of golden divine light emerged from it.

The originally mingling Origin of the Primordial Universe seemed to start trembling with fear.

The altar!

In the waters of the lake, a barely spacious altar slowly emerged from the surface.

Yet such was this altar that it incited the whole Primordial world to tremble, resembling an ancient fierce beast seeking to devour the heavens and earth.

“Where is this altar from, and why does even a glance cause the soul to shudder?” standing beside Han Muye, Gonggong revealed a look of astonishment, his voice low.

Below, from Wooden Pagoda Lake, the human battle formation stepped out, and now everyone could barely stand.

The scattered divine beasts wanted to flee, but seemed unable to move.

“It is said that in Wooden Pagoda Lake there is a sealed altar, and that once this altar is unsealed, it heralds the destruction of Primordial heritage.”

After Kunpeng, the Azure Dragon who had refined an Origin Body stepped forward slowly, a trace of sorrow on his face.

His words made many divine beasts around him show a thoughtful expression.

In their memories, there were legends regarding this altar.

“Hum—”

In Wooden Pagoda Lake, shadows of the remnant souls of divine beasts began to appear.

Azure Dragon, Baxia, divine bull, Dragon Crocodile, azure dragon…

All these souls were roaring, attempting to shatter the altar.

But now, the Origin Force of the Primordial world had lost control and simply could not augment them.

These souls, without the augmentation of Origin Force, didn’t even have the qualification to approach the altar.

The spiritual light outside the altar directly blocked these remnant souls.

“What are you hesitating for? Once this Great Pantheon Altar is opened, the entire Primordial heritage will perish!”

“Do you really want to watch Primordial heritage be destroyed, forever disappearing in the river of time?”

“Take action, activate all the Origin Forces, and seal this altar!”

In the void, those remnant souls roared, looking towards the divine beasts that hadn’t moved yet.

These divine beasts were the descendants of the remnants, the continuum of their heritage.

“Primordial, must it really be so?” Kunpeng whispered softly.

At this moment, he looked towards the sky above with a complex expression on his face.

Between heaven and earth, countless Origins intermingled.

If it had been before, he would not have hesitated to sacrifice himself for this Primordial world.

But looking now, the Primordial plainly hasn’t treated its creatures with true consideration.

The Primordial has always been using all beings.

To sacrifice oneself to protect such a Primordial, is it worth it?

At this time, all the divine beasts, Overlords, almost had the same thoughts.

They had already paid a lot in order to protect the Primordial.

“Senior Brother Han, you may leave.” Just then, a voice rang out beside Han Muye.

Zhu Rong, dressed in flaming golden armor, looked towards Han Muye, his expression solemn.

“No matter what other races think, our human race was born in Primordial, grown within Primordial.”

“Today, we too shall perish for Primordial.”

Grasping the long spear in his hand, Zhu Rong bowed to Han Muye, then shouted loudly, a phantom of a Bright Mountain golden-armored general condensed behind him.

He soared upwards, rushing towards the Great Pantheon Altar.

Behind him, countless human cultivators followed, forming into a battle formation, rushing towards the altar.

Above the altar, divine light transformed into chains, locking all their forms to pull them in.

In comparison with the altar’s power, regardless of Zhu Rong or those formations, they were too weak, utterly unable to resist.

“Charge—”

Behind, countless human battle formations, one after another, rushed towards the altar.

Endless power of qi and blood surged, converging into numerous golden-armored generals, rushing towards the altar.

This scene moved countless Primordial divine beasts.

These seemingly tiny humans were actually so resolute.

Was it worth it?

Han Muye stood there, his face showing a rare hint of hesitation.

Finally, he slowly extended his hand, lifting the long sword transformed from a True Spirit Bone.

At this moment, his body was dazzling with divine light to the extreme!

“Primordial, today I shall let you return to the Plane!”

The Origin Core of the reformed Plane clashed with the absorbing force of the Great Pantheon Plane, and the two forces contested each other, no longer as disorganized as before.

But everyone could see that the newly supported Primordial Plane could not last long.

The Great Pantheon Plane was too strong, not comparable to the current Primordial.

What Primordial needed now was time.

As long as the Primordial Plane could gather the power of heaven and earth, continuously assimilating various worlds and evolving the universe, it could stabilize the Plane Force.

“Hum—”

Seeming to sense the changes in the Primordial world, the absorbing force of the Great Pantheon Plane grew stronger.