Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1889: 778, breaking through the void with a single sword strike, Ziyang City_2

Translator: 549690339

“I am late…”

A whisper in the air, as the bloodline power upon the Vast Heaven Golden Crow erupted continuously.

The ninety-nine Golden Crows in front all opened their eyes, slowly flapping their wings.

Thin strands of golden blood light gathered from each Golden Crow, then in front of the Vast Heaven Golden Crow, they condensed into a stairway of golden stone.

The Vast Heaven Golden Crow gazed at the stone stairway before him, silent for a moment, then slowly turned his head.

“You go ahead.”

“I will not enter.”

“For me, the inheritance of these ancestors is already enough.”

The inheritance of ninety-nine ancient Golden Crows.

This was indeed a rare opportunity in the world.

This opportunity was available only to those with the Golden Crow clan bloodline.

Han Muye nodded slightly, sheathed the True Spirit Sword, and with a single step, he landed on the stone steps and rushed into Ziyang City ahead.

The others exchanged glances, bowed to the Vast Heaven Golden Crow, and then stepped onto the stone stairs as well.

All those who stepped onto the stone steps vanished from sight.

The Vast Heaven Golden Crow stood in his original spot, his expression indifferent.

After a moment, he raised his head, looking into the void ahead.

“Are you not going in?”

“If you truly are not entering, I will remove the stairway.”

With these words, he raised his hand and spoke softly.

As his voice fell, several figures appeared in the void ahead.

Among them were the elder who had appeared in the light screen earlier, as well as several figures shrouded in an ethereal glow, their bodies indiscernible.

Several among them took a slight step back upon seeing the elder.

“Since the young friend is generous, the old man will also be magnanimous.” The elder looked at the Vast Heaven Golden Crow in front of him, his expression calm, and waved his hand, “All of you may enter Ziyang City, but whether you find opportunity or danger inside depends on yourselves.”

Having said this, he looked towards the Vast Heaven Golden Crow, smiled lightly with a nod, then his form flickered and vanished.

The others quickly followed, stepping onto the stone stairs.

The Vast Heaven Golden Crow watched everyone leave, the golden divine flame dancing in his eyes, but eventually, all settled down to calm.

His form, too, along with the stairs and the figures of the surrounding Golden Crows, disappeared from that place.

Ziyang City.

Han Muye landed in a dark and quiet city, where not a single trace of light was visible.

This darkness contrasted with the ninety-nine Golden Crows outside, pulling along the purple Flowing Light that sparkled.

“Shining outside, dark within,” Han Muye whispered while stepping on the loose soil beneath his feet.

Ziyang City felt consumed by a burnt-out desolation.

“Boom”

Ahead, the sounds of rumbling explosions reached him.

It seemed the cultivators on those five flying vessels had taken action.

Han Muye was in no hurry.

The treasures within Ziyang City, if they were so easily obtained, would not have remained unclaimed for so many years.

“Whoosh”

An ear-piercing shriek, a ten-zhang-long golden Arrow pierced through the void.

Accompanied by angry shouts and wails.

Han Muye recognized the extraordinariness of that Arrow.

Clearly, it was a long Arrow imbued with Divine Flame Power.

He, too, knew such weapon refinement methods that fused the Golden Crow Divine Flame with weapons.

The Golden Crow clan’s refining technique.

Of course, this Arrow also contained the essence of a True Spirit Bone.

At least one powerful member of the Golden Crow clan had offered their own True Spirit.

Ziyang City, why does it have so many Golden Crows?

Were they captured from the primordial times, or, were they originally from this place?

Who exactly was Xu Ziyang?

As Han Muye moved forward, he finally saw the figures gathered around a towering altar in the distance.

At least a thousand people surrounded the grand altar, their spiritual lights merging with the Puppet Fighters beside them.

At least half of these people were Sage level and above, while the rest were profoundly skilled, none below the ninth level.

It wasn’t clear whether all these individuals were from Linglong City or if several forces had joined together.

“Boom”

A slash of golden sword light descended, sending a Primordial-level Battle Puppet flying.

In front of the altar, four golden armored battle puppets wielded various weapons, their presence overwhelming.

The golden armored battle puppet wielding the long saber swung it round while the battle puppet next to it grasped a bow, the long bow drawn to full crescent, its arrow already aglow.

On another front, a battle puppet holding a long spear radiated a cold chill from its spear tip, while the battle puppet beside it held a sword, planting the large blade in front of itself, gathering a formidable aura.

“Boom”

Another long arrow shot forth.

No sooner had it been released than it exploded some thirty feet away, transforming into hundreds of arrows that shattered the space a thousand feet ahead.

Flames soared skyward, creating an illusionary expanse within a thousand feet.

“Kill.”

The sword-wielding battle puppet took a step forward, rushing into the illusory flames. With each slash of its blade, it tore apart heaven and earth.

Impenetrable, utterly impenetrable.

The surrounding space was swept away by the blade’s edge. Neither divine-level powerhouses nor Primordial-level Battle Puppets could withstand this slash.

The thousand warriors who had initially retreated quickly lost many among their ranks. One after another, they turned pale, exchanging grave looks amongst themselves.

“Charge, we must obtain the Purple Sun Cauldron today.”

Not far off, someone gave a low shout, and then figures in blue dashed forward, followed by three Primordial Puppet Fighters charging ahead.

The battle puppets coordinated with each other, and in a few flashes, they had already surged past the illusory flames in front, then, raising their hands, they brought them down on the golden armored battle puppet holding the large bow.

“Boom”

As the puppet’s charging process was interrupted, its golden light shone through. The long bow was raised to block the fist shadow smashing down upon it.

The other puppet wielding the war spear snorted coldly as it thrust its spear furiously.

“Szzt”

With a sound like the fabric of the void tearing apart, all three Primordial-level Battle Puppets were sent flying.

The defensive abilities of the Primordial-level Battle Puppets were immensely strong. Although their bodies remained undamaged in the strike, their strength was suppressed.

“Bind.”

Seemingly familiar with these four battle puppets’ methods, the cultivators in the back did not hesitate, casting a cyan-grey net overhead toward the puppets.

The puppet’s body was ensnared by the net of light, its spear thrusting forward only to struggle as if trapped in the mire.

“Give it your all,” someone yelled, and then a silver war puppet wielding a golden hammer charged forward.

This puppet’s strength had already surpassed that of ordinary Primordial ranks, and its agility alone was remarkable.

Han Muye looked up towards the altar above.

Atop the altar stood a Golden Cauldron roughly thirty feet tall.

The cauldron was surrounded by fiery-red Flowing Light patterns, and in front of it, a plume of flame rose.

The purple flames emitted unbearable heat waves that spread layer by layer, only to be blocked.

The space there was distorted.

Han Muye squinted his eyes slightly.

What kind of power could make that space both real and twisted?

This was truly a sealing of space.

Han Muye’s gaze landed on the cauldron at the top of the altar.

The Divine Flame Power and divine patterns on the cauldron felt oddly familiar to him.

“Golden Crow clan’s divine patterns?”

The power of divine patterns was the highest level of strength passed down through ancient legacies.

Only those with powerful bloodlines could condense divine patterns.

Xu Ziyang, could it be that he possesses the Divine Beast Bloodline?

“Boom”

The battle puppet holding the long spear, now enveloped by the light net and pulled on by hundreds of cultivators, became unsteady. Its form trembled, and seizing this opportunity, the silver battle puppet struck out with its hammer.

This hammer strike landed on the shoulder of the golden armored battle puppet, causing the hundred-foot-tall puppet to stagger and nearly fall.

But the puppet was steadied by a palm from the depths behind.

The golden armored battle puppet holding the sword reached out a hand, grabbing the net of light. A mere tug was all it took.

“Szzt”

All the light nets crumbled, and the hundred or so cultivators linked to it spewed blood and fell back in defeat.

The sword-wielding puppet raised its hand; the hilt was lifted, with traces of Flowing Light flickering on it.

“Boom”

With a sword stroke, the silver armored battle puppet wielding the war hammers was driven back, its feet unsteady. It then buckled at the knees, collapsing to the ground.

A Bright Longsword pressed down on the shoulder of the silver battle puppet.

“Silver Moon, have you betrayed Purple Sun City, invaded the rest of our lord, is this your doing?”

“Didn’t you always wish for freedom? I give it to you.”

The golden armored battle puppet spoke softly, its voice resonating as the long sword was raised, descending with a strike.

But this strike did not fall upon the head of the silver battle puppet. Instead, it clashed with an incoming frigid sword edge.

The icy sword light shattered, then turned into a mist of ice, encasing the golden armored puppet from the sword edge to its body, freezing it inch by inch.

“Ling Yao, you never thought I would still be alive, did you?”

A figure emerged behind the silver battle puppet, clad in a black robe with a sullen expression.