Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Layer upon layer of illusions, sword after sword.

Han Muye ascended step by step from the Eternal Sword Platform, his comprehension of Sword Dao growing ever deeper.

In this world, there is no such thing as an unstoppable advance; it’s all about severing the fetters before oneself with each sword strike.

No matter the race, no matter the status, there will always be fetters—entanglements with living beings, entanglements with heaven and earth, with enemies and friends alike.

As a sword cultivator, what one must do is have a sword sharp enough in hand, keen enough to cut through all shackles, advancing step by step.

Not knowing how long he had journeyed, nor how many illusions he had shattered, Han Muye stood before a white-bearded elder.

“Are you tired?”

The white-bearded elder, looking at Han Muye in front of him, asked softly.

Tired?

Han Muye knew that this was a test for both his soul and body, he didn’t truly need to answer.

“Is it worth it?”

The elder in front of him spoke again.

Han Muye looked at the sword in his hand.

The owner of this sword had once been a Sword Dao Sage who cultivated for thousands of years and stepped into the Primordial Spirit Realm.

This Sage’s sect grew with his ascent, transforming from an obscure small sect into one of the major sects.

Yet, when this Primordial Spirit Sword Cultivator faced a powerful enemy, his sect not only failed to come to his rescue, but also aided his enemy, gravely wounding the Primordial Spirit Sword Cultivator.

In a rage, the Primordial Spirit Sword Cultivator destroyed his own sect with this sword.

When Han Muye entered the illusion, he was a disciple within the Primordial Spirit Sword Cultivator’s sect, growing step by step to become the strongest junior disciple under the Primordial Spirit Sword Cultivator.

In that battle, Han Muye took action as well, and ultimately, with the sword in his hand, he shattered the Primordial Spirit of the Primordial Spirit Sword Cultivator.

“Boy, from now on, the Sword Sect is entrusted to you,” said the Primordial Spirit Sword Cultivator, whose soul was shattering, not in anger but rather with a sense of relief.

“Is it worth it?”

That was what Han Muye had said to the Primordial Spirit Sword Cultivator.

Cultivation is about letting go of everything and only seeking self-advancement.

All fetters should indeed be severed with the sword in hand; the more fetters there are, the more shackles there are, and one can only end up sinking deep.

The Primordial Spirit Sword Cultivator originally could have given up everything, pursuing only the great way in his heart with the sword in his hand.

“From the moment I could not progress in the Primordial Spirit Realm over a thousand years, I anticipated this day.”

“I have always been waiting for this day.”

The Primordial Spirit Sword Cultivator spoke softly, his expression calm.

“The cultivation in this world is not what we think it is, but the Dao that compels us to move forward.”

“The moment we stop, we lose the chance to pursue the Dao.”

“I no longer have a chance in this life, now it’s up to you.”

Pursuing the great way.

If it were someone else standing before that Primordial Spirit Sword Cultivator, their minds would certainly be disturbed.

Being abandoned by the great way after pursuing it is a pain that could shatter someone’s Dao core.

But Han Muye was different.

In his cultivation journey, all the way up to the peak beneath the creator, his resolve was unimaginably firm.

He had comprehended countless swords, which was tantamount to experiencing enlightenment numerous times.

These countless enlightenments allowed him to see through all the mists of the world.

“Actually, by asking me whether it’s worth it, you have already begun to doubt in your own heart,” Han Muye looked at the elder before him and gently raised the sword in his hand.

“Having come this far, I, Han Muye, must surely strive to reach the peak of this Eternal Sword Platform!”

As his voice fell, his three-foot-long sword shone with endless splendor, striking down with one blow!

This blow shattered all the chains before and behind him, tearing the whole heaven and earth apart.

The elder before him wore a smile as his body was directly cleaved in two by the strike.

“Boom——”

Between heaven and earth, there was clarity.

The Heaven-Reaching Stone Stairs, which had vanished, appeared before Han Muye.

At this moment, he was standing above ten thousand steps.

“Impressive, reaching ten thousand steps within a day, the Sword Dao strength of Marquis Su Ming of Weiyuan is truly formidable to the extreme.”

“Challenging the Eternal Sword Platform, has anyone ever reached ten thousand levels in a single day other than Marquis Su Ming of Weiyuan over the past millions of years?”

Below the Stone Platform, a myriad of voices arose.

Han Muye turned his head to look downward, gripping the sword in his hand, stepping forward.

“Boom—”

Before him, a Sky-supporting Longsword slashed down from above.

“Using weight to feign lightness?” Han Muye whispered, his sword also transforming into a towering essence, colliding directly with the sword edge.

The longsword that had struck from above broke apart, and Han Muye took a step forward.

“Hmm?”

Han Muye’s stride halted.

The sword he had broken was unexpectedly connected to a chain at its back, binding around his body.

Most crucially, this sword exuded an aura that he recognized.

“Master Mo Yuan…”

This transformation from heavy to light was tied to the bond with Master Mo Yuan.

Han Muye took another step.

A longsword thrust straight at his chest.

As the sword’s edge swept past, it turned into another chain.

“Huang Six…”

With every step he took, each wave of sword light transformed into a presence linked to Han Muye.

Unbeknownst to him, as he moved forward ten thousand steps, his body was already bound by ten thousand chains.

By the time he had crossed a hundred thousand steps, there were a hundred thousand chains, each binding him from the outside, and although each chain was ephemeral, they made his sword strikes arduous.

Below the Stone Platform, the gaze of all onlookers turned grave.

“Never before have I seen a Sword Dao warrior, who could carry a hundred thousand entangling chains and still advance.”

“But that’s not right, as a sword cultivator, every step taken is to sever bonds; why then does he have so many entanglements?”

All the sword cultivators looked on with bewilderment.

Han Muye’s displayed strength was overwhelming, yet such entanglements, not typical of sword cultivators, also left people in awe.

With such ties in the world of cultivation, how could one advance to such an extent?

“Boom—”

Han Muye swung his sword, shattering the longsword in front of him into a chain that wrapped around his body.

He looked up toward the endless stone stairs before him.

“I know, if I now sever these chains on me, I could instantly become a creator, right?”

“Also, with so many ties to bear, I’ll never become a creator in this life, will I?”

Han Muye’s expression remained calm as he whispered to himself.

His eyes shone brightly, and his sword glowed with overlapping layers of spiritual brilliance.

“Let’s see if I can reach that distant shore, bearing these endless shackles!”

“Boom—”

As the longsword was cut down, the Black and White Sword Light interwove around Han Muye, forming countless swords.

His steps were swift as he ran up the stone stairs.

Ahead, no matter what sort of swords obstructed him, he sliced through them all with a single strike.

Charging onward, the stone steps stretched endlessly before him but couldn’t keep up with his racing pace.

After some unknown time, he stopped.

By then, the chains trailing from him had multiplied to millions!

Those were the shackles of the Endless World!

Before Han Muye stood a small building.

Just like the Sword Pavilion on Nine Mystic Mountain years ago, ancient and emanating a glint of Sword Dao’s glory.

“As long as I can walk faster, go further, there must be an end to the Sword Dao, right?”

“The Creator Level of Sword Dao isn’t exclusive to one person, and I don’t necessarily have to follow someone’s Sword Dao.”

Pointing his sword forward, Han Muye’s eyes sparked with a brilliance that pierced heaven and earth!

“Today, I shall reach the peak of this Sword Dao and see for myself what the Sword Dao Creator Level is truly like!”

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