1022 Ancestor of the Sword Dao, Ancient Desolation

On the third floor of the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye sat cross-legged.

In front of him, the golden nine-story sword tower floated and vibrated.

Streaks of sword light turned into long dragons, swirling around him.

Han Muye closed his eyes slightly, and his Sword Dao Essence Soul appeared behind him, floating up and down.

In his mind, starting from the moment he set foot on the Nine Mystic Mountain to his current attainment at the pinnacle of a Sage, all the insights and realizations from his swordsmanship practice transformed into vivid scrolls, continuously circulating.

The scrolls spun faster and faster before finally dissipating into a greenish-gray aura.

Han Muye opened his eyes, and the greenish-gray aura flashed.

“The opportunity of life and death, the sword, is the choice.”

The greenish-gray aura collided with the Primordial Spirit Sword on Han Muye’s back, causing it to tremble.

Lines of gray patterns emerged on the long sword, obscuring its original golden color and revealing a profound and awe-inspiring power.

“The Sword Dao, the Dao of breaking and establishing, should extend beyond breaking and establishing.”

The sword aura around Han Muye receded, and the gray color in his eyes had dissipated.

However, a smile appeared on his face.

The primordial spirit sword on his back returned.

Everything was calm and serene, and the grandeur of heaven and earth transcended the external world.

The Ancestor of a Dao.

The Sword Ancestor.

From today onwards, Han Muye had stepped into the Ancestor realm of the Sword Dao.

As it turned out, truly comprehending this realm meant returning to simplicity, devoid of such earth-shattering sensations.

This was because this Great Dao had already exceeded the limit of what this world could sense.

Within Han Muye’s body, the sword of his sword essence that pierced through his dantian, qi sea, and divine hiddenness had vanished.

This sword now resided in his mind, in a space between illusion and reality.

Because this sword could directly cleave through the void.

In his mind, a green long sword floated.

The sword light flashed, revealing an extremely sharp edge.

Without even moving the sword, he could distort the void.

“How interesting.

“The sword is a weapon of slaughter, but it grasps justice.

“To stop killing with killing.”

Han Muye looked at the extremely powerful sword and chuckled.

The Sword of Slaughter.

Or perhaps it could be called the Sword of Butchery.

Using his own sword essence as the blade, this sword focused solely on the path of slaughter, giving birth to the most razor-sharp power in the world.

Who could have imagined that Han Muye, who embodied peace and non-contention, would comprehend a swordsmanship that led him to the realm of the Sword Ancestor through a sword of slaughter.

This sword remained sheathed, but if it were unsheathed, rivers of blood would surely flow.

A sword was, by nature, a weapon for killing.

Yet Han Muye elevated this path of slaughter to its utmost pinnacle.

With the sword in his hand, he balanced the way of heaven and earth with the power of slaughter.

Wielding fairness and impartiality.

With such a Sword Dao, he could be vigilant at all times, preventing his mental state from being tainted.

This was the Sword Dao and also a cultivation technique.

Cutting through the dust.

This dust was not the mortal world, but the sword in one’s heart, free and bright.

“Endless Heavenly Venerable, actually, I should thank you…”

Standing up and walking to the windowsill, Han Muye gazed at the sprawling palaces ahead and spoke softly.

The path of cultivation pursued by the Endless Heavenly Venerable, the path of transcendence, involved descending into the Endless Sea and presiding at the depths of the 18 levels of hell.

He had transcended with great perseverance and inspired Han Muye.

Cultivation was a difficult path to begin with. As a sword cultivator, he should use the sword as his Dao and cultivate his body and sword heart.

Whether in the realm of cultivation or the mundane world, true fairness and impartiality were rare commodities.

Since they were lacking, then let us seek them with the sword.

Wielding the most advantageous sword while cultivating the purest heart.

Han Muye’s Sword Dao could completely reach the peak of the Heavenly Venerable realm and directly enter the path of transcendence!

“Heavenly Venerable, perhaps you will be pleasantly surprised when we meet again.”

Han Muye smiled faintly.

The utmost path, united with myriad paths.

Seeing the Endless Heavenly Venerable again, Han Muye had the confidence to confront him in battle.

When Han Muye walked down from the Sword Pavilion, he was no longer as fierce as a sword cultivator. Instead, he was more gentle.

“Hey, kid, besides when you’re killing, you’re just like those Confucian scholars in the Central Continent.” Tao Ran, the venerable ancestor who came to drink, spoke in a bored tone.

Gao Changgong nodded in agreement.

For those who had witnessed Han Muye’s growth, even if his cultivation reached great heights and his status was sky-high, he was still the Sword Caretaker in the Sword Pavilion from years ago.

As cultivators, they understood this state of mind.

Otherwise, they would not have become Heaven Realm cultivators.

“Young Master, thank you.” Jiang Ming bowed to Han Muye.

At this moment, Jiang Ming was no longer the arrogant itinerant cultivator at the Alchemy Meeting in Mushen City.

He was an Elder of the Nine Mystic Mountain’s Alchemy Hall, a grandmaster in alchemy, and above all, a father.

He did not lack spiritual rocks or pills.

But he couldn’t provide Jiang Yucheng with enough opportunities.

Han Muye smiled and reached out to pat Jiang Ming’s shoulder. He turned to look at Fairy Jin Yuan, who was walking over with Mu Wan.

The union between these two was also facilitated by him.

Not only did Jiang Ming come to visit, but Zhao Pu and the others also brought their juniors over.

Apart from being respectful to Han Muye, the Prime Minister of the Heavenly Mystic Sect, these Young Masters on the Nine Mystic Mountain were more curious.

Young people still had dreams.

In their eyes, their own elders were no longer the targets they were chasing..

Their future lay in the vast expanse of the stars and seas.

Apart from giving them some greeting gifts and encouraging them, Han Muye and Mu Wan also agreed to take them to the Upper Heaven Region.

Although the Heavenly Mystic was good, it was not as rich as the spiritual energy in the Upper Heaven Region.

Moreover, the Heavenly Mystic was too peaceful.

The Upper Heaven Region was where they should go.

“Buzz!”

Outside the Sword Pavilion, magnificent and resplendent spiritual light shone, forming a grand array.

The three-story Sword Pavilion rose into the air, and the teleportation array that had been suppressed underneath revealed itself.

“Duan Min pays respects to Your Majesty.”

Duan Min, who walked out of the teleportation array, bowed respectfully to Han Muye.

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