Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Forget everything?

Han Muye turned around, his eyes falling into the dark depths of the divine abyss.

Above the divine abyss is the dazzling world.

He, Han Muye, had practiced swordsmanship and immortality in this world.

He, Han Muye, once carried the world on his back and endless life.

He, Han Muye, once had passionate brothers, close lovers, disciples, and inheritance in this world...

"When you reach the other side of reality, you have to forget everything here..." Han Muye shook his head, with a calm expression on his face, "I don't want to forget."

His words made the Original Creator across from him look up to the sky and smile.

"This is the real creature!"

"Why should we forget every step we have taken and every person we have loved? How can we forget?"

The eyes of the Origin Creator were full of brilliance, and the mighty aura from his body rushed up.

A crack seemed to be torn open in the divine abyss, and the world seemed to be directly shattered.

Such a powerful force made the creators and gods scattered around all have horrified expressions on their faces, and their bodies continued to tremble.

"Reborn, hidden, combined with the Way..." Han Muye looked at the figure of the original creator and whispered softly.

If he guessed correctly, the strength displayed by the Original Creator at this time was the extremely powerful Hedao realm in the real land.

Combine the body with the Tao to gather the power of the Tao.

This avenue is not the avenue of the illusory world, but the avenue of the real place.

"Lu Yue, if you haven't come back yet, when will you wait—"

The Original Creator looked at Han Muye and let out a long shout, and a golden light reaching the sky directly enveloped Han Muye's body.

Han Muye was shocked, and a deep divine light flashed in his eyes.

"Senior Brother Lu Yue, do you still remember me, Zhang Yuan?" The Original Creator smiled, staring at Han Muye, with a look of emotion on his face.

In Han Muye's mind, endless memories surged.

"Supreme Realm, Jiuxuan Tiandao Sect, Lu Yue..."

"It turns out that I also come from the real place."

"No, I'm not-"

Han Muye raised his head, and the Origin Creator opposite him nodded, his face full of regret: "Yes, yes and no."

"You failed to break through the hiding and transformed from Lu Yue into Han Muye. Lu Yue is you, and Han Muye is you too."

"Why is it you? If I come to this empty place to look for you, I will lose myself and fall forever..."

Han Muye has remembered everything.

To practice in the real place, you need to go through the three realms of hiding and nine realms.

Qi and blood are hidden, and you can choose your own strength and attributes.

Inheritance and hiding, choose your own practice inheritance.

The soul is hidden, looking for its own shadow in the endless years.

The illusory land is the reflection of the real land, and all the creatures in it are the reflection of the creatures in the real land for countless billions of years.

The practice method in the illusory land is an inheritance that was once spread in the real land but has finally fallen into decline.

Every creature in the illusory land had survived in the real land, but it was unknown how many billions of years ago it was.

It can be said that the imaginary land is the long river of time in the real land, but it is different.

Because the creatures in the illusory land already have their own survival trajectories, they do not completely follow the life trajectories of the real land.

He, Han Muye, or rather Lu Yue, entered the illusory land to seek a breakthrough because his cultivation was stuck on the third level of hiding and his soul was hiding.

Moreover, he entered in his true body, completely losing his soul and pursuing a breakthrough.

Just using dimensional data to manifest his body and his soul to wake up would no longer give him a chance to break through.

As for the Original Creator in front of him, it was arranged by the sect to find him.

"Junior Brother Zhang Yuan, since you have seen through everything, why don't you go back?"

Han Muye looked at the Origin Creator in front of him and asked.

The Original Creator, or Zhang Yuan, the elite of the Jiuxuan Tiandao Sect, has already reached the level of Hedao cultivation, and his cultivation level in the land of returning to reality is also the highest among the sects. Why does he stay here?

Upon hearing his words, the Original Creator sighed and raised his hand to press on the coffin behind him.

The coffin turned into an illusion, and a figure in red emerged from it.

"I said, I don't want to forget, I don't want everything to become an illusion."

Han Muye was silent.

He cannot forget everything in this void.

Lu Yue is already Han Muye.

Three-level hiding is a process of making a choice. He has chosen to be Han Muye.

"A million years ago, no one from the Jiuxuan Tiandao Sect came to this place of imbalance."

"Senior brother, as the only Taoist disciple of the sect, you should go back and take a look."

There was a trace of complexity in the eyes of the Origin Creator, and he shook his head and said: "I have never violated the agreement of the true land, and I can no longer go back."

If you can't go back, you have to stay here.

Neither he nor Han Muye are the kind of bodies that condense dimensional data with real power. If they stay here, they will die.

Han Muye and the Original Creator stood opposite each other.

Neither of them wanted to forget this world, nor everything in the void world.

"I can help you."

After a long time, the Origin Creator spoke again.

"I'll help you return to the real place and preserve your memories."

"But you have to do something for me."

The Origin Creator's eyes were full of light, and his palms were pressed on the sarcophagus behind his back.

"Resurrect me and her in the place of truth."

"I promised her that I would take her to a real place and let her truly experience everything in the world."

resurrection.

Take the creatures from the illusory land to the real place.

Both of these things are impossible.

For countless thousands of years, no one has been able to do it.

Han Muye looked beyond the sarcophagus into the distance.

He also wanted to take Junior Sister Mu Wan and Huang Laoliu and the others to see the real place.

"The founder of the Jiuxuan Tiandao Sect once said that there should be a higher realm beyond Hedao, which can make illusion and reality merge."

"It can even summon illusory creatures to go straight to the real place."

"It's just that the Patriarch failed to set foot in that realm."

The Original Creator looked at Han Muye and said, "Senior brother, you are the Son of Tao, a being that even the Patriarch said might surpass him."

"Are you willing that you, and all the familiar creatures in those illusory lands, will never know what reality is?"

The words of the Original Creator made Han Muye's eyes shine with divine light.

After a long silence, Han Muye nodded.

"good."

The Origin Creator let out a long laugh, and the endless sky light burst out from his body. The nine ancestral dragons charged forward and crashed into the illusory door of eternity.

The gate of eternity vibrated, layers of golden light emerged from it, and then the gate slowly opened.

"Someone has opened the door to eternity!"

One voice after another rang out, and the creators and gods who had been hiding around them all rushed out excitedly and rushed towards the door.

"The only ones who can open the door to eternity are primitive creatures, and they are the targets of hunting!"

In the void, figures rushed out one after another, rushing towards the Origin Creator.

The Original Creator ignored the others and stared at Han Muye.

"Brother, remember your promise!"

As the voice fell, the nine Ancestral Dragons rushed towards the Eternal Gate.

But unlike others who rushed into the door, the Origin Creator drove nine dragon beasts and crashed directly into the door.

"boom--"

The gate collapsed, and billions of rays of sky light emerged.

Cracks appeared one after another.

The nine ancestral dragon beasts pulled the sarcophagus and rushed into the crack.

Han Muye took a step forward and rushed into it.

Others wanted to follow, but as soon as they came into contact with the void, they turned into a ball of illusory aura.

In front of Han Muye, there was an endless empty world. Nine dragon beasts pulled the sarcophagus and rushed into the distance, wandering to nowhere.

His body shook and slowly dissipated on the spot.

…

"Uncle Master, our Jiuxuan Dao family has been completely ruined. What can we use to pay off our debts?"

"Isn't there a sarcophagus left from ancient times? Anyway, I don't know which generation of seniors left it. If the sarcophagus was smashed, there might be some treasures in it."

"My seniors in Jiu Xuan Dao will not blame me and other juniors. Who said this world is difficult - ugh!"

In the sarcophagus, Han Muye opened his eyes and met the skinny forty-year-old Taoist priest who opened the lid of the sarcophagus.