Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1840: The Essence of Refining! (2)

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Was this arrogance?

One by one, the light clusters seed to co alive. So danced gracefully, so timidly retreated, so bared their fangs and claws, and so were arrogantly dominant…

The light clusters around Han Muyi were truly spectacular!

The exploding halos intertwined, all moving together.

At this mont, all the light clusters revealed their spirituality.

This was the true spiritual essence!

“Look, this guy got in through the back door. He won’t be recognized by the spiritual items in this round.” Soone looked at the spiritual items intertwining around Han Muye and chuckled.

Spiritual items were scurrying around, so there was naturally no way to classify them.

“He won’t pass this round.” Soone shook their head and said indifferently, “The Liantian Sect selects true strong individuals, not those who rely on connections.”

The various discussions from the people below did not affect the perceptions of those from the Liantian Sect on the platform.

At this mont, all the strong individuals from the Liantian Sect were wearing expressions of surprise, closely watching Han Muyi and the light clusters around him.

“Triggering the spirituality of all these entities, such a thod is difficult even for a divine-level refiner.

“In our Liantian Sect, apart from a few divine-level refining masters, who else can have such spiritual perception?

“To achieve this shows that his spiritual perception is at least at the pinnacle, maybe even at the highest level—”

The person who spoke had already widened his eyes before he could finish speaking.

Because Han Muyi slowly lowered his outstretched hand.

At this mont, all the spiritual materials seed to understand his words, slowly flying and then dividing into dozens of camps, each occupying a side.

These spiritual materials had different properties.

Even their revealed spiritualities were different.

But this was the result of their free combination.

Respect for their freedom, respect for their choices.

What kind of artifact refiner could have such thods and such magnanimity?

How many cultivators in the world could really treat spiritual materials as their friends?

Looking at the balls of light in front of him, Han Muye’s eyes flashed with a hint of deepness and joy.

“Whether it’s battle puppets or battle armors, aren’t they all like this?

“The divine weapons, celestial artifacts, and magical treasures of the Primordial Chaos are all closely related to their hosts.

“The owners of these treasures are like this, and artifact refiners should be even more so, treating all spiritual materials as friends.

“No one enslaves anyone.

“Only by working together can there be unexpected changes.”

It wasn’t just the Artifact Refining Path. The other cultivation thods were the sa.

Wasn’t cultivating the Sword Dao the sa as walking with one’s sword? As long as the sword was around, the person would live. If the sword died, the person would die.

If the path of cultivation was entrusted to one, the spirit and the Dao would accompany each other and beco eternal.

As he comprehended, Han Muye seed to see through the spiritual objects in the balls of light in front of him, their attributes, and even their spirituality.

In the power of attributes, there were also hidden attributes.

In the spirituality, there were deeper layers of power overlaying and transforming.

This was like people, like all living beings. They seed simple, but actually had deeper levels of power.

It was just that this power had not yet been stimulated.

Everyone had unimaginable potential.

At this mont, Han Muye felt as if a fla was burning in his heart.

He suddenly felt that all the refining thods and skills he had learned before were all futile.

So what if those battle puppets and immortal treasures were at the Universe level? Could they really stimulate the deepest potential of the spiritual materials?

No one.

Not a single one.

If he could combine his skills with the attributes of the spiritual materials, his artifact refining thods would reach an unimaginable level.

A desire surged in his heart.

He turned around and walked to the other side.

Over there was the final round, artifact refining.

“He passed just like that?” Many people muttered below.

He hadn’t even reached out, hadn’t been judged on anything, and just passed the round like that?

This was definitely rigged.

“There must be so inside story, I bet he’s the illegitimate child of so big shot in the Liantian Sect.”

“You don’t have to guess to know that.”

“I heard he’s the son of the Liantian Sect’s master Duan Tianfeng and the Demon Saintess. Her na is sothing like…”

Han Muye stood in front of a stone platform.

On the stone platform were hundreds of various minerals.

Besides the minerals, there was a large black hamr, an anvil, and a large furnace.

“The third round, artifact refining.

“Use the minerals in front of you to refine an artifact that demonstrates your artifact refining skills.

“The stone platform is inscribed with the most basic refining thods of the Liantian Sect.”

A voice sounded in Han Muyi’s ear.

It explained the matter.

Most divine trials ended at this point.

Master these basic refining techniques, then end the trial and beco a divine artifact refiner.

Han Muyi placed his hand on the stone platform, and various refining thods appeared in his mind.

These techniques had their own characteristics, converging into the refining thods he knew or did not know.

“Five Fires Condensing thod.”

“Triple Tempering thod.”

With his hand on the stone platform, all the mories in Han Muyi’s mind rged.

Various refining techniques dissipated one by one.

“How many refining techniques can he rember?” The surrounding space was filled with strong individuals from the Liantian Sect looking at each other.

“Eight million years ago, Song Ziyang mastered 386 refining thods and spent five million years traveling through ti to return to the Liantian Sect.”

“19.4 million years ago, Elder Chu Yang mastered 831 refining techniques and stayed directly in the Liantian Sect.”

“I wonder if this one can master 300 refining techniques?”

Everyone watched Han Muyi intently.

In Han Muyi’s mind, the thousands of refining techniques continued to dissipate.

In the end, the last refining technique in his mind dissipated.

On the stone platform in front of him, all the mories disappeared.

He didn’t even rember a single refining thod.

He even forgot all the refining techniques he had rembered before.

At this mont, not only was Han Muyi not frustrated, but he even showed a smile.

He let out a long laugh and reached out to grab a cluster of spiritual materials.

He threw the spiritual materials onto the large furnace for refining, then picked up the large black hamr and started pounding.

Piece by piece, the spiritual materials were placed, and the flas rose on the large furnace before him.

One hamr, another hamr.

On the platform and below, everyone frowned.

What kind of technique was this?

There was no technique at all.

Hamring like this only fused the spiritual materials together, relying on brute force to bind them.

How could there be any technique to speak of with such thods?

How could such a person be qualified to beco a disciple of the Liantian Sect?

“This guy, at least use so skill. Does he really want to embarrass his father?” Soone below couldn’t bear to watch Han Muyi like this, gritting their teeth and growling.

Even if you’re acting, at least put so effort into it.

This kind of perfunctory behavior is too disrespectful to the Liantian Sect.

“This is the essence of refining…” On the platform, in mid-air, a white-haired old man stared at Han Muyi in astonishnt.

“Returning objects to their original state, everything has its own path. This is the true path of artifact refining. He, he couldn’t have, he must have stumbled upon it…”

The old n all looked like they had seen a ghost as they stared at Han Muye’s hamr.

Under the hamr, a black scabbard slowly took shape.

This scabbard was very ugly.

The black scabbard was just a lump of pounded minerals. It was very cumberso.

Zhang Li put the hamr aside and held the scabbard in his hand.

There was joy on his face.

This scabbard had a hint of connection with his blood.

“Alas, we might not be qualified to take this boy as a disciple.”

A white-bearded old man shook his head and whispered.

The others looked at each other and shook their heads.

A golden light rose on the high platform.

The golden light enveloped Han Muye.

Han Muyi looked up to see an old man in a green robe appear before him.

The old man wore a greenish-gray robe, a light golden crown on his head, and his eyes glowed with a silver light.

The light fell on Han Muyi, seemingly seeing through his entire body.

The past.

The future.

“I’m Zheng Shan, the current sect master of the Liantian Sect.

“How about it? Are you interested in becoming my disciple and taking charge of one of the three great artifact refinent sects in the future?”

The sect master’s disciple!

The future leader of one of the world’s three major refining sects!

Han Muye narrowed his eyes slightly and looked down at the black scabbard in his hand.

A smile appeared on his lips.

“I have no interest in the Liantian Sect.

“But I want to see how strong the refining techniques of the Liantian Sect are.”