Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 2301: 1057, my flesh doesn’t taste good

Chapter 2301: 1057, my flesh doesn’t taste good…

Bearing the imnse body of a Pixiu, Han Muye had traveled a thousand miles before he finally stopped.

Looking back towards where he ca from, his eyes revealed depth.

Those two figures that appeared before him seed strangely unreal.

Yet, this unreality was not the sa as the unreality of Divine Realm cultivators or creator-level beings when their Origin Forces were suppressed—rather, it was a sense that the body itself was inherently an illusion.

And so, when those two figures made their move, he didn’t hesitate to carry the Pixiu’s body and leave at once.

The speed and power displayed by these figures were nothing extraordinary in his presence, but the way the power of truth was stimulated was too peculiar.

Clearly illusory, but incredibly real.

Such disparity led Han Muye to carefully choose to leave.

This was the Divine Abyss, where anything could happen, and no one was of ordinary status.

Setting down the Pixiu’s body, a flicker of brilliance shone in Han Muye’s eyes.

This Divine Abyss was far more complex and perilous than he had imagined.

Even a being of creator-level strength like himself could possibly et his demise here.

He grew curious about how the Primordial Creator, a powerful being, managed to enter the Divine Abyss with the Nine Dragons pulling the coffin.

Could it be that the Primordial Creator did not originate from this world?

His palm pressed on the Pixiu’s body and Han Muye, intending to put it into the Qiankun World, suddenly hesitated.

He could open the Qiankun World, but would this real Pixiu still reveal its truth if it fell into it?

Cutting a piece of at the size of a fist into the Qiankun World, Han Muye jolted.

That piece of flesh from a divine beast turned into ten thousand blood-colored beads as it fell into the Qiankun World.

Each bead pulsated with powerful Origin Forces, surging from a level above the Life and Death Realm.

Was the truth transford into an illusion?

Looking at the Pixiu body in front of him, Han Muye closed the Qiankun World.

Carrying the massive body forward wasn’t sothing he was incapable of, after all.

…

After traveling thirty thousand miles, Han Muye engaged in combat with an ancient beast, ngya.

ngya, true to its na, was a mysterious and ancient creature already extinct in the void.

It was large and robust, with a pair of amber eyes that were deep and bright, giving a clear appearance but also emitting an unusual presence—any living creature that made eye contact would beco lost in their soul.

Legend had it that ngya could communicate with the surrounding creatures through a special ntal connection, which gave it a trendous advantage in hunting and surviving in the Divine Abyss.

When Han Muye encountered ngya, it was already surrounded by eight different shaped mutated beasts.

Not just mutated beasts, but also a cultivator, covered in claw marks and wearing a slate gray robe.

This cultivator, with at least Divine Realm Cultivation, stood there beside ngya, dazed with a vacant gaze.

“Void creatures?”

“Just in ti, you’re here, so he won’t be lonely.”

“And, that large piece of at, you give it to .”

An odd ssage, like divine sense, transmitted and resonated in the air, penetrating into Han Muye’s mind.

Indeed, ngya had an extraordinary thod, capable of directly transmitting ssages through ntal connection.

Han Muye didn’t reply but rely raised his hand with his three-foot-long sword pointing forward.

Unexpectedly, Han Muye showed no sign of losing his soul, and within ngya’s clear eyes, a mist ford.

This look seed to be captivating, confusing Han Muye’s mind.

For a mont, Han Muye almost softened his heart and handed over the Pixiu body.

But it was just a fleeting thought; he already felt an endless sense of truth within him, shattering all the Illusory Power.

All along the journey consuming the Pixiu’s flesh, and his comprehension of the Sword of Truth, he had unknowingly possessed the power of truth.

The ancient beast ngya indeed possessed strange powers of illusion, but they still belonged to the Illusory Power and couldn’t affect him much.

“Clang—”

He pointed his three-foot-long sword forward, and without waiting for ngyan to act, Han Muye had already taken the initiative to strike.

On the sword edge, a dark stream of Flowing Light erged, slashing out in an instant, turning into a thousand-zhang sword light, cleaving open the skull of a black-armored, dual-horned ox at the very front.

Han Muye, holding up the physical body of the Pixiu, moved swiftly, crossing a thousand zhang to face the two-faced Qingyun tiger, an exotic beast.

The two-faced tiger roared thunderously from one head while the other spewed out a mass of gray mist, crashing down towards Han Muye’s head.

The roaring sound vibrated, resonating with screeching noises from Between heaven and earth, turning the gray mist into a boulder that plumted straight onto Han Muye’s head.

Han Muye lifted a foot and kicked squarely on the two-faced tiger’s chest, sending its body flying.

The boulder that was bearing down on his head smashed against the Pixiu, and Han Muye held it up again.

The boulder weighed ten million catties, yet when Han Muye lifted it, there was not a single tremor.

“The power of truth?”

“You, a void creature, have co to comprehend the force of truth so quickly?”

Within Han Muye’s soul, ngyan’s voice erged, tinged with a hint of surprise.

The other mutated beasts surrounding him lunged forward, their strength of the soul interlocking, and lded into one.

Attack and defense in unison.

This was due to ngyan’s control.

The cultivator clad in pale-gray robes also took a step forward, unfolding a pale golden fan in his hand from which ten thousand rays of golden light stabbed towards Han Muye.

No wonder this man was under ngyan’s control; it turned out he was a cultivator adept in illusions, using them to attain Divine Realm Cultivation.

Such cultivators, in the face of ancient beasts like ngyan, could not resist their unusual forces.

“Scram.”

Han Muye growled softly, swinging his three-foot-long sword horizontally.

He couldn’t be bothered with these controlled exotic beasts; with one slash of his sword, the sword edge radiated layer upon layer of power of truth.

All spells and Flowing Light shattered in the face of this sword.

The bodies of those exotic beasts were cleaved open by this sword, their blood spilling everywhere.

Neither the cultivator in pale-gray robes from the Divine Realm nor the towering exotic beasts could withstand a mont against Han Muye’s sword edge.

With one step, Han Muye arrived in front of the ancient beast ngyan and thrust the long sword in his hand forward.

At this point, ngyan already sensed trouble and raised its front paw to strike at Han Muye.

“Clang—”

ngyan’s claw tips shattered and flew away as Han Muye’s sword edge pressed against its neck, the green shadow on the sword edge piercing its pelt, causing blood to gush.

“I hadn’t expected you to be one of the true beasts.”

“I wonder who tastes better, your flesh or the Pixiu’s?”

Han Muye’s expression unchanged, raised his hand, and the sword edge slowly pressed down.

“My flesh isn’t tasty…”

“In that case, spare , and I can aid you in communicating with other divine beasts in the Divine Abyss.”

“You wouldn’t want to keep killing your way through the Divine Abyss, would you?”

ngyan’s voice erged, quivering.

Han Muye’s sword edge showed no sign of retracting as he spoke indifferently, “First tell , what is reality, and what are void creatures.”

ngyan trembled all over and hesitated before speaking thoughtfully, “If I tell you, will you go mad?”

“What if I tell you that void creatures are beings that shouldn’t exist, what would you think?”

“I’m not saying you don’t exist, rather, that you shouldn’t exist.”

ngyan looked at Han Muye before him, its voice carrying a sense of helplessness.

“Despite your near omnipotence within the void, in reality, should the realm of truth take action, the entire void would disappear.”