Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

There were no bold words. It was his duty to guard the place and draw his sword to fight the heavens.

Putting down his armor, Han Muye's gaze landed on a fan with only a few bone handles left.

On the remaining fan, a few incomplete words could be seen.

They were lively and bold.

He reached out and gently held the fan.

The Great Spirit wrapped around the folding fan, and an image appeared.

"As students of the Imperial City Academy, not only do you have to be educated, but you also have to be useful to the Heaven Mystic Realm and the living beings in the world.

"This time, the Red Flame Army requires 300 students to join the army as staff officers. All students from the Imperial City Academy can voluntarily sign up."

The middle-aged scholar on the platform was the assistant head, Yan Zhenqing, who no longer cared about the Imperial City Academy.

Yan Zhenqing, who was wearing a green robe, looked impassioned. Below the stage, students from the Imperial City Academy stepped forward and wrote their names on the white cloth.

"Yan Mingze."

The brush strokes were elegant and unrestrained.

Looking up, Yan Zhenqing's eyes were filled with relief.

The scholars entered the army and went from logistics to transporting supplies.

From planning battles to taking charge of an army.

From the high-spirited and weak scholar to the armored man with calluses on the hilt of his sword.

'Yan Mingze, the general of the Red Flame Army's Heavenly Peak Guards. The great scholar Yan Zhenqing thought too little of his son. Zhaowu was recruited into the army in the 19th year. He worked hard for 3,000 years to become the general of the Guards and guarded the three worlds.'

'In the 184th year of Ming Ning, the Immortal Spirit World invaded and 18 worlds in Suwei fell. The Suwei General, Yan Mingze, fought alone and killed five Heaven Realm Out of Body Primordial Spirits. In the end, he died.'

In the image, an old man in a brocade robe slowly opened a folding fan in his hand.

This action was exactly the same as when Yan Zhenqing had given him the folding fan back then.

This action was the same as three years ago. Before every battle, he would open his fan.

"I love it when innocent children lie in the stream to peel the lotus seed pods.

"I don't see any dragonflies landing on the sharp corners of my lotus pond."

Putting away his fan and holding a long sword, the old man in a brocade robe took a step forward and soared into the sky with a strong wind.

"Heavenly Mystic Yan Mingze is here. Who dares to come and court death?"

…

Putting down his fan, Han Muye looked ahead.

Every soldier held a relic in his hands.

Every relic here was a story.

No, how could this be a story?

These were the heroic spirits of the seniors, these were lives.

For the Heavenly Mystic, and for their own beliefs, they did not care about their own lives.

They were not the only ones.

There were those who had been waiting for their return.

"Marquis Wu, is it worth it?"

Han Muye stood in front of the military formation and asked softly without turning around.

Was it worth it?

For countless years, countless lives were lost outside the realm. Was it worth it?

Hearing Han Muye's words, Marquis Chen Qingzhi slowly turned around.

In front of Han Muye, the soldiers straightened their bodies.

"There used to be more than 38,000 galaxies outside the Heavenly Mystic World.

"There are a total of 853 stars with living beings in these galaxies. There are trillions of living beings on them.

"Do you know how many of the 853 stars have survived in the past 100,000 years?

"Twenty-one."

Marquis Wu's voice was low and filled with killing intent and determination.

"Void Beasts, Immortal Spirit World, No Resentment Realm. Which world isn't constantly conquering the world of the stars?

"If it weren't for the fact that our Heavenly Mystic World had defended in all directions for so many years and set up a void star battle line, placing the battlefield in the outer realm, the flames of war would have long spread to the Heavenly Mystic World.

"My cultivation has long broken through the limit of this world. Senior Brother Wen's cultivation had already reversed 20,000 years ago and he could no longer advance.

"We didn't leave the Heavenly Mystic world because we couldn't bear to see countless living beings in this world die and a resplendent world collapse.

"For the past 20,000 years, my true body has been suppressing my breakthrough. Senior Brother Wen has even split his Great Dao into countless parts and fused them with the Heavenly Mystic World.

"Tell me, is it worth it?"

Marquis Wu looked at the soldiers in front of him. He raised his eyes and looked at the buildings in the distance.

"You once stood in the void and looked at the Heavenly Mystic world. You also witnessed the destruction of a world and saw the Imperial City resplendent like an immortal city.

"Can you bear to lose it?"

It was worth it.

He was willing.

The Imperial City was as resplendent as heaven and earth. The sky was verdant. It was not a paradise, but it was the home of the mortal world.

Han Muye admitted that this world was so beautiful that it made people reluctant to leave.

In the images he saw earlier, almost every fallen general of the Red Flame Army would look back in their spare time.

He looked at the brightest star in the sky.

It was worth it to die to protect this planet and the living beings on it.

He had no regrets in this life and would continue in his next life.

Taking a deep breath, Han Muye looked up, his eyes shining with golden light.

He quickly deduced in his mind, and all the images gathered.

Above his head, there was a golden Great Spirit that intertwined with human vision and transformed into various images.

Marquis Wu and all the soldiers looked at Han Muye, staring intently without saying a word.

"Boom!"

Cloud lightning exploded above Han Muye's head, shattering his aura.

As the cloud lightning fell, Han Muye's eyes lit up. He said loudly, "With three million remnant souls as the foundation, we can forge the Deity Investiture Altar in the void and bring back the souls that have sacrificed for the Heavenly Mystic World for countless years. Is that feasible?"

The Deity Investiture Altar!

In the sky, the Deity Investiture Altar was forged.

Excitement flashed across Marquis Wu's face as he shouted, "Alright!"

"Tens of millions of soldiers will use their blood and Qi as a guide. The souls of cultivators above the Immortal Soul Third Level will form the Deity Roll Call. From now on, you will be compatible with this Divine Dao and be revered by the people. When you die, you will be on the Deity Roll Call. Are you willing to do so?" Han Muye spoke again.

Great cultivators above the Immortal Soul Third Level.

From now on, they would be entangled with this world and could not escape.

Just like Wen Mosheng.

However, if Wen Mosheng could become a Sage with the Heavenly Mystic as his foundation, could the Deity Roll Call be entrusted with the spirit of a Sage?

At this moment, everyone looked at Marquis Wu.

Above the Immortal Soul Third Level, only Marquis Wu could shoulder this heavy responsibility.

After pondering for a moment, Marquis Wu nodded and said, "Yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, a shout came from the soldiers in front of him. "Willing—"

Han Muye took a deep breath and said softly, "Using the wishes of living beings as ink and brush, the Great Confucian will write down the names of the deities."

Pausing for a moment, he looked at Marquis Wu. "I can't guarantee that my soul won't be scattered by the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth when I confer deity titles. If—"

Before he could finish, a voice said, "I'll do it."

He was dressed in a green robe and had a white beard.

The assistant head of the Imperial City Academy spoke so lightly.

Marquis Wu looked at Yan Zhenqing who was slowly walking forward and sighed. He cupped his hands and said, "Brother Yan, I didn't take good care of…"

Without waiting for him to finish, Yanzhen straightened his clothes and bowed to Marquis Wu. "Marquis Chongwu, in order to protect Heavenly Mystic, you have not returned after tens of thousands of bloody battles. Please accept my bow."

He bowed to the ground.

When he straightened his back, his gaze landed on a broken fan in the soldier's hand.

"Mingze has fulfilled his wish to protect a region."

Although he said that, there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.

"As his father, I don't have any other abilities. I cultivate Confucianism and am not good at fighting. I can't avenge him even if I wanted to."

Turning around, Yanzhen looked at Han Muye. "Let me handle this matter. This is the only thing I can do."

Han Muye hesitated and nodded.

This was a father's wish, and he didn't know how to refuse it.

However, it was not so easy to confer a deity title with a brush.

Once he started writing, his soul would be drawn by the deity investiture altar and the Deity Roll Call and he would not be able to rest in peace for the rest of his life.

Even someone as strong as Yan Zhenqing might not be able to withstand the torture of his spirit day and night.

Marquis Wu waved his hand to let the army return.

Han Muye and Yan Zhenqing followed Marquis Wu into the tent.

"Previously, when I surrounded and killed the Divine King of the No Resentment Realm, the No Resentment Realm and the Immortal Spirit World joined forces to take revenge and broke through a guarded realm.

"Hundreds of thousands of troops have fallen, and our Heavenly Mystic defense line has been forced to move back 30 million miles."

Marquis Wu sat in front of the long table with a murderous look on his face.

His cultivation was profound, and his words and actions could trigger changes in the power of heaven and earth.

At this moment, there was anger in his heart. Instantly, the tent became gloomy and solemn.

"30 million miles of defense line?" Yan Zhenqing frowned and said in a deep voice, "Wouldn't that expose our Heavenly Cycle Protection Formation?"