Chapter 1903: 785. From today onwards, he is Grand Master Muye_2

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This place gathers countless demons, what is there to fear?

“Such a major event will not only shake the Wasteland, but other powers are likely to come for detection as well.” Only when the surrounding gazes turned away did Lu Zixu finally look towards Han Muye and speak softly.

The struggle involving the sacred altar and two Wasteland Overlords, the powers within the divine realm would not remain indifferent.

“Maybe strong experts from my Lu family will come.” A glint of light flashed in Lu Zixu’s eyes.

The Lu family is one of the seven great clans in the divine realm, with many powerful beings among their ranks. Just one or two Universe-level powerhouses would have no difficulty taking Lu Zixu and the others away.

“Let’s wait.” Han Muye scanned the surroundings and spoke indifferently.

He too wanted to see what treasure had caused two Wasteland Overlords to fight, and which powerful figures the altar implicated.

Grey rocks on the stone mountain trembled with Cloudlight, with demon beasts and divine beasts occasionally hurling figures down.

Those who were thrown off were all at ninth level or above, presumably the ones below ninth level had already perished.

This is the wilderness of the divine realm, how could one survive without sufficient cultivation?

Han Muye, however, was in no hurry, sitting cross-legged right there, clasping an ink brush in his palms.

This brush was a gift from Kong Zhongqiu, and now that Han Muye had left the management of Chongwen Pavilion, he could investigate it.

A faint spiritual glow enveloped the ink brush as Han Muye closed his eyes, with various scenes unfolding in his mind.

A lush green bamboo swayed in the endless Cloud Sea.

As time passed by countless thousands of years, the leaves of the green bamboo fluttered, each capable of tearing apart heaven and earth.

Such a bamboo branch is indeed a treasure.

“Green Pure Fortune Bamboo?” A voice rang out, and then an old man in white robes landed swiftly.

It was Kong Zhongqiu.

Looking at the green bamboo in front of him, Kong Zhongqiu showed a look of surprise, raising his hand, and golden streams of light transformed into golden characters to cover the bamboo.

The leaves of the green bamboo trembled, spiraling towards Kong Zhongqiu like blades.

The lush green leaves tore through heaven and earth and were blocked three feet in front of Kong Zhongqiu.

“Bind.”

With a single word from Kong Zhongqiu, all the bamboo leaves turned into a docile green snake coiling in front of him.

Kong Zhongqiu took the green bamboo away and then refined it into an ink brush.

This ink brush, with a single stroke, could break the shackles of heaven and earth.

Between the mountains and rivers, all was covered in ink and brushwork.

A mesh of light screens and images intertwined, this brush made from green bamboo from an unknown world followed Kong Zhongqiu as he traveled through various universes.

Within this brush lay the experiences of a top figure in the divine realm!

Moreover, it was the journey of a powerful Confucian Dao being who could at any moment wield his brush to express his mind and resonate with all things in the myriad worlds.

Han Muye immersed himself in those worlds, seeing all the splendor of creation, writing down all the sceneries of the world.

Around Han Muye, a faint mist-like aura flowed, enveloping his body.

At this moment, his entire being seemed to be sublimating.

Confucian Dao values the state of mind the most.

Although Han Muye had practiced the Confucian Dao, his cultivation realm was far less than that of a powerful being like Kong Zhongqiu.

Now, with the experiences contained within this ink brush, he could quickly gain comprehension.

The insights of Confucian cultivation technique were making his entire state of mind churn and rise continuously.

As the state of mind improved, so did the affinity of his physical body with the power of the Dragon Crocodile and the Kui, as well as the sword power he controlled, all starting to rise.

This was an enhancement after Han Muye’s cultivation abilities had been stagnant for a very long time.

This increase was an amalgamation of all his powers, elevating him directly to a level he had never reached before.

“Buzz”

A black three-foot-long sword vibrated within his body, transforming into the body of a Golden Crow.

One by one, golden divine patterns illuminated, from one to a hundred, then surpassing a hundred until one hundred and thirty-one divine patterns shone before coming to a halt.

The Golden Crow True Spirit Bone, after Nine Revolutions, condensed into the True Spirit Sword, becoming a Universe-level combat weapon.

At this moment, the true power of this Universe-level Treasure was finally unlocked.

With this sword in hand, one could contend with Universe-level powerful beings, break through heaven and earth, and use the divine patterns within to nurture the Golden Crow Divine Flame to burn all things.

In other words, Han Muye finally possessed Universe-level combat strength.

Coupled with the black armor on his body and the combat weapon in his hand, his combat strength could directly contend with those Universe-level powerhouses!

The God-Slaying Puppet Fighter sitting not far from Han Muye sensed something, turned its head, and smiled.

He could be said to have watched Han Muye grow stronger step by step.

From the beginning in Immortal Burial City, they had journeyed together all the way.

Until today, when he had witnessed Han Muye’s cultivation abilities reach a realm he could no longer sense.

Great Venerable Muyue turned her head, a sparkle flashing in her eyes.

All this time, she had never truly considered Han Muye as a peer.

Although she had been no match for Han Muye in terms of combat strength for a long time, she had thought it was because she had abandoned her physical body and her cultivation had declined.

Only now did she realize that Han Muye had surpassed her at her prime.

“In the future, I’m afraid we will have to call you Grand Master Muye…” Great Venerable Muyue whispered softly.

When the clouds around Han Muye dissipated, there was an addition of a mysterious aura to his presence.

This aura made him seem just like an ordinary person.

Outsiders who tried to sense him, regardless of their own cultivation, would perceive Han Muye’s cultivation realm to be the same as their own.

This included the Universe-level powerhouses.

“Huh, Brother Han, have you made a breakthrough in your cultivation?” Lu Zixu’s eyes widened slightly as he looked at Han Muye and asked.

Lu Zixu naturally noticed the change.

“I’ve had some gains,” Han Muye nodded and stood up.

In the distance, hundreds of Flowing Lights were fleeing.

Countless chains smashed down from above.

“Attack—” Someone called out softly, and the originally gray-green chains around them exploded.

Dozens of cultivators rose into the air, divine-level battle puppet armor appearing one after another.

“Hum” Sword light rose, sweeping across a swath of the cloudy sky.

This was the first time Han Muye had seen sword cultivators in the divine realm.

This single stroke carried the force of a top-tier Immortal Lord, half a step into the ranks of an Immortal Venerate, roughly equivalent to a Semi-Primordial Level combat strength in the Galaxy Universe.

The demon beasts and divine beasts in mid-air, massive in size whether winged or quadruped, all roared as they fell, their power of qi and blood thundering down.

The battle puppets collided with these mutated beasts, causing the void to vibrate.

The heavens and earth in the divine realm were incredibly stable; such vibrations could not break through them.

“Hmph.” There was a cold snort from the void, and a colossal shadow, thousands of feet tall, emerged.

It was a four-legged, one-horned giant beast clad in golden scales, whose mere snort imprisoned all the battle puppets.

The three-foot-long sword, after flying a thousand feet, slowly descended.

“Mmm” The giant beast murmured, and the entire gray Stone Mountain trembled, then slowly rose.

A mountain tens of miles wide was uprooted and flew forwards.

In that instant, everybody on the Stone Mountain felt an immense force bear down, rendering them immobile.

A few divine-level powerhouses beside Lu Zixu turned to look at him. Lu Zixu glanced at the unflinching Han Muye in front of him and gently shook his head.

The Stone Mountain flew across a thousand miles of land.

Standing on the Stone Mountain, one could see more and ever stronger demon beasts around them.

Among them were also several divine beasts with tall statures and a majestic presence.

As the Stone Mountain glided forward, a large divine beast turned its head, eyes gleaming with mirth.

“Whoa” A long cry echoed from the void.

Ahead, a vast altar became visible.

This altar was crisscrossed with intricate and mysterious marks.

Han Muye, standing on the Stone Mountain, looked solemn as he watched the slow filling of the altar with Cloudlight.

“This altar…” Han Muye had actually seen these marks before.

In the Kunwu of the Golden Crow clan, he had seen a similar altar, though the one sealing divine patterns was not as complex as this one.

And the array that sealed the Dragon Crocodile’s body on Dripping Blood Cliff shared a great similarity with the marks on this altar.

Given this, what divine object could the altar be sealing?

Was it now going to use all the human race on this Stone Mountain as a sacrifice to break open the altar with the power of the sacrifice?

A glint of sharpness flashed in Han Muye’s eyes, then he turned to look at two figures standing at the edge of the altar.

A gold, sky-supporting giant elephant and an old man dressed in silver white robes.

The sky-supporting giant elephant was the Jade Gold Divine Elephant, and the silver-robed old man was the Heaven-Howling Divine Wolf.

These two Overlords of the wilderness in the divine realm now stood opposite each other, grave-faced.

“God Master, the offerings have been brought.” The giant beast that had swept the Stone Mountain along boomed like thunder, then tossed the Stone Mountain toward the altar in front.

As the altar was cast out, the pressure on the Stone Mountain vanished.

“Boom” On the Stone Mountain, countless figures no longer dared wait; they flew towards the open spaces beyond the Stone Mountain, trying to escape.

If they didn’t flee now, they wouldn’t be able to escape at all.