Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1895: 781, One thought, Life of All Things_2

Chapter 1895: 781, One thought, Life of All Things_2

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Where there is a spark, there is hope.

Even if this flame extinguishes, it can bring light to the living!

Light!

Living beings!

From beginning to end, Han Muye was never refining flames just for the sake of refining flames.

What he sought was light!

The light that illuminates all things and nourishes living beings!

Where there is light, there is fire, there is light, there are living beings.

The divided cl.u.s.ters of flames began to pulsate.

It wasn’t that they possessed spirituality directly, but rather the s.p.a.ces they illuminated vibrated continuously with the breath of life.

At this moment, the entire s.p.a.ce within the Purple Sun Cauldron began to churn, swirling with endless joyous atmosphere.

“Life…”

Watching the throbbing flames, Zheng Yaoyang murmured softly.

The Frost Giant and Azure Dragon beside him could no longer afford to be sentimental.

The spatial power around the Frost Giant grew fiercer, his body seeming almost to melt.

He couldn’t resist this kind of power.

The power of light.

As for the Azure Dragon, it was entwined with streaks of cyan-gray Flowing Light.

The various characteristic powers that composed his body were sprouting anew.

His Azure Dragon body, impacted by the various characteristics that had solidified and were now rising anew, seemed about to collapse.

In front of Han Muye, the divided flames had reached over a thousand blooms.

Then the next moment, they were ten thousand, a hundred thousand, hundreds of millions!

Living beings gathered, reproducing endlessly!

Not all of these flames burned brightly and continuously.

Many of them had barely divided before already bursting into nothingness.

“Life, death.”

“It turns out they are not relative, not relative…”

Mystification shone in Zheng Yaoyang’s eyes.

He replaced his physical body with a method of simulating life, then pursued the path of immortality.

His theoretical foundation had always been that life and death are relative, that life replaces death.

Those powerhouses in the divine realm who gave up their physical bodies and fused their soul power into Puppet Fighters did so because they believed in the relativity of life and death, believing their physical bodies would ultimately decay and continuously decline.

They had tried too, but that nearly immortal physical body was never perfect.

Therefore, they turned to Zheng Yaoyang, willing to be his experimental subjects.

They had succeeded.

Zheng Yaoyang had succeeded too.

It was perfect.

Apart from a period of weakness, a time of not being able to control power, everything was perfect.

This method of merging one’s soul into a Puppet Fighter in exchange for immortality had already been spread and propagated within the divine realm.

In the divine realm, powerhouses who could afford it, even if they had not switched bodies temporarily, would also prepare such a body for themselves.

Zheng Yaoyang, looking at the scene of the flames being born and extinguished before him, felt a chill run through his body.

Even as a body conglomerated from Flame Power, he felt an icy cold.

If the powerhouses in the divine realm knew that life and death were not opposing, but rather a form of self-evolving existence that does not interfere with each other, what would those powerhouses do?

They would angrily destroy the Zheng Family.

They would go mad.

A Puppet Fighter body obtained at an immeasurable cost, would it be useless?

Or to say, does this expenditure not have a true effect?

“How can this be…”

“Impossible, impossible…”

Zheng Yaoyang stared intently at the flames in front of Han Muye, growling in a low voice.

His lifelong beliefs were collapsing.

His body also felt like it was going to collapse.

He himself had given up his physical body to become a Puppet Fighter body!

Before Han Muye, streaks of flame fell.

They were the flames from inside the Purple Sun Cauldron converging.

Each flame landed in Han Muye’s palm.

Before Han Muye, countless afterimages appeared.

He saw at the peak of the mountain, a Thunder Bandit striking down, then a flame soaring up, this flame burning for thousands of years incessantly, eventually solidifying into a spark.

He saw within a profound abyss, tendrils of dead qi and demonic qi entwined, and a green flame igniting, stubbornly refusing to extinguish.

He saw a flame led by mortals, burning through fields and forests, driving away wild beasts, creating a radiant heaven and earth.

He saw a flame grasped by a blacksmith, the flames flowing and refining all sorts of weapons, Dharma artifacts, spiritual weapons…

Life of All Things.

Life of All Things ends.

Flames gathered, merging with the flames he had previously dispersed.

Within the entire Purple Sun Cauldron, the flames came together, ultimately transforming into a figure in a long robe.

“Master!”

Zheng Yaoyang and Linghui Silver Moon both exclaimed in shock.

Who could the figure standing before them be, if not their master, Xu Ziyang?

“No!” As Zheng Yaoyang’s body shook, he exclaimed in a low voice, “This body, it bears Master’s essence, this is, the power of fire transforming into the force of life, guiding the path of rebirth.”

His face filled with shock as he looked at Han Muye, fear evident in his eyes: “You, you, this is the Artifact Refining Forbidden Zone, how can life be refined here—”

Artifact Refining Forbidden Zone.

Refining weapons is refining weapons, not creating life.

Creating real life is something cultivators in this world cannot achieve.

Yet the body before them was clearly condensed entirely from fire as its foundation.

Such a feat should not be within the capabilities of cultivators.

“Thank you, Mr. Han.”

Xu Ziyang, who had opened his eyes, smiled and bowed to Han Muye.

A robust soul power surged once again within him.

This body, founded on the Golden Crow Divine Flame, not only could perfectly carry his strength of the soul but even allowed him to advance further.

Although he did not know where this further advancement would lead.

“This should be the promise given to you back then, right?”

Han Muye looked at Xu Ziyang before him and said softly, “The reward for guarding the Purple Sun Cauldron.”

That soul avatar on the Nine Mystic Peak of the Liantian Sect had refined seven treasures.

These seven treasures were definitely very useful for Han Muye.

Xu Ao was the guardian of this Purple Sun Cauldron.

“Actually, whether there’s a reward or not really doesn’t matter.” Xu Ziyang turned his head to look around at the heaven and earth, his face a mix of emotions.

“If it weren’t for the Purple Sun Cauldron’s protection, I wouldn’t have been able to survive.”

Purple Sun Cauldron.

Han Muye also looked up.

The world in front of him began to shake and tremble.

As if it were responding to him.

He spread his hands, and a flame appeared in his palm.

Just like before: splitting, scattering, flickering, and extinguis.h.i.+ng.

In the blink of an eye, ten thousand divine flames converged again in the Purple Sun Cauldron.

Golden Crow Divine Flame.

The genuine Golden Crow Divine Flame.

For Han Muye, who could turn the Golden Crow Divine Flames into life, it was a simple task for him to create these flames which contained all the understood rules from the ten thousand Golden Crow Divine Flames.

Of course, this is where the spatial power of the Purple Sun Cauldron truly s.h.i.+nes.

Away from the s.p.a.ce of the Purple Sun Cauldron, Han Muye still lacked the means to create Golden Crow Divine Flames.

His cultivation abilities, his level in refining weapons, were not enough to truly create life.

The Purple Sun Cauldron was the place to nurture and condense the Golden Crow Divine Flames.

Or rather, to preserve the spark of life.

With the spark, there’s hope.

“You, you’re leaving me hope, aren’t you?” Han Muye murmured softly as he looked at the re-gathered Golden Crow Divine Flames before him.

“Buzz”

The Purple Sun Cauldron vibrated, and Han Muye reached out and gently took hold of it.

In front of him, a series of phantoms emerged.

Eventually, these phantoms all merged into one scene.

A Golden Cauldron stood imposingly, stretching from heaven to earth, crossing countless worlds in the void, leaving behind myriad of flames.

These flames illuminated each of those worlds.

Among them was the Primordial Universe.

So it turns out that the origin of the Golden Crow clan was like this.

Before Han Muye, a three-foot high Golden Cauldron gently floated.

“My gift, it’s satisfactory, isn’t it?”

A light chuckle echoed by Han Muye’s ear, then faded away.

It was that soul avatar seated atop Nine Mystic Peak.

The gift was indeed substantial.

With this Purple Sun Cauldron, Han Muye could now control the Power of Fire across the world.

This power was life and death.

One day, through the Flame Power, Han Muye could refine real life.

“Your gift, I accept it.”

The value of the Purple Sun Cauldron was secondary; the spark of life and hope it brought was what Han Muye truly valued.

Moreover, since the gift had been presented, Han Muye was confident in accepting it.

Lifting his hand, the Golden Cauldron directly entered his divine spot.

The three soul imprints that were originally in the divine spot instantly scattered.

The other treasures also carefully distanced themselves, as if they were afraid of being devoured by the ma.s.sive cauldron.

Having stored the cauldron, Han Muye turned around.

Before him stood Zheng Yaoyang, Linghui, and Silver Moon.

On the other side was the reborn Xu Ziyang.

“Honor the bet, acknowledge the loss; you know the rules of the Purple Sun Cauldron.”

“Your soul imprints have already merged with the Purple Sun Cauldron, life and death lie within a single thought from Mr. Han.”

Xu Ziyang addressed the three people before him indifferently.