Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1905: 786, Myriad Domains Altar_2

Translator: 549690339

If it hadn’t been for the God-Slaying Puppet Fighter’s punch shattering the silver streak, if Han Muye hadn’t caught two more streaks with his bare hands, the cultivators from various factions might not have put much stock in Lu Zixu, a descendant of one of the seven clans.

After all, that descendant from the Li family had spoken up, yet the God Master hadn’t given him any face.

But now the power gathered beside Lu Zixu was clearly formidable.

If they wanted to save themselves, they might have to join hands with this descendant of the Lu family.

Li Changyun of the Li family’s younger generation, Su Jinxing of the Great Wilderness Temple, and Bai Zhen, who was a direct disciple of Ancestor Bai Qing, all moved, flying towards the Stone Mountain where Han Muye and the others had positioned themselves.

The others weren’t foolish, either; they all sprinted to join them, putting all their efforts into it.

At this moment, most of the human race cultivators were already in the air above the altar, unobstructed by demons.

“Brother Lu, under today’s situation, we should give it our all. There may be a chance,” Li Changyun said, flying down and giving Han Muye a nod before turning to look at Lu Zixu next to him.

Han Muye, although formidable, was not as trustworthy as Lu Zixu, a descendant from the Lu family, ranked equally with the Li Family.

The others also nodded to Han Muye and then turned their attention to Lu Zixu.

Today, the strength shown by Lu Zixu could make him the leader here.

“Courting death.”

From the void ahead, a cold snort echoed.

What followed the voice was a roaring blast as if the heavens and earth were exploding.

Practically every cultivator below divine level burst apart.

Without being divine, one simply could not survive in the presence of a God Master.

The bloody mist engulfed the surrounding heaven and earth.

Below, atop the array, streaks of spiritual light and marks interweaved, seemingly absorbing all the blood mist.

“Hum”

An ominous hum came from the altar.

In Han Muye’s eyes shone a bright gleam; he raised a hand, and golden lightning began to converge at his fingertips.

Behind him, the phantom of a divine bull emerged.

“Boom”

The blast of lightning erupted, the rumbling sound covering the voice of the divine adversary.

Using his Lightning Dao supernatural powers, he broke the opponent’s supernatural powers!

This was a head-on challenge!

Those on Stone Mountain, such as Li Changyun, were all stunned.

Was his strength actually this immense?

“Woo”

From the distance, the sound of a horn echoed.

“Daoist brothers, I am Li Daojin. The young did not understand and disrupted your grand plans; I hope you can give us some face.”

A voice came from afar.

The voice carried with it a tremble that made heaven and earth sway.

It was less of a plea than it was a show of force.

A Universe-level powerhouse from the Li family!

Joy flashed across Li Changyun’s face.

“Which of my Lu family’s descendants are here, you should just stand fast and await help.”

“I, Lu Genghong, am already here, and will never stand by as family descendents fall in the Wasteland.”

Another voice rang out as well.

The elders of the Lu family had also arrived.

“I am Chen Junliang, may I ask which of my Chen family’s descendants are present?”

A voice thundered in the sky.

“Ancestor, Chen Yumin is here; we have detected that the demons intend to open the Myriad Domains Altar,” another voice replied from Stone Mountain not far away.

Li, Xun, Chen, and Lu—the four great families.

It hadn’t been anticipated that not only the Li family would come but even the Chen family had people arrive.

The incident on the Wasteland had turned out to be this significant.

“The Myriad Domains Altar?” Lu Zixu’s eyes showed surprise, softly exclaiming, “So that’s it.”

“The Myriad Domains Altar is a place connecting the myriad worlds, established after the divine realm assaulted the myriad worlds,” Great Venerable Muyue remarked quietly to Han Muye.

“Once the Myriad Domains Altar is activated, it will lead to the myriad worlds being intertwined, marking the beginning of the Contend of Ten Thousand Realms.”

“Elites from all powerful sides, from the various universes, will meet here.”

The Myriad Domains Altar was built by the divine realm powerhouses to bring together the elites from various regions.

The place held the essence of the cosmic forces, which could allow one to rapidly elevate their cultivation abilities.

It held the convergence of numerous Heavenly Daos, enabling those who entered to cultivate swiftly.

In the past, the divine realm was unrivaled among the myriad worlds, uniting all sides, and they established thirty-six Myriad Realms Altars with the purpose of cultivating enough elite descendants to eternally safeguard the myriad worlds.

However, with the decline of the Galaxy Universe, the Origin power was insufficient to sustain the opening of the Myriad Realms Altars, and many of them fell into disrepair.

In today’s divine realm, it seems that only the Top Three Families and a few other major forces still control these altars.

But even though the altars still exist, due to insufficient power required for their activation, few are willing to open these altars lightly.

“Are the Wastelands going to open the Myriad Domains Altar?” A majestic voice pierced the void, calling out loudly.

“Daoist brothers, shouldn’t you give us an explanation?”

The void trembled, revealing the figures of at least ten Universe-level powerhouses.

“Alright, it seems our human race had precautions in place already,” Li Changyun exclaimed excitedly, seeing his family’s ancestor and the figures of other human race powerhouses.

Today had been extremely perilous.

But now, it looked like as long as they could thwart the demons’ scheme, they would be greatly commended.

The other elite representatives also showed faces full of joy.

“Be cautious, those two God Masters wouldn’t have failed to foresee the calamities that opening the altar could bring,” Han Muye warned, his voice striking Lu Zixu, making him shiver.

Although the demons weren’t considered a top-tier power within the divine realm, they were also plenty strong.

The Wasteland was still under the rule of demons.

It was not to the point where they were forced into a corner with no way out.

“Steady,” Lu Zixu called out softly, his broken spear drawing power from the divine-level powerhouses behind him, forming a dazzling light shield.

This defensive power was several times stronger than before.

“Hmph, I knew you humans would interfere,” muttered the divine elephant, slowly lifting its head, eyes emitting a divine light that shook the entire world.

The earth and sky began to tremble along with this divine light.