Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 2085: 867, Flame Body, Undying
After returning to the Lower Plane, it was not easy for them to enhance and replenish their Source Energy.

But with these pills, it became simpler. A single pill, serving as the starter for cultivation, could transform into the foundation of flawless Source Energy.

“Hum—”

The cauldron vibrated, and spiritual herbs were fed into it once again.

…

One month later.

Above the altar, two figures intertwined.

“Boom—”

A fist, condensed from flames, struck out, and Zhu Rong rushed forward without hesitation towards the calm-faced Han Muye.

The golden flame fist transformed into a majestic lion mid-air, pouncing towards Han Muye.

Han Muye raised his hand and pressed the lion down, then kicked Zhu Rong on the shoulder, sending him flying back to his original position.

Far from being annoyed, Zhu Rong was excited. His body, clad in flame battle armor, surged as golden flames twirled around him. A flaming spear materialized in his hands as he charged towards Han Muye once again.

Unfortunately, Han Muye still easily snuffed out the flames around Zhu Rong with a palm, then smashed the flaming spear in his hands with a punch, and drove another punch into his chest.

Zhu Rong’s body could not withstand the punch and shattered instantly.

“Ah—”

A few of the tribespeople watching below exclaimed in shock.

The rest seemed unsurprised.

The shattered body of Zhu Rong transformed into flames and reconstituted three meters away.

A flame body, undying and indestructible.

This is the essence of Flame Power.

“Brother Han, can I come with you now?”

After the great battle, a proud Zhu Rong walked down from the altar, looking towards Han Muye at his side.

A few days ago, Han Muye had told him he was leaving, and Zhu Rong wanted to go with him but was refused by Han Muye.

Han Muye’s reason was Zhu Rong’s insufficient strength.

That had led to the battle they had today.

In this battle, although Zhu Rong was still completely disadvantaged, he also showed strength no less than other divine beasts.

His combat strength had now surpassed the totem beast of the Blazing Prairie Tribe.

“If you were to come with me, what would become of the tribespeople of the Blazing Prairie Tribe?” Han Muye looked around and asked.

Although these tribespeople had also practiced some of the cultivation techniques taught by Han Muye, their combat strength had only slightly improved, incomparable to the completely transformed Zhu Rong.

If Zhu Rong left, the Blazing Prairie Tribe without the protection of a totem beast, who knows what would happen.

“I, I want to bring the tribe with me.” Zhu Rong lifted his head, his eyes revealing a touch of hope and longing.

“In the past, we never dared to dream of going far away, but now, I want to take them to see the distance.”

These tribespeople were born on this wasteland, most of whom have never left a thousand kilometers radius.

Most of them would die in battles with demon beasts.

Even Zhu Rong himself had never thought of going far in the past.

Now that he possessed the Power of Fire, he dared to dream of things he never dared before.

To take his tribespeople to see the world.

Han Muye turned and looked towards the tribespeople of the Blazing Prairie Tribe, who were spreading out to attend to their own affairs.

When he himself left the Western Frontier for the Central Continent, entering the Nine Heavens from the Central Continent, and finally breaking into the celestial world, stepping through the Divine Realm, he had many old friends accompanying him all along the way.

These people might have entangled his path of cultivation, but it was precisely because of these many ties that he could go farther.

Han Muye had always felt that the heartless path of cultivation was not suitable for him, only the path with compassion was the true way that could lead him to achieve the highest cultivation abilities.

Zhu Rong’s words were utterly simple.

Yet, it was this simplicity that revealed the true Source.

The Source of cultivation.

All cultivation in the world is led by spirituality; otherwise, it would ultimately become heartless and desireless, eventually dissolving and merging with the Heavenly Dao.

The power of Heavenly Dao in the primordial world is strong, perhaps supported by this kind of compassionate path?

Although he couldn’t be sure his ideas were correct, Han Muye decided to give it a try.

“Okay, then we’ll stay, and I’ll refine some weapons to enhance your tribespeople’s combat strength.”

The combat strength of the Blazing Prairie Tribe’s people was decent, and with weapons and cultivation, they could handle ordinary demon beasts.

Among the human race in the primordial world, those without combat ability would have perished long ago.

Zhu Rong was overjoyed when he heard that Han Muye agreed to take the Blazing Prairie Tribe’s people away.

Moreover, Han Muye was going to refine weapons.

When Zhu Rong shared this news, everyone in his tribe was ecstatic.

Zhu Tian led a group of strong tribespeople to bring beast teeth, beast bones, and various collected ores to Han Muye.

Just as in the Azure Heaven Plane, these materials were flawless in origin and could unleash power with simple refinement.

Not wasting the free labor of Zhu Rong, Han Muye had him melt those ores with the Power of Fire and continuously blend and temper them.

A group of strong tribespeople who had no other outlets for their energy took up hammers and forged rough shapes.

Zhu Tian and other less strong tribespeople polished the beast teeth and bones.

The women completed the tasks of polishing, binding, and bonding.

All the steps in the process concluded with Han Muye who would then engrave the divine patterns on them.

After understanding the flame divine patterns on the altar, Han Muye had many conjectures about other kinds of divine patterns.

However, on these weapons, Han Muye did not try to engrave other patterns, at most adding some variants.

For instance, after carving three flame divine patterns on the back of a thick Mountain Splitting saber and adding one wind-attribute divine pattern, the power of the flames on the saber could be enhanced threefold.

The bone arrow that only had one flame divine pattern had a metal-type divine pattern engraved on its tip, which allowed it to possess a stronger armor-piercing capability.

These weapons might not be considered very strong in the primordial world due to the suppression of the Heavenly Dao, but in the Lower Plane, each one was a divine artifact.

The origin divine patterns engraved on them, each was capable of devastating destruction.

In three months’ time, every one of the hundred or so tribespeople in the Blazing Prairie Tribe had a suitable weapon.

Not only did they have weapons, but they even had a few oddly shaped pieces of armor.

In the past, the tribespeople of the Blazing Prairie Tribe did not lack the desire to make these items.

But life was hard, and everyone was fully engaged in hunting. They simply had no time to gather materials to make weapons and armor.

What’s more, they lacked the artificing methods and the ability to engrave divine patterns; such weapons and armor were like paper in front of demon beasts.

Now, with just Zhu Rong alone, the tribe had more food than they could eat, and with Han Muye’s engraving of divine patterns, the production of both weapons and armor had increased and strengthened.

Outside Han Muye’s stone house, Zhu Rong gripped a hooked spear, continuously waving it.

Just holding these weapons did not mean they could fully utilize their combat strength; they also needed to practice various combat techniques and skills.

Previously, Zhu Rong thought merely having weapons would allow them to exert formidable combat strength, but after being taught a few lessons by Han Muye, he obediently began to learn the art of fighting.

“Zhu Rong, the Huangyan Tribe’s people are coming for help!”

In the distance, a tribesman carrying a large bow shouted.

Zhu Rong stopped his movements and quickly ran over.

A moment later, he led a tall, blood-covered young man to Han Muye’s stone house.

“Brother Han, the Huangyan tribe was breached by demon beasts, their contracted beasts were defeated, and the tribe members were killed and scattered.”

Zhu Rong’s voice was somber as he spoke.

The Huangyan Tribe was five hundred miles away and had a good relationship with Zhu Rong’s tribe.

Zhu Rong’s mother was from the Huangyan Tribe.

Han Muye looked at the young man who had come from the Huangyan Tribe seeking help, his blood essence swirling in decline, and several wounds on his body continuously bleeding, clearly losing his origin source.

He was stubbornly holding on to reach this place.

Han Muye raised his hand and a strand of aqua-colored Flowing Light landed on the young man from the Huangyan Tribe.

The Flowing Light enveloped him, and his wounds quickly healed.

This sight stunned the young man, his face showing amazement.

What kind of magical technique was this?

Han Muye flicked another aqua-colored pill into the air in front of Zhu Rong, “This pill can replenish the origin source; otherwise, he’s near death.”

Zhu Rong hastily stuffed the pill into the young man’s hand, but he would not take it, just gritting his teeth, “Zhu Rong, you must save my Huangyan Tribe, my father said to integrate our Huangyan Tribe into your Blazing Prairie Tribe.”

“Zhu Rong, my father is your uncle, you can’t not save us!”