Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1924: 794, Soaring Cloud Armor_2

Translator: 549690339

“Sky Cloud Armor, is that the one reputed to cover heaven and earth with cloud qi and create illusions?”

“It is said that in ancient times there was black armor capable of creating illusions, turning one man’s strength against a thousand armies.”

“Not only that, the Sky Cloud Armor is not only able to create illusions but is also said to be able to divide into myriad forms, capable of creating ninety-nine incarnations, each possessing half of its original combat strength.”

If it were low-level cultivators it wouldn’t matter much, but if used by those with high-level combat power, able to divide half their cultivation strength and create ninety-nine incarnations, that would immensely enhance their combat strength, not just a little bit.

“Sky Cloud Armor…” Han Muye stood there, whispering softly.

He knew about the Sky Cloud Armor.

This Sky Cloud Armor was precisely the legacy of the Liantian Sect.

However, within the Liantian Sect, the Sky Cloud Armor was nothing more than a common item.

In ancient times, there were many powerful beings capable of seeing through illusions.

As for incarnations, without the augmentation of illusions, those of the same level clashing against each other, incarnations with only half the cultivation and combat strength were considered virtually ineffectual, no matter how many came.

Therefore, in that era, something as insignificant as the Sky Cloud Armor was not considered a truly precious legacy.

Han Muye’s gaze fell upon Master Yun Ji standing before him, who slightly sensed his attention and looked up.

“Since you wish to witness the artifact refining legacy of ancient times, then let me demonstrate,” Han Muye murmured under his breath.

He had intended to hide his skills, but now he discovered that a considerable part of the ancient artifact refining legacy seemed to have been preserved.

Would displaying the ancient legacy attract the attention of certain individuals?

Perhaps those individuals might possess memories of ancient times, which could help unveil the reasons behind the collapse of that once magnificent cultivation civilization.

Han Muye was also curious about what kind of force could have caused the fall of that resplendent era of cultivation civilization.

“I shall refine a Soaring Cloud Armor then,” Han Muye said indifferently in a soft voice. “I wonder how many will recognize this armor…”

Soaring Cloud Armor was far superior in various ways compared to the Sky Cloud Armor.

In the Liantian Sect of the past, the Soaring Cloud Armor was considered quite decent black armor, not top-tier, but extremely well-balanced.

Particularly, the Soaring Cloud Armor could borrow the power of heaven and earth for ten thousand li, enhancing its defensive power tenfold, capable of augmenting the overall strength of the wearer by five levels, and also creating an incarnation with seventy percent of the wearer’s combat strength.

An incarnation with the power of seven levels was more useful than any other method.

For cultivators of a certain level of strength, having an incarnation with seventy percent of their own power was comparable to operating their own black armor while simultaneously creating a Puppet Fighter.

A tenfold defensive power would allow one to stand undefeated at the same level.

Such black armor was naturally much stronger than armor that could only create illusions and divide into ninety-nine incarnations.

The artifact refining methods of ancient times were somewhat different from the battle puppets and black armor of the Galaxy Universe, leaning more toward the type of treasures found in the Primordial Universe.

A fitting treasure could provide a tenfold or even a hundredfold enhancement to a cultivator’s strength.

Naturally, even in ancient times, such treasures were rare.

“Hum”

In front of Han Muye, pale golden flames rose and danced around him.

Various spiritual materials appeared in the air before him, floating serenely.

The moment these spiritual materials appeared, the blacksmiths below sent out their divine sense to probe.

“Five Elements Gold? That’s used for refining black armor, right?”

“Yun Teng Wood, Gold-Cutting Stone, this feels like it has some ancient technique to it?”

Many narrowed their eyes slightly, closely watching the spiritual materials in front of Han Muye.

Master Zhu Yuan murmured to himself for a moment, then shuddered.

“Is this, the legendary Soaring Cloud Armor?”

“My master once said that the Soaring Cloud Armor was one of the true refining techniques of the Liantian Sect, long vanished in the river of time.”

“He also said, due to the change in attributes, not much of the ancient legacy could be replicated…”

Looking at Han Muye on the platform, Master Zhu Yuan’s eyes sparkled.

“Could it be that Mr. Han has already awakened his memories and found a way to replicate the ancient legacies?”

“Is this Mr. Han? Everything my master revered so devoutly in those portraits…”

At this moment, everyone watched Han Muye, to see how he would refine an artifact that could compare to Master Yun Ji’s treasure.

This was considered almost the highest level of refining in the world.

In a distant pavilion, Shangguan Hong, with a solemn expression, was fixated on the light screen before him.

He dared not blink, lest he miss any part of Han Muye’s refining technique.

He reached out to an old man standing with his hands behind his back, squinting his eyes.

“Indeed, the initial movements are of ancient artifact refining techniques, and you told me this person was a top-notch powerful being from ancient times, so mysterious that even you dare not reveal his name. I’m somewhat curious now.”

“If he succeeds this time, I will extend an invitation to him on behalf of the Shangguan Family.”

Upon saying this, the old man gently shook his head.

“But it will be difficult.”

“Because of the Heavenly Frost Hammer, it has already attracted the attention of many real powerful beings,”

“Even if he can beat Zhang Yunji, he cannot possibly beat Zheng Yaoyang, let alone that one…”

At this moment, Shangguan Hong was not listening to what the elder was saying; he just clenched his fists tightly.

His arms trembled slightly, as if he could not suppress his emotions.

When was the last time he observed Mr. Han refining weapons?

Was it at the foot of Nine Mystic Peak?

Back then, his heart was filled only with Artifact Refining, earnestly pursuing the grand path in his heart.

Back then, Mr. Han was like a godly existence in everyone’s hearts.

He was the ultimate goal of the grand path in their hearts.

How could he not be excited to see Mr. Han refine weapons again at this moment?

“Buzz”

Cloudlight shone brightly, and thunder and wind roared.

In front of Han Muye, various spiritual materials converged, starting to be refined in a process completely different from the Galaxy Universe.

Streams of Flowing Light gathered together, then split into strands of Golden Thread.

“Solidifying Gold into Silk!” Someone who seemed to have seen this refining technique exclaimed in surprise.

“Is this the Solidifying Gold into Silk method from ancient times that was said to pierce through thousands of armors without breaking?” Someone showed astonishment on their face and said in a low voice, “Isn’t this technique long lost?”

Nobody else was paying attention to them anymore.

Almost everyone had a light screen rise in front of them, recording the scene of Han Muye refining weapons on the platform.

Although this record could not capture the trajectory of the strength of the soul and therefore could not completely reveal all the secrets of this refining event, it was still a rare opportunity.

The reappearance of an ancient weapon refinement method was an opportunity that might not come once in thousands of years.

Glimpsing forward at Han Muye, Master Yun Ji’s expression changed slightly.

He hummed lowly to himself, “Ancient inheritance, sticking to old things, sometimes is not necessarily the best.”

As he spoke, his expression grew more serious.

“Buzz”

The Golden Thread in front of Han Muye trembled, as if it was about to shatter.

In the next instant, the Golden Thread exploded in all directions, turning into numerous tiny golden beads.

The golden beads were so small they were like mist, turning the space in front of Han Muye golden.

“Is this, a refining failure?” Someone frowned, looking up in confusion.

“I heard Solidifying Gold into Silk is extremely difficult; failure is normal, right?” Someone whispered, shaking their head gently.

“Good!” Just then, a voice cried out.

The voice was so loud that it made countless people furrow their brows and look back.

In an instant, everyone fell silent as they turned around.

“Damn, it’s Luo the Madman, why is he here?”

“No way, the Luo the Madman whom no one in Heavenly Secret City respects, actually praising? This isn’t a refining failure?”

Everyone turned their heads to look towards the high platform.

The golden mist in front of Han Muye hadn’t yet dissipated.

This mist hung in the air, seemingly colliding quietly, then undergoing some unpredictable changes.

“Who would have thought, agreeing to bet on a match for you, I’d actually witness such a spectacular refinement,” Luo the Madman walked forward step by step, his face showing a trace of emotion.

His words made Xun Chu Yun and the few blacksmiths beside him change their expressions.

The blacksmiths watching from below also underwent a shift in their expressions.

A battle that had seemed without suspense, could it be, about to reverse?

Xun Chu Yun gritted his teeth, raised his hand, and a streak of Flowing Light emerged.

“Brother Zheng Yaoyang, it seems today you will have to take action,” his voice penetrated into the Flowing Light.

The Flowing Light flashed away, and then a voice came back.

“Okay.”

With that “okay,” a golden portal lit up beside Xun Chu Yun.

Zheng Yaoyang, wearing a purple robe, stepped out.

“Brother Zheng, later you’ll have to take on Luo the Madman in a bet. The reward I promised—”

Before Xun Chu Yun could finish speaking, Zheng Yaoyang already cried out in a low voice.

“What a marvelous Soaring Cloud Armor!”