Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1939: 801, See you again Huang Zhihu, sending Primordial Puppet Refinement Technique

Before Han Muye, a shadow slowly took shape.

Clad in cyan robes, his visage was solemn.

Looking at Han Muye, an infinite wistfulness appeared on the figure’s face.

“Qu Zhengjia has seen Mr. Han.”

Qu Zhengjia.

He had stood with Han Muye, participating in the Divine Refining Masters’ trial along with Xu Ao before becoming a Duantian Sect elite within the trial ground.

Xu Ao’s talent was rare enough, but it paled in comparison to Qu Zhengjia.

Xu Ao, also known as Xu Ziyang, had created the void cities, with divine beasts carrying the large cities through the void, the legacy shining undiminished for thousands of years within the Galaxy Universe.

So what had Qu Zhengjia, the man with even greater talent than Xu Ao, achieved?

“You are the master of Heavenly Secret City.”

Staring at Qu Zhengjia before him, a glint of sharpness shot from Han Muye’s eyes, “Or should I say, you are the master of the Temple of Ten Thousand Gods?”

Heavenly Secret City, Temple of Ten Thousand Gods.

The places where the remnants of the powerhouses from ancient times would exchange ideas after the collapse of that era.

The Temple of Ten Thousand Gods from that period was considered the strongest hub for information and resource exchange in the world.

“Indeed, Heavenly Secret City was once under my surveillance,” Qu Zhengjia nodded, then shook his head: “As for the Temple of Ten Thousand Gods, there was no real ‘master’ there, it was a gathering of like-minded individuals from that time.”

Looking at Han Muye, a bitter smile flickered across Qu Zhengjia’s face: “If one truly had to point out a master, perhaps you, Mr. Han, would be it, after all, it was your intention that established the Temple of Ten Thousand Gods…”

This revelation left Han Muye briefly startled.

All his calculations aside, Han Muye had never considered that he might actually be the master of the Temple of Ten Thousand Gods.

However, on reflection, it made sense, as his soul avatar had managed to refine seven inherited treasures; making some arrangements would be normal.

Yet, the Temple of Ten Thousand Gods hadn’t turned out as envisioned, seemingly failing to become the supportive existence that helps prolong the legacy of the Galaxy Universe.

“Has the Temple of Ten Thousand Gods undergone some kind of catastrophe?” Han Muye’s brow furrowed, as he turned his gaze toward Qu Zhengjia.

At this moment, it was clear that Qu Zhengjia was merely a soul incarnation, one that was in a state of deep slumber for countless years, with much of his power drained away.

With the strength and weapon refinement methods Qu Zhengjia possessed, enough to manage Heavenly Secret City, his current state was unexpected.

“It is true, the Temple of Ten Thousand Gods has undergone significant changes,” Qu Zhengjia sighed softly, his eyes drifting toward the turbulent Land of Illusion in the distance.

“Human nature…”

“I should have heeded your advice, Mr. Han. I underestimated the human heart.”

The construction of the Temple of Ten Thousand Gods, connecting countless worlds—this proposal came from the master of Nine Mystic Mountain.

The first Temple of Ten Thousand Gods, which is Heavenly Secret City, was also crafted by the combined efforts of Nine Mystic Mountain.

Subsequent Temples of Ten Thousand Gods were left for Duantian Sect to construct.

Before the construction of the Temples of Ten Thousand Gods, the master of Nine Mystic Mountain instructed Qu Zhengjia to maintain control over the core of all the temple’s transactions.

At that time, Qu Zhengjia had indeed done just that.

He collected all the cores of the Temples of Ten Thousand Gods in Heavenly Secret City.

That is to say, in this Heavenly Mystery Space.

In this way, even if heaven and earth were to collapse and the Dao to wither, Heavenly Secret City would remain the core of the Temple of Ten Thousand Gods, controlling the trade of all universes.

Qu Zhengjia, as the master of Heavenly Secret City, also acted as the proxy master of the Temple of Ten Thousand Gods.

However, over time, various powerhouses became increasingly dissatisfied with the Temple of Ten Thousand Gods’ control over trade.

The Temple of Ten Thousand Gods controlled the trade within the Galaxy Universe and other universes as well, preventing the newly risen experts from securing sufficient resources.

This was to be expected.

Old-time powerhouses always held sway over authority and resources.

This struggle for power and resources brought with it an encroachment upon Heavenly Secret City.

Yet it was not so much an encroachment as it was a gradual pressure.

The powerhouses from the Temples of Ten Thousand Gods were pleased with this development.

They preferred to hold the power of trade in their own hands.

Eventually, when Sword God Lu Yue arrived at Heavenly Secret City with the intent to take control, a great war ensued.

The war ended with a shift in the powers within the Galaxy Universe, forcing Qu Zhengjia to relinquish control over the core of the Temple of Ten Thousand Gods’ trade.

“If I had not given up the trade core, the spatial power within the entire Galaxy Universe would have gone into chaos,” Qu Zhengjia spoke softly as he shook his head.

Releasing the core, allowing those powerful beings to take control themselves, Qu Zhengjia had no choice but to merge with the sky core of Heavenly Secret City and enter a semi-sleeping state.

“Those who took control of the Temple of Ten Thousand Gods’ trading core not only failed to truly ease the restrictions but also caused more division, eventually even losing control over other universes.”

“I had no power to manipulate the Temple of Ten Thousand Gods and could only watch as the once mighty Galaxy Universe continued to decline.”

Qu Zhengjia’s words resonated with a hint of regret.

He had been entrusted by the master of Nine Mystic Mountain to control the Temple of Ten Thousand Gods, but in the end, he lost this authority.

And with it, the control over the powers of Myriad Universes was lost as well.

“They also thought of remedial measures, such as constructing the Myriad Domains Altar.”

“Still, these methods were ultimately not the right way, weakening control over the various universes more and more.”

The Myriad Domains Altar, too, could have control over the powers of various universes, but it was no match for the straightforwardness of trade.

In the absence of control over trade, locking down the top spiritual materials and resources, the Galaxy Universe sought to hold talents from all quarters in its grasp.

Sadly, even such measures ultimately proved ineffective.

“In all this, were there elements from those forces that shattered the Ancient Cultivation World involved?”

“Did Sword God Lu Yue want the core power to leave this universe?” Han Muye asked.

Back then, Sword God Lu Yue had told him that he would go to another place.