MAXIMUM COMPREHENSION: TAKING CARE OF SWORDS IN A SWORD PAVILION - Chapter 1913: 790, Heavenly Secret City, Luo the Madman

Without entering the city, one could see the smoke and fireworks from afar outside Heavenly Secret City.

Different from the desolate deserts teeming with demon beasts, people from the human race, driving various War Armor Puppets and Skyfliers, were everywhere outside Heavenly Secret City.

This place was a crystallization of the human race’s cultivation inheritances.

Moving closer, Han Muye could clearly see the city fortifications in front of him.

“Immortal Burial City.” The voice of the God-Slaying Puppet Fighter behind him whispered.

The dark green-black city walls looked as if they were forged from metals, and it was clear that the power of puppetry was aiding their construction within the city.

This city was not much different from the Immortal Burial City that had trapped the God-Slaying Puppet Fighter for countless years in Han Muye’s hands.

“Looking at this, the Immortal Burial City must have been built by the Heavenly Secret City,” Han Muye nodded.

In the Primordial Universe, there were many remnants and inheritances from the Galaxy Universes, or rather, methods of rule from ancient times.

Now, many of these relics and methods are under the control of the powerful beings within the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield.

Only a small amount are scattered across the vast expanse of the Primordial Universe, with the Immortal Burial City and Dripping Blood Cliff being among them.

“If Heavenly Secret City uses the same methods as Immortal Burial City,” the God-Slaying Puppet Fighter’s eyes gleamed as it turned to look at Han Muye, “could it be the core of the Temple of Ten Thousand Gods?”

Temple of Ten Thousand Gods.

Using halls to connect countless large cities and territories.

And possibly, even connecting various universes.

Han Muye stood there with a profound divine light in his eyes.

Cold Moon City had a Trading Hall of the Temple of Ten Thousand Gods, where one could trade with various powerhouses through that hall.

Such a method was incredibly mystical.

But he had tried, the Temple of Ten Thousand Gods could not connect with the temples beyond the Galaxy Universe.

Such as the Immortal Burial City.

Initially, when he activated the Temple’s Trading Hall, he really thought he could connect with the Immortal Burial City through it.

“If it truly is a Great Array Hub, perhaps, there might indeed be ways to connect with inheritances and methods from other universes,” Han Muye murmured softly.

Could he connect from Heavenly Secret City to the Primordial Universe?

The Galaxy Universe at its peak, must certainly have had methods to rule over various places.

The Temple of Ten Thousand Gods’ Trading Hall might just be one such method.

“Back in the day, Heavenly Secret City was indeed a hub for the Temple of Ten Thousand Gods, but later on, the Temple was ostracized by various factions, many divine-level powerhouses went into seclusion, and Heavenly Secret City was forced to be handed over,” the voice of Great Venerable Muyue rang out.

“The original power that Heavenly Secret City had to control other universes was stripped away, and many methods could no longer be used.”

“Many blacksmiths in Heavenly Secret City wish to restore its methods, but sadly, even Zheng Yaoyang could not achieve it.”

Although Zheng Yaoyang’s refining skills might not be said to surpass his predecessors, they were indeed immensely powerful.

In the entire Galaxy Universe, there were not many who could surpass him.

Han Muye nodded.

He also could not think of how to control such a city or how to activate those methods that could connect with various universes.

As they walked towards the city center, at the entrance, guards checked Han Muye’s blacksmith badge and respectfully invited him into Heavenly Secret City.

“Let’s head to the Trading Area first, it’s the only place in the entire divine realm that allows trading of Primordial-level Battle Puppet components and even Universe-level Puppet Fighters,” Great Venerable Muyue spoke as they entered the city.

The entire Heavenly Secret City was spacious and bright, with a mechanical, Metal-type atmosphere all around.

Han Muye could feel that this city seemed alive.

This was not an illusion.

Because he had felt the same sensation in the Immortal Burial City.

“Alright, let’s head to the Trading Area first,” Han Muye said. In the Galaxy Universe and divine realm, his greatest demand was to find more Primordial-level Battle Puppets.

These were his main reliance for facing the Quantum Tribulation upon returning to the Primordial Universe.

The Quantum Tribulation could not be blocked by his strength alone, nor could he evade it by himself.

In the Primordial Universe, there were many people he cared about, and he wanted all of them to transcend through the tribulation.

Moreover, in Han Muye’s view, the vast majority of creatures that perished during the Quantum Tribulation were innocent.

If possible, he wanted to be the one to dissolve the tribulation that he had unleashed.

The broad street was filled with cultivators coming and going, among which divine-level powerhouses were commonly seen.

This was the divine realm, a place of powerful forces within the divine realm.

“Hum”

With a buzzing sound, Han Muye shifted a step to the side; a Flying Shuttle resembling a long spear made of metal floated towards him.

The Flying Shuttle was about thirty feet long and streamlined in shape, its surface flickering with a faint golden Flowing Light.

“Sorry, my Flying Shuttle isn’t perfect yet. The control is somewhat difficult,” a voice said from atop the Flying Shuttle, the black-robed elder sitting there apologizing.

The elder’s gaze swept over Han Muye, noting the Divine Artificer Badge on his chest, and a smile appeared on his lips.

“For such a young friend to be a Divine Refining Master, you are quite remarkable.”

“I happen to be heading to the Trading Area. Are you going there too?”

“Come, let me give you a lift.”

As he spoke, regardless of whether Han Muye was willing or not, he already reached out his hand and beckoned.

A faint green Flowing Light enveloped Han Muye, drawing him up into the air and onto the Flying Shuttle.

The God-Slaying Puppet Fighter was just about to step on board when the voice of Senior Muyue reached its ears.

“Don’t go; we can’t afford to provoke this one.”

Can’t afford to provoke.

Watching the Flying Shuttle carry Han Muye away in a hasty rush, the God-Slaying Puppet Fighter turned to look at Senior Muyue.

“He’s one of the top blacksmiths in Heavenly Secret City, one of the few in the divine realm capable of crafting Universe-level combat weapons.”

“Luo the Madman.”

“His craziest feat was to combine twelve half-step Universe-level Puppet Fighters, attempting to create a War Puppet Warrior that could surpass Universe level. But he ultimately failed, and his own soul was damaged, driving him into a crazed state.”