Chapter 1941: 802, Lu family, Giant Beam Continent

The Temple of Ten Thousand Gods without a master.

As time revolved, unnoticed, many from the ancient times—powerful beings once towering—had either fallen or departed.

Many of the major forces from back then had long since vanished in the river of time.

According to Qu Zhengjia’s estimations, there were at least several thousand masterless Temples of Ten Thousand Gods scattered across the universe.

Han Muye was interested in these temples, but they were not something he could simply obtain whenever he wished.

Whether it was ultra-long-distance teleportation or whether he would encounter formidable enemies in those universes, all these factors needed to be considered.

Inside the Heavenly Mystery Space, Han Muye didn’t linger for long.

The strain of keeping this space open was immense for Qu Zhengjia.

Luckily, Han Muye had already reactivated the core nexus, and from then on, Qu Zhengjia would only need to consolidate the powers of space and time, nurturing his own power.

He was now a body of soul, but he had no intention of reassembling a physical form.

With Qu Zhengjia’s cultivation realm and weapon refinement methods, forging a sufficiently strong body for the Puppet Fighters wasn’t difficult.

But he wanted to control the Heavenly Mystery Space, not to be constrained by a physical body.

“I’ll forge a new body when I get the chance in the future,” he said.

“Actually, I’m more looking forward to seeing what kind of Puppet Fighter you could forge, Mr. Han, one that uses reality to challenge the power of laws, a reversal of the immaterial to material,” he added.

“You once said that this was the goal of your pursuit,” he continued, looking at Han Muye with a touch of wistfulness.

To turn tangible weapon refinement into intangible refinement—this was a method Han Muye knew about, surpassing anything from ancient times to the present.

He had some clues, but the fleeting spiritual light evaded his grasp.

Perhaps, when he would truly be able to forge such an intangible treasure, would he be seeing through the rules of the entire cultivation civilization?

Upon leaving the Heavenly Mystery Space, people like Sun Zhi looked at Han Muye with great expectation.

“This is something Qu Zhengjia wanted me to give you,” Han Muye raised his hand, flinging a jade slip towards them.

Qu Zhengjia!

This was the name of the Sky-Mechanics City Lord, known only to a select few.

Even those who knew the name of the Sky-Mechanics City Lord would not dare to call him directly.

The people who could address the Sky-Mechanics City Lord by his name were probably few and far between in this world.

What’s more crucial was that Qu Zhengjia was the mentor of Sun Zhi and the others.

Whether or not there was a formal title of disciple, they shared a true bond.

Sun Zhi reverently took the jade slip, his divine sense sweeping over it, his face revealing boundless joy.

“It’s from our Master!” he exclaimed.

The others hurriedly gathered around, inserting their divine sense into the jade slip.

After a short while, they looked at each other and then bowed deeply towards Han Muye.

“Mr. Han, from now on, the actions of Heavenly Secret City will all follow your orders,” they proclaimed.

Qu Zhengjia had instructed within the jade slip that the Heavenly Secret City was to follow Han Muye’s arrangements.

Although they did not know why their master had said this, Sun Zhi and the others knew there must be a profound reason.

Han Muye knew that Qu Zhengjia would hand over Heavenly Secret City to him.

But in his view, he didn’t need to truly control this city.

“Let the Heavenly Secret City focus on its own affairs, driving the transformation of the crafting arts in the Galaxy Universe,” he stated.

“As for dealings with other parties and enhancing the status of blacksmiths within and beyond the divine realm, you may approach these matters gradually,” he continued.

Han Muye looked at Sun Zhi and the other Divine-level Masters governing the Heavenly Secret City, speaking out loud.

In his duel with Xun Chu Yun, Han Muye had demonstrated the Life of All Things technique, which could be considered a future direction for weapon forging in the cultivation world, an incredibly important one at that.

As long as blacksmiths adhere to the rules of the Life of All Things, their status in the Galaxy Universe would only rise.

Because for most blacksmiths, the treasures they refined possessed their own spirituality.

For those cultivators who desired the acknowledgment of these spiritually-endowed treasures, they needed the approval of blacksmiths.

Over the years, both the Armament Alliance and Heavenly Secret City sought to elevate blacksmiths’ status, but as the overall level of the cultivation world declined, blacksmiths gradually became vassals.

Now, Han Muye’s direction in refining would change this situation.

Those wanting a spiritual treasure must respect the blacksmiths.

“Mr. Han, Heavenly Secret City will certainly cooperate fully with the Armament Alliance to promote the development of the armament craft throughout the Galaxy Universe,” Sun Zhi spoke formally and resplendently.

But what he said was the plain truth.

In his view, neither Heavenly Secret City nor the Armament Alliance held much significance to someone like Han Muye.

Of those ancient powers who had survived to the present day, who truly cared about this world in their hearts?

They were only concerned about their own path.

If they could have even the slightest connection with such beings, that in itself was rare.

After spending a few days at Heavenly Secret City, Han Muye, along with God-Slaying Puppet Fighters and the Great Venerable Muyue, quietly departed.

Yu Zhen and others had intended to see him off, but Han Muye had declined their company.

Qian Zhan, for instance, wanted to follow Han Muye, but he needed to go into seclusion to refine the black armor Han Muye had given him and, thus, couldn’t leave just yet.

“Actually, if you asked, Mingtong would certainly follow,” Great Venerable Muyue said reluctantly, turning to Han Muye at his side.

“Why would I want her to come?” Han Muye turned to look at Muyue, shaking his head as he said, “If you want her to come, don’t involve me in it.”

This response made Muyue’s face stiffen, and after muttering to himself, he turned his head away.

Leaving Heavenly Secret City, Han Muye and his party hastened their pace without further delay.

The divine realm was indeed vast, with diverse scenery along the way.

Many landscapes not belonging to the Galaxy Universe were displayed before them.

This was the divine realm, the gathering place for the mighty from Ten Thousand Domains.

Since Han Muye had concealed his identity, naturally no one approached to extend an invitation.