Somewhere in the distant starry sky, an unknown distance from the Nine Spirit Domain—perhaps beyond even the exploration range of a Near-Immortal Grade Sect—a Swordsman in Black Robes with an indifferent gaze suddenly awoke from seclusion.
"Great Sun Sword Son..."
The Heavenly Sword Son thought of that name.
A Mysterious Sense stirred within him. He felt that this name might appear again on his Dao Path in the future and bring him some trouble.
However, he did not issue an order for the sect to seek out this person.
Because this was a cultivator of the same realm.
"Ant, grow."
"Grow quickly. When you appear before me again, it would be best if you can pose a life-and-death threat to me..."
The Heavenly Sword Son murmured.
He looked forward to his enemy's growth, to turning him into his nourishment.
"Sword Son, have you encountered an enemy?"
"I will capture him for you at once!"
A hazy figure of lightning emerged nearby, bathed in endless Lightning Rules. His aura was utterly terrifying, yet his posture was humble and ingratiating.
"Lightning Lord, please do not be like this."
The Heavenly Sword Son frowned. "For a sword cultivator, dying in battle against someone of the same realm is an honor. You should watch my death without intervening, rather than paying me such close attention. You ought to have a cold and ruthless heart."
"Yes, Sword Son."
The lightning figure respectfully complied.
Yet the Heavenly Sword Son understood that his orders would not be carried out resolutely and completely.
Compared to the ancient Nine Great Immortal Sects, the Lei Yang Heavenly Sword Realm was not weaker than them—in fact, it was stronger—but it lacked a certain foundation, a kind of mercilessness forged through countless years.
Perhaps this was inevitable.
The senior and junior brothers