The plump old man remained silent for a long while.
He recalled the years gone by.
His father, uncles, elder uncles, and ancestors had fought and slaughtered together, sworn brothers who never betrayed one another. At their poorest, they would rather forgo cultivation themselves than save up money to buy Sword Refining Materials for their ancestors.
No, that had not even been their poorest time.
In the era of their fathers and grandfathers, when they were at their poorest, the Lei Yang Sword Sect did not have even a single spirit stone. Everyone went bare-chested to hunt demons, to serve as dogs for immortal sects, to sell their lives. A great many brothers died before they finally earned a sum of spirit stones.
Sometimes they did not even receive spirit stones. The immortal sect cultivators were greedy and vicious, withholding even the payment for risking their lives.
In the final battle before the Lei Yang Sword Sect became the Lei Yang Heavenly Sword Realm, his father and Guang Lei Heavenly Monarch's grandfather died together, falling with many brothers before the dawn.
Before dying, his father had instructed him to take care of everyone's children, his little brothers. He told him that blood ties meant nothing, were not worth a fart; only the brotherhood between them was real.
At this moment, the plump old man's gaze became unfocused.
On the Deity Transformation Cultivator before him, he seemed to see the backs of his fathers and ancestors. Familiar figures emerged before his eyes one after another, laughing loudly, swords in hand, charging toward the battlefield without turning back.
"Why must you..."
"Little Guang Lei, why must you?"
The plump old man's voice was dry and hoarse. "With our ancestors here, with invincible experts beneath heaven, why should we worry? Why rush at