This supreme powerhouse of the Sun Lineage in the Great Yin Yang Sword Realm was plunged into immense shock.
Ever since the patriarch had laid the path and established the Immortal Cult, nothing like this had ever happened. A single Sun Inheritance Sword Cultivator had slain an Immortal Cult peer head-on, displaying crushing, dominant strength.
This supreme powerhouse fell into boundless reverie.
A new path was emerging, and it had emerged from an inheritor of the Sun Sword Cultivators. The still lake of his heart, tranquil for so long, began to ripple with wave after wave.
The Great Yin Yang Sword Realm had been an Immortal Cult for tens of millions of years!
Over those tens of millions of years, every path had been traveled to its end, pushed to its limit. Every place that could be explored had been explored. Time was simply too long, and history had held too many heaven-favored prodigies and outstanding figures.
Yet even having reached their present limit, how did they feel when gazing upon that distant road to immortality?
An exceedingly, exceedingly faint hope—a thread of light.
That thread of hope seemed to exist, yet it had never drawn even a fraction closer. Tens of millions of years had passed, and it had never come a fraction closer. No matter what heaven-favored prodigies and outstanding figures the Great Yin Yang Sword Realm had produced through the ages, none could approach it by the slightest measure.
That hope was like an illusory flower in a mirror and the moon in water.
But now, a path that seemed closer had appeared.
How could that not make one's heart surge with excitement?
"Great Sun Sword Pavilion..."
The supreme powerhouse of the Sun Lineage was brimming with excitement. Unable to wait, he shared his feelings with his