Those matters were far too distant for the hundreds of millions of cultivators of Youming Sword Cave Heaven to know.
All they saw was that, following the ancient laws of the sword, the sacred sword combat had yielded a result. A new generation of Sword Master had emerged, and a new sect ancestor had been born.
The ruler of Youming Sword Cave Heaven—the Great Sun Sword Master!
"Greetings, Ancestor!"
"Your disciples welcome Ancestor's return to the sect..."
"May Ancestor one day attain immortality and the Dao, and extend your lifespan by hundreds of millions of years..."
Row after row of sword cultivators from Youming Sword Cave Heaven slowly knelt to the ground, kowtowing to their new sect Sword Master.
This was the inherited foundation of the Great Yin Yang Sword Realm.
Every sword cultivator had been subjected to strict sect discipline since childhood and possessed their own understanding of sect glory. They did not regard either side in the sacred sword combat as an invading External Enemy.
"Kill this thief!"
"Our master raised you for thousands of years. To die for righteousness and uphold integrity—today is the day..."
"Kill him! Kill him!"
At the same time, some cultivators' eyes turned bloodshot as they charged forward without regard for anything, attacking the terrifying figure in the sky who was like a blazing sun.
Like moths flying into a flame, seeking death of their own accord.
Cultivators were people.
And people had feelings. To them, the Sword Master Taiyou and Guangming Sword Master were teachers, family, fathers and mothers—the pillars of their lives.
Now that they had witnessed the deaths of the two, many people went mad.
"Greetings, Sword Master."
Taiyou Sword Son and Guangming Sword Son clenched their fists, then silently knelt and performed the rites of juniors.
Clang!
A flash