No one knew how long had passed. When the Cosmic Star River had completely calmed, when the Yellow Springs River had flowed entirely through the Tiangong Star Chain World Cluster and vanished without a trace, four utterly ordinary cultivators once more set foot in this World Cluster, like a family out on a spring excursion.
They strolled between the worlds of the cluster, savoring this rare moment of warmth.
And, incidentally, they visited the World Clusters where this Great Sun Sword Son had once left his traces.
Scene after scene resurfaced from the river of time.
"...Sword cultivators take hardship and suffering as provisions..."
"...The Sun Sword Son is too soft-hearted. His strength clearly surpasses the Heavenly Sword Son's by a fair margin, yet he cannot kill him. That is because he has experienced too few life-and-death battles and cannot seize the moment in battle. This is the price of always remaining within the sect..."
The Sun Sword Son froze.
Then he truly felt somewhat ashamed.
Since he had been weak, he had experienced no small number of wars. He too had fought and slaughtered his way here.
Yet compared with this Great Sun Sword Son, drenched from head to toe in blood, he truly had lived too comfortably. He lacked the other's battle-hardened cunning, the ability to always kill opponents whose strength was not too far from his own rather than letting them escape.
From Guang Lei Heavenly Monarch to Qian Si Heavenly Being, then to the Immortal Artifact Son, all had been the same.
"Humph!"
"This is the extreme Demonic Sword Dao, quick to achieve and quick to die. How could it compare to the Taiyin and Taiyang Sword Dao?"
The Taiyin Sword Son was dismissive.
"It is indeed an extreme Sword Dao."
"Fail, and die. That includes