Celestial Lord Shuo Yang's strike came for the kill. Blood Stiff Celestial Lord, who hailed from Blood Lake Bone Mountain, a true sect of the upper realm, saw his attack broken with ease. Both his curse and his rotting palm, laden with immense power, were pierced by golden threads in an instant and devoured completely.
Divine Firmament Heavenly Lord and Blood Stiff Celestial Lord fell silent.
Both men's mouths went dry.
They had prided themselves on being true cultivators of the upper realm, peak Spirit Transformation cultivators of their sects. Yet since arriving in this small world, everything had seemed turned upside down. Any Spirit Transformation cultivator they happened to encounter far surpassed them in individual strength. Had they met one alone elsewhere, they would surely have died in short order.
"...Fellow Daoist, may I ask your name?"
Divine Firmament Heavenly Lord's voice sounded strained.
He still used "Fellow Daoist," but it no longer carried the lofty air of a superior stooping to honor talent. This time, his respect was far more sincere, straight from the heart.
"Your Excellency, this humble cultivator is called Shuo Yang. I am of no consequence."
Celestial Lord Shuo Yang spoke humbly.
"Fellow Daoist Shuo Yang,"
"are you the... Celestial Lord Shuo Yang that person mentioned?"
Divine Firmament Heavenly Lord sounded startled and doubtful.
"Celestial Lord Shuo Yang, that useless wretch."
Those had been the azure-robed youth's exact words. At the time, Divine Firmament Heavenly Lord had assumed Shuo Yang was someone insignificant and paid him no mind.
But now it seemed the strength of a cultivator who could face a fourth-realm Immortal Sword cultivator and still survive was not to be underestimated.
Perhaps all three of them had lost a war against that fourth-realm sword cultivator for dominion over this world.
They had lost,