The Great Sun Celestial Pool carried Jiang Ding away in a desperate flight.
"Moon, don't distrust me so much."
"Do I really look like someone who'd kill the Great Sun Sword Heir on a whim? Surely not?"
Xi Yuan gave a wry smile.
Clang!
A dazzling sword light burst forth, weaving a net of destruction rules. It forced the Great Sun Celestial Pool back until it returned to Xi Yuan's side.
"Xi Yuan."
"Sword Lord, it's been a long time."
Moon looked a little embarrassed. She glanced around curiously. "Where are we? Why have I never been here before?"
"Moon."
"This is home."
Xi Yuan's voice softened without his noticing.
Just as with the current Great Sun Sword Heir, Moon had accompanied him throughout his youth. Unlike the cold and formless Black, she had always been there, and his feelings for her were different.
"Moon, open the pool's core."
Xi Yuan did not linger over old times. "I obtained fragments of an immortal art. I'm going to place them in the Great Sun Celestial Pool's furnace to nurture the Immortal-Slaying Art created by generations of Sword Lords. They should help it considerably."
"Moon, don't let this brat study them. I don't like him, and I don't want to hand him a treasure."
"And that Eastern Extreme Demon Sect inheritance-sharing arrangement is infuriating. I'd strangle him right now if I could. If a new Great Sun Sword Heir appeared—even one a little worse than him—I'd strangle him on the spot."
"It makes my blood boil. That's the inheritance of generations of ancestors..."
Xi Yuan went on and on, his face twisted with distress.
"An immortal art?!!!"
Moon froze.
Even so, she happily opened the Great Sun Celestial Pool's core furnace.
Hum!
Boundless, infinitely dazzling light of destruction enveloped heaven and earth.