In a distant starry sky an unknown distance from the Nine Spirits Domain, perhaps beyond the exploration range of near-immortal-tier sects, a black-clad swordsman with an indifferent gaze abruptly awakened from seclusion.
"Great Sun Sword Heir..."
Such a name surfaced in the Heaven Sword Heir's heart.
By some inexplicable intuition, he felt that this name might appear again on his path of Dao in the future and bring him some trouble.
Yet he issued no order for the sect to search for this person.
Because this was a cultivator of the same realm.
"Ant, grow."
"Grow quickly. When you appear before me again, it would be best if you can pose a life-or-death threat to me..."
The Heaven Sword Heir murmured.
He looked forward to his opponent's growth, then to turning him into his own nourishment.
"Sword Heir, have you encountered an enemy?"
"I will capture him for you at once!"
A hazy figure of lightning emerged nearby, bathed in endless lightning laws. His aura was terrifying beyond measure, yet his bearing was exceedingly humble and ingratiating.
"Thunder Lord, please do not be like this."
The Heaven Sword Heir frowned. "For a sword cultivator, dying in battle against someone of the same realm is an honor. You should watch my death without intervening, rather than concern yourself with me so much. You should possess a cold and ruthless heart."
"Yes, Sword Heir."
The lightning figure respectfully assented.
Yet the Heaven Sword Heir understood that his orders would not be carried out resolutely and completely.
Compared to the ancient Nine Great Immortal Sects, the Thunder-Yang Heaven Sword Realm was not inferior in strength, and was even stronger, but it lacked a certain foundation—a mercilessness tempered through countless years.
Perhaps this was inevitable.
Senior and junior brothers had fought their way out