"The Immortal Artifact Sect said Swamp True Venerable might be from the Heavenly Illusion Immortal Butterfly Clan?"
"True-Fire Heavenly Lord and Mysterious Water Heavenly Lord might be coming?!"
Light-Thunder Heavenly Lord was overjoyed. A wild fervor blazed in his eyes, especially when he heard that Mysterious Water Heavenly Lord was coming.
He did not hear a word the plump cultivator said after that.
"Seventh Uncle,"
"Thank you. Thank you so much."
"Thank you."
Light-Thunder Heavenly Lord was beside himself. He drew a deep breath, suppressing the restless bloodlust and desire in his heart. "I've traveled for over four thousand years and set foot in more than a hundred domains. Others say I have a fearsome reputation, that many Void Refining cultivators have lost their heads to me. But what does any of that really amount to?"
"Not one heir of an Immortal Order!"
"Not one prince or princess of an immortal-like race!"
"How could I be content with that?"
"If I haven't even slain an opponent like that, how could I show my face back at the sect, meet the Heaven Sword Heir, or even... challenge him?"
He thanked his uncle several times in succession, his words tumbling out in disarray. It was easy to imagine how fiercely his heart was pounding.
"Heirs of Immortal Orders? Princes and princesses of immortal-like races?"
The plump old man smiled bitterly.
Unless it was the Sword Dao Immortal Order, or some exceptional circumstance, spell cultivators had not the slightest interest in fighting peers of the same cultivation level. The Thunder-Yang Heaven Sword Realm's heir swordsman was only at Spirit Transformation, not a powerhouse standing at the pinnacle of the greater world. He had no way to force them to send their heirs into battle.
"Seventh Uncle, I was born in the wrong era."