Swamp Demon City.
Dark clouds covered the sky, and lightning filled the wilderness. Hundreds of thousands of prodigies from the hundred domains flickered in and out of sight amid the clouds and thunder. Among them were even subdued Void Refining cultivators, and the pressure of their battle formations surged skyward.
But they were not warriors.
The true warrior was the dashing swordsman in the palace of thunder.
They were merely servants at his side. Their pride had been utterly shattered and lost.
Millions of cultivators had gathered at Swamp Demon City, most of them sword cultivators. They waited quietly, not daring to make a sound. They were remarkably obedient and orderly, without any of the madness or bloodlust so common among sword cultivators.
"Dull."
"An early-stage Void Refining cultivator simply can't stir my interest as an opponent, even if he's concealed his strength and has ties to the Heavenly Illusion Immortal Butterfly Clan."
Light-Thunder Heavenly Lord sounded bored.
His sword heart could not raise the slightest ripple for such an opponent. The fight would be utterly meaningless.
"Little Radiant Thunder, my fellow Daoists from our ally, the Immortal Artifact Sect, and I are looking."
"We've already found several possible pairs."
The plump old man said, "The Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm favors a simple style of cultivation. They dislike pomp and believe in one person, one sword... Not that their cultivation is particularly frugal. The treasures of heaven and earth they consume each day are vast in quantity and extravagant beyond measure."
"Still, that makes their trail somewhat harder to pin down."
"If they're of the same mind as you, just as bored..."
Something suddenly occurred to him.
At that instant, Light-Thunder Heavenly Lord snapped his gaze in one direction.
At that same instant, in the jade-green palace at the very