"Heavens!"
"Sword Heir, where on earth did you go?!"
"If I lose you again, where will I ever find another weak Sword Heir to serve as his Dao Protector? I was supposed to rise with you, chickens and dogs ascending to heaven, and become a near-immortal powerhouse..."
Yang Bone Celestial roared like a madman, weeping one moment and laughing the next.
When he wept, his grief was endless. Great drops of scalding tears fell, burning the ground into pits of magma. When he laughed, he could not stop, and the sound waves shattered space and every law for hundreds of thousands of kilometers around.
Below him, tens of millions of cultivators, including several Void Refining True Venerables, trembled in fear. They were afraid that, if this terrifying powerhouse grew careless, he would wipe them all out.
It might take only a breath. A slight exhale, and they would be gone.
No one knew how much time passed.
At last, the terrifying powerhouse regained his senses.
He looked down and reached out, scooping up three people without the slightest mistake: Xi Ping'an, True Venerable Shuo Yang, and Ming Guangzi, who had only just returned.
"You three carry the Sword Heir's scent."
Yang Bone Celestial sniffed, then asked darkly, "Where is the Sword Heir?"
The wrath of a Celestial, held back but aimed squarely at them!
The sensation was terrifying. The three instantly sank into darkness. Each was alone between heaven and earth, plunged into deep despair, every defense of the mind utterly broken.
Thud!
"Senior!"
"Spare me!"
Xi Ping'an dropped to his knees in an instant, without a hitch. "The sect's Great Sun Sword Heir sent me to find you. He said the Pure Yang Lineage and the Solar Inheritance Lineage could protect me and keep me alive."
"The Sword Heir