"Oh?"
"Uncle Sword Thunder, what do you mean?"
The Heaven Sword Heir's heart leaped.
"Go and fight, little Xuan."
"Not slaughter like hunting a beast trapped in a cage. Search for prey like a hunter, then kill it on your own."
Sword-Thunder Celestial spoke slowly. "We will never beat a celestial half to death, then send him into an arena to fight you. That would be an insult to war."
"You may draw on the sect's resources and intelligence, and influence the broader situation."
"Then seek out celestials of the Demon Race, celestials of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm, and any celestials outside our sect—even those of the Immortal Artifact Sect. Find them, lay your plans, wound them gravely, then fight them and survive."
"If you fail, that's fine. Run for your life. Escape one calamity and try again. As long as you're alive, keep going, keep going until you succeed."
"Or until you die."
"Throughout it all, you will receive no help or leniency from your old brothers. This is our ancestor's will, and believe me, his heart is hard enough."
"Of course, if you choose to pass up this opportunity, none of it will happen."
"We old brothers can eat, drink, play, and fool around for the rest of our lives. That's a fine life too. Not even an immortal could make us trade it away."
Sword-Thunder Celestial spoke calmly.
Among the Thunder-Yang Old Guard, some lived to eat and idle their days away; others strove to rise higher.
The choice was entirely theirs.
It would not matter even if every young member of the sect wanted to eat and idle his days away.
Their ancestor would live long enough to let them spend their entire lives in happiness. There was no reason the sect's legacy could not