"I do not wish to ruin your fortuitous opportunity."
At Pure-Yang Sword Heir's answer, Yang Bone Celestial's breath caught.
In those plain, unadorned words, he seemed to see countless mountains of corpses and seas of blood, countless Great Sun sword cultivators dying on the battlefield, never to return, while the Pure-Yang Sword Heir high above watched coldly.
Such calmness, such icy rational thought—and yet such madness.
Was this truly the right path for the Pure Yang Sword Dao?
Falling into madness was at the core of the Great Sun Sword Dao: battle and slaughter without rest for all eternity, until the day one collapsed or died completely. To stop was to face the backlash of the cultivation method and explode to death.
In the Great Sun Sword Dao, if you liked bloody battles, then go fight bloody battles. If you did not like bloody battles, then carry your fear into bloody battle!
Because once you stopped challenging powerful enemies, you would die!
At that moment, Yang Bone Celestial's heart trembled.
In the past, no matter how many times he had studied the Great Sun Sword Scripture, pondering it day and night, scrutinizing every chapter and every word, comprehending the profound principles within, none of it had struck him as deeply as facing the foremost achiever of the Pure Yang Sword Dao now.
Yang Bone Celestial prided himself on his madness, and others often called him Madman Yang Bone or the Mad Old Man. Yet before this mad sword-dao slaughter, destined never to have an end, even he could not help but hesitate.
Such hesitation could be overcome. The countless years of sword-dao slaughter could be endured.
But Yang Bone Celestial knew that this was not his Sword Dao.
It was not a Sword Dao he truly acknowledged in his heart.