What did the Pure-Yang Sword Heir want?
At that moment, the answer became clear.
He wanted the blood, bones, and deaths of every Dao Child under heaven to break through the limits on the path to transcendence!
Human Dao Children, Dao Children of the newly risen Immortal Orders, Dao Children of the ancient Immortal Orders, and scions of the near-immortal clans—he wanted them all.
Such greed, such fervor, would never be satisfied.
The Sun Sword Lord was speechless for a long time.
At that moment, he remembered the path the Great Sun Patriarch had forged.
Pure Yang's descent into madness had never been a flaw.
It was an advantage.
For a master of the sword, descending into madness was never a flaw, never a danger, but an opportunity sword cultivators were born with—a tremendous opportunity.
A tremendous opportunity they had possessed since the womb!
No need to search for it bitterly, to cross a thousand mountains and ten thousand rivers, or to seek it out one place after another. It was theirs from birth.
What supreme good fortune for Great Sun sword cultivators!
From the time they were weak, Great Sun sword cultivators slew their inner demons step by step, overcame their weaknesses step by step, and grew strong.
Generation after generation of Great Sun Sword Lords burned themselves up in a frenzied pursuit of the path to immortality.
This generation's Great Sun Sword Lord embodied the achievements of every predecessor's path and carried them further. Beneath his shy, youthful appearance lay madness twisted to its utmost extreme.
Become immortal, or die!
A wager that staked everything left the Sun Sword Lord at a loss for words.
The Sun Sword Heir instinctively took a step back.
He saw the Pure-Yang Sword Heir's eyes turn scarlet and blazing for an instant,