Human sword cultivators!
The name of human sword cultivators had resounded through the endless cosmos since ancient ages beyond record, renowned for cruelty, madness, tyranny, and bloodshed.
They were the sharpest edge of the overlord race of the endless starry sky.
Sword cultivators were born upon the racial battlefields of endless death. Unlike law cultivators, who were naturally free and unrestrained, they possessed an extremely high degree of order. Lower-ranked sword cultivators naturally obeyed higher-ranked sword cultivators; weaker Sword Scions naturally obeyed stronger Sword Scions. Within a group of Sword Scions, only one sword cultivator could be called the Sword Scion.
If several Sword Scions of the same rank existed, what then?
They fought, fled, won, died—that was all. The strongest sword cultivator to emerge victorious would become the Sword Scion of that sword cultivator group. They would never split into several factions and fight separately.
This profession, this path, appeared to be merely a distinction between law cultivators and sword cultivators, body cultivators, artifact cultivators, and the like. Yet a more precise description was a "racial army"!
Sword cultivators—the racial army of humanity, the overlord race of the endless starry sky!
They were a natural racial army, racial supremacists who emphasized order and rank. They were born warlike; the stronger and purer a sword cultivator was, the more they craved war. To stop them from plunging into war was practically to become enemies locked in a fight to the death!
This path had always been known for its extremism, sharpness, and narrowness. The relative number of powerful figures it produced was exceedingly small.
From that already tiny number, the True Immortal Heirs it produced were even rarer still. The same was true of Sword Dao Human Emperors—rare throughout the ages. This was not a broad, steady road.
But once