The Great Sun Sword Heir Stands in Judgment

"Having taken enormous risks, I unearthed the Sword Sect's foundations and planted sword flora with countless gifted young sword cultivators as the soil. I did not do it for that scrap metal which could only be refined to enhance sword intent."

Burning Bone True Lord shook his head.

"What I truly awaited was a Yang-aspected sword intent capable of defying heaven and changing my fate!"

"Just anyone..."

"Thinking they can come and pluck the fruit watered by my heart's blood—do you think that is possible, disciple Blood Bone?"

Burning Bone True Lord said no more. He looked at his disciple within the tribulation thunderclouds not far away, his eyes shining as though he were gazing upon a peerless treasure.

Blood Bone True Person's scalp tingled.

His heart pounded violently on instinct, seized by extreme unease.

Panic rose uncontrollably within him. His divine sense and sword intent repeatedly scanned his sea of consciousness, dantian, meridians, flesh, bones, and life-bound flying sword, again and again, even briefly neglecting the heavenly tribulation.

He found nothing.

Nothing was wrong anywhere. Over the past several centuries, he had reflected upon himself at every moment and had never discovered anything abnormal.

"You old bastard, stop playing tricks!"

Blood Bone True Person sneered, no longer paying him any heed as he focused on dealing with the tribulation thunderclouds.

Burning Bone True Lord was not angry. He merely watched him.

One day, two days, three days...

Before they knew it, half a month had passed. This was an extremely short time for forming a Nascent Soul; at least a year was needed to gather sufficient heaven and earth spiritual qi to shatter the core and form the Nascent Soul.

The commotion had been thoughtfully erased by Burning Bone True Lord. Anyone who approached had already become a pile