Though they were called Sword Immortals, the two streaks of sword light belonged, at best, to Sword Cultivators. Neither had reached the Yang God Realm; they were merely guiding their swords with their Yin Spirits.
It was naturally easy for Tang Changsheng to catch up with them.
"Fellow Daoists, where are you rushing off to?"
The two Sword Cultivators were only guiding their swords with their Yin Spirits. Startled by his voice, they wheeled around in the air and went on guard.
Once they saw that Tang Changsheng was also riding sword light—and was unmistakably a true Sword Immortal expert—they relaxed and hurriedly saluted him. "So it's a senior!"
"Senior, may we ask which sect you belong to? Why haven't you gone to the Immortal Realm to hold back the calamity from beyond the heavens?"
"Oh, that calamity is nearly over. The experts of the various sects will be returning soon," Tang Changsheng said casually.
He was not making it up. The Heavenly Domain Storm in the Star Sea had long since entered its final stages and should not last much longer.
The two Yin Spirit Sword Cultivators brightened at his words. "So this Great Calamity is about to pass? Nothing could be better!"
Tang Changsheng caught the implication in their words. Was this not the first Heavenly Domain Storm? Did such storms occur often?
Interesting. Very interesting!
"Senior, Evil Cult Demons have recently appeared in the Human Realm and are wreaking havoc. We're on our way to subdue them. Would you be willing to come with us?"
"Yes," Tang Changsheng replied simply.
He could already tell these two Sword Cultivators were reclusive fools. They had probably spent years practicing the sword deep in the mountains, leaving them with precious little social sense.
They had begun by asking why Tang