The Floating Immortal Island could be seen from every corner of the secret realm.
In the far west, well away from the cultivators of Brahma Heaven Province and Shiva Continent, a group of cultivators also stared with burning eyes at Venerable Tyrant Blade's legacy ground.
"Eldest Senior Brother, the inheritance has appeared!"
A burly man with a bushy beard and two sabers strapped to his back looked excited, yet stood respectfully before a scholarly-looking cultivator.
Huang Wushen, the eldest senior brother of the Mad God Sect,
was also a formidable cultivator ranked seventh in combat strength on the Indra Continent, though his appearance was unremarkable.
Compared with his fellow disciples, whose looks were all wild and unrestrained, he was something of an oddity.
Huang Wushen nodded slightly.
"I know. I have my ways."
"Have you found that old fellow and that little brat?"
"They killed three of my disciples, and you just let them escape?"
At those words, cold sweat streamed down the bearded man's face.
"Eldest Senior Brother, the Divine Sword Sect's Old Sword God has truly formidable methods. We're no match for him!"
"As for Qianyuan, he certainly deserves his reputation as Brahma Heaven Province's greatest prodigy. His mastery of the Sword Dao borders on the divine. In my view, he's among the very best fighters in this secret realm."
Huang Wushen took a deep breath and waved a hand lightly.
"Forget it. Tell the disciples to prepare. We'll leave those two from the Divine Sword Sect alone for now."
"Venerable Tyrant Blade's inheritance takes priority. Everyone is now forbidden from flying. Even I will have to go to some trouble to take you up there."
"But that inheritance will be ours alone!"
With that, a sharp gleam flickered in Huang Wushen's eyes. As he turned to leave,