Chapter 1347: The Inherited Sword Cultivator of the Lei Yang Tian Chun Jian Realm

Thirty-seven years passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, amidst the desolate Gobi of the Wasteland Domain bordering the Lei Yan Domain, an endless procession stood within thunderclouds and sword light; a masculine, domineering, and sharp pressure spread across heaven and earth, emitting a terrifying aura that made Void Refinement True Venerables suffocate and prostrate themselves.

On the ground, all living creatures involuntarily knelt and bowed.

Whether mortals or beasts, whether family cultivators or lone cultivators, whether True Sect or Dao Sect cultivators, or even Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong cultivators, at this moment they all paid great homage, daring not to show the slightest disrespect, their hearts trembling uncontrollably.

Only a very few bold ones dared to raise their heads slightly, catching a fleeting glimpse toward the center of the procession, curious as to what manner of earth-shattering great figure it could be.

It was a thunder palace spanning several thousand li, its dome piercing straight into the sky!

"Roar!"

"Roar, roar, roar!"

Surrounded by countless Lei Chong Guang and sword qi, nine Void Refinement-level Heavenly Dragons were bound by thunder chains; the chains dug deep into their flesh and blood, exposing white bones.

They roared in anger and unwillingness, yet were driven by those thunder chains covered in forbidden formations, dragging the thunder palace flying toward the distance.

"The sword dao genius of Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong!"

"What manner of terrifying person is this..."

A Void Refinement early-stage cultivator from a True Sect passing by here dared not raise his head at this moment; he knelt and bowed on the ground, paying great homage without ceasing, his body trembling so as not to reveal any abnormality.

As a Void Refinement True Venerable, he clearly knew where these nine Heavenly Dragons had come from.

Two thousand one hundred years ago, Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun, the peerless sword dao genius of the Lei Yang Tian Chun Jian Realm, entered the lower realm of the semi-immortal race Tian Dong Xue Dragon Court alone, slaughtered into the Red Earth Mountain Lei Dragon clan's territory, and with one man and one sword wiped out tens of thousands of dragon sons and grandsons on the entire mountain; dragon blood soaked the whole of Red Earth Mountain, and dragon corpses piled up everywhere.

At that time, Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun laughed wildly without ceasing, ignited the fire of sword dao, and drank heartily, one mouthful of wine, one mouthful of dragon meat.

Afterwards, he captured the nine strongest Lei Dragons, imposed forbidden formations upon them, and drove them to pull his carriage, serving as slaves and servants, never to be released for even a moment, not even by suicide.

This is the tradition of the Lei Yang Tian Chun Jian Realm.

Walking out of the sect alone for thousands of years, when he returned after bloody battles, there were already hundreds of thousands of human and demon cultivators around him, all obtained through slaughter along the way; he selected those with the strongest aptitude and comprehension in alchemy, planting, beast taming, and artifact refining to be his retainers and slaves.

These over one hundred domains' cultivators with the strongest aptitude and comprehension would be settled in Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun's territory to manage and rule his vast domain, countless Minor Thousand Worlds and Zhong Senior Qian Shi Gao Jie, completely loyal to him alone.

In fact, this submission was regarded by many cultivators as a great opportunity to leap over the dragon gate.

Every generation of the Lei Yang Tian Chun Jian Realm's inherited sword cultivators beginning their sword duel path would attract a large crowd of loyalists, willing

to serve as slaves and servants.

However, these voluntary cultivators were discarded by the Lei Yang Tian Chun Jian Realm sword cultivators like worn-out shoes, regarded as grass, and not cared about.

The sword cultivators of the Lei Yang Tian Chun Jian Realm have always only selected those with superior aptitude from sects and families of Void Refinement cultivators they themselves had annihilated and slain; on this basis, the higher the aptitude, the more intense the hatred in their hearts, and the greater the likelihood of being chosen by the inherited sword cultivator.

This, indeed, is the kind of slave and retainer the Lei Yang Tian Chun Jian Realm cultivators need.

Thousands of years ago, Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun walked out of the sect alone; now, with his footsteps having traversed over a hundred domains, he already had hundreds of thousands of cultivators around him, crowding and escorting him, with magnificent momentum.

The pressure was simply enough to make Void Refinement cultivators suffocate, their souls freezing with cold, daring not to generate any will to resist.

The existence of this Void Refinement early-stage cultivator prostrated on the ground was not ignored by the one at the center of the procession.

His gaze fell upon this Void Refinement True Venerable, staring for a long time before shifting his gaze away.

"Little Chong Guang Lei, what are you looking at?"

Beside him, a plump, very kind-faced old man asked with a smile: "He is merely a junior of the Void Refinement early stage; his foundation and background are both crude and unbearable; he should not be able to arouse your interest."

"No,"

"Seventh Uncle, all Void Refinement cultivators should not be underestimated."

Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun smiled: "Furthermore, dharma cultivators are different from us sword cultivators; they do not care much about face or dignity; this Void Refinement early-stage cultivator might be a powerful dharma cultivator in disguise, and cannot be ignored."

"Of course, this time it is not."

His appearance was handsome and free-spirited, carrying that unique arrogance and carelessness of imperial nobility, yet sometimes extremely meticulous, a very contradictory combination.

He withdrew his gaze from that trembling Void Refinement early-stage cultivator and continued to admire the thousands of Nascent Soul, Soul Transformation, and Void Refinement female cultivators dancing before him.

Accompanied by immortal music, thousands of female cultivators of varying figures, all of top-tier peerless beauty, danced in the sky; their robes fluttered, the dance so beautiful it made one suffocate, yet containing the essence of the Dao; it was sensual without being licentious, embodying a sublime dance art reaching the peak, as if narrating the beauty of the Great Dao, capable of making one comprehend the Dao.

This Great Dao dance capable of making one comprehend the Dao was merely used by the Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong inherited sword cultivators as a pastime for leisure.

Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong revealed but a corner of its foundation; even though it was not their main sword dao business, it still made people shocked without ceasing, beyond imagination.

The dance being beautiful was one thing.

What was even more critical was the identity of these peerless female cultivators.

They were all the wives and daughters of powerful enemies slain by Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun; every one of them had been in the past a heaven-favored daughter, a venerable ancestor's wife, a Lady, with extremely prominent status, peerless beauty, and top-tier aptitude and talent.

These top-tier female cultivators from over a hundred domains, unwilling to humbly submit to being defiled by others, were shocking.

"Little Chong Guang Lei, your sword cultivation is too arduous."

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"Even when enjoying yourself, you must divide your attention."

The plump old man shook his head slightly, feeling somewhat heartache.

He did not seem to be a sword cultivator, yet he was conversing as an equal with an inherited sword cultivator within a sword dao immortal sect, which left some cultivators puzzled.

Because in sword dao sects, the sword dao is supreme; all cultivators, even those of higher realms and greater strength, are slaves, and should be utterly respectful before an inherited sword cultivator.

"Haha!"

"What arduousness is there?"

Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun did not care.

"Seventh Uncle,"

"Tell me, regarding this Lei Yan Domain, why must you advise me to go find that Mud Swamp True Venerable?"

Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun changed the subject, somewhat curious: "I see in the intelligence that he is merely a Void Refinement early-stage cultivator; even if he has a spiritual pet of the same realm, his strength is at most Void Refinement mid-stage, extremely weak and feeble."

"Little Chong Guang Lei, you do not know."

"According to the intelligence recently shared with us by our ally, the Immortal Artifact Sect, this junior named Mud Swamp might be a spy of the Tian Huan Immortal Butterfly race, with the possibility of hidden strength; we can try our luck."

The plump old man explained: "If our luck is bad and his strength is too poor, I have other arrangements."

"The inheriting Sword Cultivators of the Grand Yin-Yang Sword Realm, Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun and Xuanshui Canghai Tianjun, are about to travel through here. According to tradition, there will be a life-and-death battle between you."

"Little Light Thunder, are you confident?"

"Otherwise, let's just split off and leave it for another day."

He said with some worry.

The Grand Yin-Yang Sword Realm, an ancient Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong, had been passed down for tens of millions of years. Its foundations in every aspect were indeed somewhat stronger than the newly risen Thunder Yang Heavenly Sword Realm, and with the great tribulation having passed, its strength was rapidly recovering — it was not as feeble as the Spiritual Treasure Realm, which had been destroyed back then.