Chapter 1349: The Great Yin Yang Sword Realm Inheritance: The Heartbeat of the Sword Cultivator

The chubby old man remained silent for a long time.

He recalled the years of the past.

His father, uncles, and the Ancestor fought and killed together, bound as brothers, never betraying one another; in their poorest times, they would rather not cultivate themselves than fail to save money to buy sword-forging materials for the Ancestor.

No, that was not even the poorest time.

In the era of their fathers and grandfathers, at the poorest time, the Lei Yang Qingse Jianzong had not a single spirit stone left; everyone went shirtless to hunt demons, to serve as dogs for the Immortal Sects, selling their lives, and a great many brothers died before they finally earned a sum of spirit stones.

Sometimes there were no spirit stones at all; the cultivators of the Immortal Sects were greedy and vicious, withholding the payment for their lives.

In the final battle before the Lei Yang Qingse Jianzong became the Lei Yang Heavenly Sword Realm, his father and the grandfather of the Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun died together, falling before the dawn along with many brothers.

Before dying, his father instructed him to take care of everyone's children, his younger brothers, telling him that blood ties meant nothing, were absolute nonsense, and that this brotherhood was the only truth.

At this moment, the chubby old man's gaze grew hazy.

On this Soul Transformation cultivator before him, he seemed to see the backs of his fathers and grandfathers; familiar figures one by one appeared before his eyes, laughing, holding swords, charging forward toward the battlefield without hesitation.

"Why..."

"Little Chong Guang Lei, why?"

The chubby old man's voice was dry and somewhat hoarse as he said, "With the Ancestor here, with a peerless expert under heaven present, why should we worry? Why rush for this moment?"

"Why not enjoy ourselves first? After tens of thousands of years, when we have played enough, is it not better to then seek the Great Dao?"

"You are still so young; life has only just begun. Why take such risks?"

He implicitly admitted his thought that he would inevitably interfere in the battlefield at this critical moment.

He was unwilling to see a younger brother die before his eyes.

"Hahaha!"

"Seventh Uncle, seeking the Great Dao has always been from beginning to end; where is the principle of resting first?"

The Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun laughed heartily: "Why should you, elder, worry for me?"

"The arrival of the True Fire Canghai Tianjun and the Profound Water Canghai Tianjun indeed brought me the possibility of death, but it also brought me a heaven-shaking opportunity, one in ten thousand years; this is a tremendous good thing."

"Do you have no confidence in me?"

"It can't be..."

He feigned worry, speaking with deep concern.

"Naturally, I have confidence; our sect's inherited sword path genius must be peerless under heaven!"

The chubby old man said nothing more.

He took the Heavenly Dao Contract, signed his Shen Hun Lao Yin, severed the last thought of retreat for the inherited sword cultivator, leaving no room for luck in his heart.

Before him, the barrier of the Lei Yan Domain appeared.

The endless procession of thunderous dark clouds entered without any pause, orderly, with pressure filling all directions, as the supreme will of the sword path descended upon this lower domain.

In that instant, the sky was filled with brilliant colors; the rules of the Heavenly Dao hummed, vibrating ceaselessly, and countless strange phenomena arose throughout the Lei Yan Domain, with lightning flashing and thunder rolling without end.

Countless cultivators were terrified beyond measure in their hearts.

They recalled the records in ancient texts and stood stunned.

"This is..."

"How many years has it been? Never before..."

"Above Void Refinement!"

"An existence above Void Refinement has entered the Lei Yan Domain!"

At the peak of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect, a youth in green robes opened his eyes, revealing crimson, burning pupils: "This expert above Void Refinement has fallen into severe injury!"

"And my guest from afar has also arrived here."

Jiang Ding's heart was filled with murderous intent; he rose, flew a distance, then suddenly turned back, looking toward another direction.

Hum!

The sky on the other side of the Lei Yan Domain!

At this moment, similarly, the sky was filled with brilliant colors; the Heavenly Dao vibrated ceaselessly, and countless Tai Yin and Tai Yang strange phenomena appeared in the sky, causing countless ripples in the boundary wall, standing in opposition to the thunder phenomena without any retreat.

These strange phenomena were not unfamiliar; they were recorded in detail within the inheritance of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion.

"Above Void Refinement!"

"An expert above Void Refinement from the Great Yin Yang Sword Realm has appeared! And it must be two experts above Void Refinement..."

Jiang Ding's gaze was calm as a lake.

This was completely unfamiliar intelligence; he only controlled a few Void Refinement-level powers and had no way to grasp the whereabouts of such Immortal Sect inherited cultivators.

"By common reasoning, the inherited sword cultivator of the Great Yin Yang Sword Realm has also arrived."

"This is no coincidence."

"Sword path Immortal Sects crave opponents; their inherited sword cultivators must converge; it is merely a matter of where; this... is truly too good!"

"Hahaha!"

"Hahaha..."

Jiang Ding was overjoyed, laughing wildly without stopping.

"Heaven and Earth have been truly good to me; knowing I cannot stay long, they have sent two Immortal Sect inherited sword cultivators at once, granting me supreme opportunities..."

"Who says this Lord has no fortune?"

"Who says this Lord cannot pick up a great opportunity on the road? Is this not it now?"

The two sword cultivators of the Great Yin Yang Sword Realm can only count as one.

Because only when the Great Sun Sword Disciple and the Tai Yin Sword Disciple of similar Sword Pavilions like the Great Sun Sword Pavilion are combined can they be compared to the Dao Disciples of sects like the Shadow Demon Abyss.

"Haha!"

"Wuhu!"

"Today's a good day—"

"?? good day…"

Jiang Ding waved his arms and stamped his feet, hopping and skipping, humming a tune as he walked out of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect and flew toward the Mud-Swamp Demon City.

His whole heart was so filled with joy that he completely ignored the fact that in another part of the Thunder Flame Domain's sky, all manner of strange phenomena were rising once more—phenomena similar to those in past history when a powerhouse above the Spiritual Treasure Realm's Void Refinement descended, presumably connected to the current strong practitioners of the Immortal Artifact Sect.

Nothing worth looking at.

Dao Cultivating Dao Children, Inheritance Cultivators—unless you throw them into a specific environment like the Yin-Yang Void Realm, you can't fight them fairly.

As they are now, they hold no value whatsoever to a Sword Cultivator, not worth a single hair's breadth of attention.

……

"Why do I feel a sudden pang of unease?"

At one corner of the Thunder Flame Domain's boundary wall, at this moment, a male and a female sword-bearing cultivator appeared.

The man had a simple, honest face; the woman looked plain, with a red mole between her brows. The two of them appeared utterly unremarkable, with no attendants or guards at their side—completely two ordinary cultivators of the Cultivation World.

This style carried a strong, orthodox Sword Cultivator flavor.

One person, one sword, wandering the world alone, the sword cutting down the injustices in one's heart—no need for any burden, no need for any pomp, everything need only be taken upon the sword.

The instant she stepped into the Thunder Flame Domain, the female cultivator with the red mole between her brows suddenly spoke.

An unnamed premonition welled up in her heart.

It was as if something extremely familiar, yet utterly strange, was approaching her, drawing near to her, giving rise to a nameless sense of revulsion.

This feeling was completely nonsensical—coming suddenly, vanishing suddenly—utterly bizarre.

"I feel it too."

"This feeling…"

True Fire Canghai Tianjun's heart was in perfect sync with his Grand Yin female cultivator; knowing her feelings, he murmured: "But in my heart, there is no such revulsion. Instead, there is a sense of closeness, of wariness, of joy—two feelings mingled together."

"Closeness, joy?"

Xuan Shui Canghai Tianjun instinctively gave rise to killing intent, though she did not know why she did so.

Neither of them ignored this sudden premonition; they pondered it carefully, silently deducing.

Inheritance Sword Cultivators, Sword Children, Dao Children—such beings have extremely keen and pure divine souls, and can often sense in advance certain special events about to occur.

Yet, they gained nothing at all.

The various inheritances and records of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm made no mention of it.

"Seniors, do you feel this premonition?"

Xuan Shui Canghai Tianjun suddenly asked.

She knew she had Guardian Daoists, but she had never seen them.

"No."

"An Inheritance Sword Cultivator's premonition belongs solely to themselves."

A cold voice came from the void: "

"Sword Cultivators of the Sect's inheritance, go forth and fight!"

"Go seize your great Dao opportunity. If you should die in honorable combat against those of the same rank or the rank above, I will erect a joint burial cenotaph for you in the Sect's Sword Tomb."

"Those who come after will know that once, there were people who died here, in a battle of honorable swords, without regret!"

The voice fell silent.