Chapter 1370: The Mighty Power Above Dao Merging Within That Lei Ting

This silver-white sword talisman spun for who knows how long—perhaps over ten days, perhaps several months.

In the end, it stopped, falling into the dust.

Another several dozen days later.

A group of people flew over from afar. At their head was a chubby old man lying on a jade bed, his breath thin as a gossamer thread, his life aura nearly completely dissipated, his survival wholly dependent on the nearby Qi Sect's Shadow Puppet Divine Monarch barely keeping him alive.

"That ant should have escaped…"

Shadow Puppet Divine Monarch picked up the jade talisman that had fallen to the ground and sighed: "He must have used some kind of ultra-long-range teleportation array to instantly leave the tracking range of the quasi-eighth-tier sword talisman, or perhaps some method of shielding tracking, or perhaps some method of feigning death… the Cultivation World is full of wonders."

"Ant…"

"Hahahaha!"

Xuan Yang Divine Monarch, who had been following along, could not help but mock upon hearing this: "I see this extremely anomalous Solar Inheritance sword cultivator is one who bears grudges. Shadow Puppet, you don't think that just because he never showed killing intent toward you and was always respectful, he won't remember you, do you?"

"I estimate that in a few thousand years, once he ascends to Refinement of the Void… heh heh, by then I hope you can still call him an ant."

He taunted.

Shadow Puppet Divine Monarch's face turned green.

The feeling of being targeted by a killing star of the sword Dao who was approaching a Dao Child was not pleasant—like a thorn in the back, as if the star of death could descend at any moment.

"Shadow Puppet… Dao friend…"

"I beg you…"

The chubby old man on the jade bed used all his strength to say: "I beg you… search the nearby area… if you can find that sword cultivator who feigned death or is hiding, or bring back his corpse… the Lei Yang old comrades will not forget your kindness."

Shadow Puppet Divine Monarch was moved.

Among high-tier cultivators, using the word 'beg' is extremely rare.

Let alone that Longevity Turtle Divine Monarch made a promise in the name of the Lei Yang old comrades—this is almost impossible to violate, and in Lei Yang Heaven Sword Realm, this matters more than anything.

"Since Dao friend Longevity Turtle has a commission, how would I dare disobey!"

Shadow Puppet Divine Monarch bowed deeply, then flew into the sky. His vast divine sense unfurled, scanning the nearby sky and earth inch by inch.

This kind of full-power search by a Dao Merging Divine Monarch—even if a lower-tier cultivator hid ten thousand li deep underground, even if they fled into the deep layers of space—could not hope to conceal anything.

In place, only Xuan Yang Divine Monarch and the other two Dao Merging cultivators remained.

He looked at Longevity Turtle Divine Monarch, whose breath was thin as a gossamer thread before him, hesitated for a while, and did not act.

Lei Yang Heaven Sword Realm and Great Yin Yang Sword Realm were mortal enemies sworn to fight to the death. He did not mind taking advantage of another's peril, but now was not a good opportunity—the timing for the sect's planned war had not yet arrived.

Moreover, the Lei Yang old comrades have always

been united, perhaps…

Xuan Yang Divine Monarch abruptly raised his head, looking into the distance.

Crackle crackle…

Boom!

At the edge of the sky, a terrifyingly boundless destructive Lei Ting descended.

Its mere pressure destroyed countless Heavenly Dao rule law-nets in the surroundings—terrifying beyond compare. The two powerful Great Yin Yang Sword Realm Dao Merging sword cultivators instantly became like children before him, weak and powerless, no longer possessing any brilliance.

When they drew closer, everyone discovered it was a terrifying figure standing amidst a stretch of Lei Ting, his features impossible to make out.

The only thing clearly visible was that he kept vomiting blood, his body bearing many wounds.

Any Refinement of the Void cultivator could recognize these wounds—they were unmistakably the injuries sustained by cultivators above Refinement of the Void when traversing the realm wall. Every traversal of the realm wall resulted in grave injury for cultivators above Refinement of the Void.

But looking at this figure within the Lei Ting, just how many times had he traversed the realm wall in such an extremely short span of time?

"Greetings, Senior!"

Xuan Yang Divine Monarch and Xuan Yin Divine Monarch were terrified, bowing respectfully.

When they discovered the anomalous Solar Inheritance sword cultivator, they had also reported to the sect. The sect's strong cultivators should also be on their way, among them strong cultivators of both the Solar and Lunar branches—perhaps even widowed Solar and Lunar Inheritance sword cultivators who could escape their Dao companions' gaze to do certain things that needed doing.

Yet they had arrived nowhere near this fast!

This strong cultivator within the Lei Ting paid no heed to Xuan Yang Divine Monarch and Xuan Yin Divine Monarch, walking straight to the chubby old man on the jade bed, gently caressing his cheek, channeling magic power to heal his wounds, and said with tender affection: "Longevity Turtle, why must you throw your life away like this?"

"Little Chong Guang Lei died, and that's that—this is something that was destined to possibly happen when we decided to uphold the sect."

"There must always be someone who charges forward without retreat, fights fiercely, and faces death as if returning home—only then can everyone be protected."

"Uncle Chun Jian Lei…"

The chubby old man's eyes brimmed with tears, shedding tears like a child, and he whimpered: "Find him, kill him, I beg you."

"Little Chong Guang Lei cannot have died for nothing."

He pleaded.

This Sword Lei Heavenly Person was his father's war-comrade, a strong cultivator who had once followed the Old Ancestor in fierce battles and survived ten thousand battles, possessing power that lower-tier cultivators could not imagine—mighty yet cunning and seasoned. No matter how sly an ant might be, it could not possibly escape his gaze.

"Kill that little friend?"

Sword Lei Heavenly Person frowned: "As I know it, that sword cultivator killed Chong Guang Lei in an upright and honorable sword duel, did he not?"

"Although using a mechanical flying boat is indeed beyond reason, this is just like cultivators of the same tier using spirit beasts and magic treasures—entirely a fair and glorious sword duel…"

"Uncle Chun Jian Lei, I beg you!"

The chubby old man wept.

This strong cultivator fell silent.

For a long while.

"Enough then,"

"What is the sect's reputation worth? What is this old man's little reputation worth?"

Sword Lei Heavenly Person heaved a long sigh.

Clang!

He flicked out a flying sword wreathed in twisted Lei Chong Guang, making it vanish in an instant—spanning hundreds of thousands to millions of kilometers, or even more distant places, searching every location for the specific sword cultivator's aura.

"Oh?"

Sword Thunder Heavenly Being furrowed his brow, hand forming a hand-seal, and began to calculate in his heart.

"This young friend, it seems your karmic fortune is no small matter — you possess a destiny-suppressing artifact of at least the eighth tier. This old man is not skilled in divination, unable to divine it; in fact, I cannot divine any information related to it. Perhaps it would require an eighth-tier Celestial Augurer who specializes in the Way of Divination…"

"Enough. Consider it that his fate was not meant to end."

He lowered the hand-seal in his hands.

To be fair, this sort of thing truly went against his Dao heart — his old face had been thrown away completely.

But when the child of his old friend — the one who had saved his life nineteen times back in the day — came to him weeping in supplication, he truly could not bear it and could not refuse.

"Longevity Turtle,"

"The sect's strict Sword Duel Sect Laws were not established because the elders are cold-blooded by nature, or because they enjoy watching the sect's prodigies die at the hands of others — that is the truth of its ruthlessness."

Sword Thunder Heavenly Being sighed and said: "It is because frequent interference in Glory Sword Duels plants a seed of doubt in the hearts of the sect's sword cultivators who come after, greatly hindering their Dao path."

"If the sect elders will definitely save me in the end, then can this life-and-death battle be fought without any effort at all, dealt with casually and perfunctorily?"

"If one can always sit safely on the fishing platform, why go fight with life and death?"