Chapter 1371: The Shock of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm

"Who doesn't like to sit securely on the fishing platform, cultivating in peace and safety?"

"This is human nature."

Sword Thunder Heavenly Person sighed: "We elders aren't forcing you to practice the sword. Isn't the path of law cultivation also very good? Although the inheritance only reaches the eighth rank, far inferior to the sect's sword cultivator inheritance, in this world being able to become someone like the Old Ancestor is already one in hundreds of millions. The law cultivation inheritance is entirely sufficient."

"However, Shougui, sword cultivators cannot practice the sword this way."

"Truly cannot."

"Once you walk this path, you are destined to be accompanied by life and death, inevitably walking through blood and rain without regret."

Shougui Divine Monarch fell silent.

These principles, the elders have said countless times in the past, heard so often that one's ears are about to grow calluses.

But, he still cannot accept his own sworn brother dying before his eyes, then letting that enemy leave triumphant and laughing heartily.

"Uncle Sword Thunder!"

"That Sun Inheritance sword cultivator!"

Shougui Divine Monarch was unwilling, growling lowly: "He is approaching the Dao Child! His Gong Fa is a pure yang Gong Fa, without any of the rationality and calmness that a Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm Gong Fa should have. He is more like a madman, a madman even more frenzied than us!"

"Even without reason, he would find a way to create a reason to kill us."

"And now, Lei Yang Tian Sword Realm has already forged an irreconcilable blood feud with him, an irreconcilable blood feud with a sword cultivator who is approaching the Dao Child!"

"Such a figure, a racial inheritance sword dao prodigy—if allowed to grow, not to mention becoming someone like the Old Ancestor, even if he safely and steadily becomes a powerhouse like you, how many generations of price would the sect have to pay to slay him?"

"And how many old acquaintances of Lei Yang would once again die at his hands?!!"

"This..."

Sword Thunder Heavenly Person deliberated.

No matter what sword dao ideals one holds, survival—survival of oneself and the sect—is always the foremost priority in every sword cultivator's heart.

Shadow Puppet Divine Monarch had already returned, respectfully attending at his side.

"Divine Monarch!"

"The inheritance..."

At this moment, a Void Lv cultivator, panting, his head covered in cold sweat and fear, ran over. It was none other than Cai Shan True Honored One. He seemed to have some urgent matter to report to Shadow Puppet Divine Monarch and Tian Wen Inheritance. Seeing strangers nearby, he hurriedly stopped, hesitant.

Around powerhouses, divine sense transmission is not an entirely secure method of communication; it was better to temporarily delay the report.

"Speak!"

"In front of the seniors of our sect's allies, what is there to hide? You are also at Void Lv, and moreover serve as the sect's Ten Realms Offering Envoy, representing the sect's dignity. What manner is this, panicking like this!"

Shadow Puppet Divine Monarch was displeased and rebuked.

"Yes! Divine Monarch!"

Cai Shan True Honored One's face turned deathly pale, not daring to hide: "This disciple had just been patrolling Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect, and there..."

A look of fear appeared on his face: "There, all the Void Lv cultivators are dead! Only a few illusion puppets remain to hold the sect together, maintaining all of the sect's operations. The disciples of both sects are completely unaware, still going about their tasks, occasionally consulting their masters and elders, entirely unaware that all the Void Lv cultivators of the sect are dead!"

"Especially Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect—the entire sect has collapsed, turned into ruins, yet tens of millions of disciples still live normally in the ruins, cultivating, refining pills, refining magic treasures, everything as before..."

"This must be the work of a powerhouse from the Heavenly Illusion Immortal Butterfly race!"

"The sect has already been invaded!"

Cai Shan True Honored One said, trembling.

The surroundings fell silent.

A scene surfaced in many people's minds.

Many cultivators, every day consulting dead Void Lv cultivators, asking after their well-being, or yearning for something—unconsciously, they broke out in a cold shiver.

Tian Wen Inheritance felt a chill in his heart.

"Heh!"

"I'm afraid this is not the work of the Heavenly Illusion Immortal Butterfly race?"

Xuan Yin Divine Monarch said coldly with a smile: "This is not the human-demon border. Even if Lei Yan Domain has fallen, it wouldn't fall into their hands. At most they could lurk; they couldn't kill Void Lv cultivators—it would do them no good."

"Such behavior is truly that of demonic cultivators and heretics. I'm not surprised at all—"

"This is the Sun Inheritance sword cultivator."

Xuan Yang Divine Monarch shook his head slightly, raising his hand to stop her from speaking.

Regardless, before the enemy, one should not display internal discord and invite ridicule.

"Hmph!"

Xuan Yin Divine Monarch was indignant, but did not continue speaking.

Clearly, if Xuan Yang Divine Monarch were not feeling guilty, he too was a hero of his time, not a weakling she could casually manipulate—especially when it came to matters of sect principle.

Dao companions are equal; one does not enslave the other.

"That young friend,"

"is indeed a ruthless one."

Sword Thunder Heavenly Person swept his divine sense, understood the whole story, and sighed.

He paid no heed to the juniors around him. With a sweep of his sleeve, he drove them all away, then spread out a massive thunder sword formation, placed Shougui Divine Monarch upon it, and began to further heal his wounds.

……

Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm.

This is the most resplendent sword dao holy land among the Upper Realm's myriad worlds, an immortal's blessed realm. At its very center lies an infinitely vast black-and-white lake, with two black-and-white yin-yang fish flowing and rotating in the middle, gathering countless essences of Lunar and Solar from the endless starry sky.

This scene has existed since time immemorial, already tens of thousands of years

without any change occurring.

At a certain moment, at the very center of this mirror-like yin-yang lake, at the yin extreme and yang extreme points of the taiji diagram, wisps of terrifying aura began to be born, and two gazes—one scorching as the sun, one cold as moonlight—appeared.

Because, at this instant, the many powerhouses of the Solar lineage and Lunar lineage, after brief deliberation, jointly decided to send word to their Old Ancestor, who had been in quiet cultivation for untold years, believing it necessary.

"More than five hundred thousand years ago, a seed that Master sent out returned one…"

"The inheritor of the Solar Sword cultivation turned into a Pure Yang Sword cultivator, and displayed strength far surpassing that of the disciples who inherited the Solar and Lunar paths, slaying an inheriting disciple of the Thunder Yang Heaven Sword realm in a sword duel, and severely wounding the sect's inheriting Lunar-Solar Sword Child with a single strike — had it not been for the interference of the combined-Dao cultivators from the Thunder Yang Heaven Sword realm and the Immortal Weapon Sect, that person would surely have been killed…"

The supreme expert within the yang pole of the Taiji diagram finished reading the contents of the transmission, paused slightly, and suspected he had read it wrong.

When had a single Solar-inheriting Sword cultivator become so powerful?

Wasn't inheriting a Lunar female cultivator required to bring out one's full strength?

This was a truth jointly affirmed by generations of patriarchs and by every supreme expert of the Great Yin-Yang Sword realm across the ages, so much so that even he accepted it in his heart, believing there was no second path, and regarding the so-called Pure Yang lineage as heresy, not worth his attention.

But now, it seemed…

Looking at the battle imagery, that unusual Solar-inheriting Sword cultivator appeared to be only three or four thousand years old, and his sword soul, sword arts, and will were all worthy of praise.

One must understand that his life-bound flying sword was merely a sixth-grade sword embryo!

Naturally, this unusual Solar-inheriting Sword cultivator also had flaws — that frenzied killing intent, the strong self-destructive tendency in sword duels, as if constantly in a state of qi deviation, and that motley 'sheath,' all of which ran counter to the orthodox path of the Solar Sword cultivator.

It was simply too frenzied, too mad, as if constantly on the brink of losing control and qi deviation.

It made one wonder whether, one day, whether one day, he might completely lose control and personally cut down every single Sword cultivator in the Great Yin-Yang Sword realm.