Chapter 1372: The Lunar and Lie Yang Jianzi Children and the Heavenly Sword Sword Child

This supreme powerhouse of the Solar Branch within the Grand Yin-Yang Sword Realm was plunged into immense shock.

Since the founding patriarch established the path and achieved Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong, such a thing had never occurred — a single Solar-inheritance sword cultivator had slain a cultivator of the same rank from Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong head-on, displaying ruling-tier strength.

This supreme powerhouse fell into boundless reverie.

A new path was emerging, and it was emerging from the inherited Solar sword cultivators — this caused ripples to appear on the surface of his long-tranquil heart-lake.

The Grand Yin-Yang Sword Realm had achieved Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong for tens of millions of years already!

During these tens of millions of years, every path had been walked to its end, walked to its limit; every place that could be explored had been explored. Time was too long, and the prodigies and heroes throughout history too many.

Yet even after walking to the current limit, how did they feel when they gazed toward that distant path of becoming an immortal?

An extremely, extremely faint hope — a single thread of light.

This single thread of hope seemed to exist, yet had never drawn one whit closer. For tens of millions of years, it had never drawn one whit closer. No matter how great the prodigies and heroes of past generations in the Grand Yin-Yang Sword Realm, none could draw one single hairsbreadth closer.

That hope was like a flower in a mirror, the moon on water.

And now, a path that seemed to draw closer had appeared.

How could this not make one's heart surge?

"Great Sun Sword Pavilion…"

The supreme powerhouse of the Solar Branch, his heart surging with emotion, could not wait to share his current feelings with the dao companion who had accompanied him for countless years: "This is an entirely new path. Do you know? This may be our further hope of drawing closer to becoming immortals…"

Before the Great Dao, he was utterly lively, even displaying a great deal of innocence.

Before him, a girl with a gentle, beautiful appearance wore a smile on her lips, quietly listening, not interrupting her dao companion's words — a perfect listener.

Only after the supreme powerhouse of the Solar Branch finished speaking did she gently open her mouth.

"This sword cultivator, and everyone in the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, must die — even a single spirit beast in the mountain gate, a single ant, a single mosquito."

"Those who betray the Yin-Yang Covenant must pay the price."

"The inheritance of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion can be recorded into the sect's inheritance. There is no need to erase the traces of their existence; their past merits and final fate should both be clearly recorded, as a reference and warning for future disciples."

The supreme powerhouse of the Lunar Branch said calmly.

This was not a discussion, but a notification.

Betraying the bottom line of the Yin-Yang Covenant left no room for negotiation, discussion, or compromise — only thorough death could serve as a warning.

"Death…"

The supreme powerhouse of the Solar Branch, who had been sharing the joy in his heart, was stunned.

"The slaughter of the Lunar Branch was not his doing. He is only a few thousand years old now, still an innocent

child. The grievances on the Yin-Yang Covenant are at least several hundred thousand years old. We should not be harsh with a child…"

"The Grand Yin-Yang Sword Realm now faces a war of no quarter with a single sword-path immortal sect. We need strong cultivators, we need fresh blood…"

"The possibility of becoming immortals outweighs everything…"

He tried to persuade his dao companion.

However, that gentle, beautiful female cultivator listened quietly, then slowly shook her head, saying nothing.

This iron-willed resolve instantly chilled the heart of the supreme powerhouse of the Solar Branch.

"I do not agree."

This supreme powerhouse of the Solar Branch said just as calmly, absolutely refusing to compromise.

……

In a corner of the Grand Yin-Yang Sword Realm, a female cultivator and a male cultivator were admiring flowers — the female cultivator played the qin, the male cultivator played the xiao, a fine match made in heaven. From afar, one could tell at a glance that they must be a match ordained by fate.

Around them swirled the Order of Yin and Yang, far surpassing the rules of ordinary Void Refinement cultivators, far surpassing the destruction and thunder-order of Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun.

The Yin-Yang Order swirled around the pair of man and woman; the two great orders resonated, merged, erupting with strength far exceeding either alone.

Within those seemingly beautiful yin-yang lines lurked terrifying killing intent and spiritual sword dao will.

Just as the gulf between the Dao Child of the Nine Spirit Domain and the inherited disciples was a distance like a heavenly chasm, these beautiful yin-yang order lines could likewise slay Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun in the space of a snap of the fingers, leaving him no possibility of escape.

Whizz!

Two sword talismans flew from the horizon, landing in their hands, interrupting the melodious harmony of qin and xiao.

"Ah?!!"

"A forbidden Solar-inheritance sword cultivator from over five hundred thousand years ago?"

"Pure Yang Sword Child… that's right. Once he devours Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun's eighth-rank flying sword embryo, his strength will surely surge explosively. He will at least possess Sword Spirit realm sword arts, and already possesses the qualification to burn everything to wound us. He is indeed qualified to be called Sword Child within Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong…"

The Lie Yang Jianzi Child finished reading the transmission talisman, deeply shaken.

"What is the message from the Solar Ancestor?"

The Lunar Sword Child pressed her lips into a light smile: "My family's ancestor said that if there is a chance, have me slay this forbidden Solar sword cultivator at the first opportunity. Of course, that is what I myself think as well."

"If he walks his own path alone, our Lunar Branch will say nothing — we have that much magnanimity."

"However, his founding patriarch slaughtered the Lunar Branch!"

"Here, this cannot be tolerated."

She said quietly.

"The ancestor told me to protect him as much as possible."

The Lie Yang Jianzi Child gave a bitter smile.

"This is really…"

"I estimate that if you weren't by my side, this forbidden Solar

sword cultivator would definitely find a way to strike me down first. This forbidden Solar sword cultivator is far too mad, almost without reason. If you weren't by my side, I might not be able to slay the current him in a single sword strike."

"Not to mention him after devouring the eighth-rank sword embryo."

"If I were alone, how would I protect him?"

"Then what you mean is…"

The Taiyin Sword Son's eyes were sparkling bright.

"Sigh!"

"Let's talk about it later. I still don't know right now…"

……

Thunder Yang Heavenly Sword Realm.

The Heavenly Sword Son awoke from closed-door cultivation.

He received a talisman, informing him that his childhood friend, the inherited disciple with whom he shared a friendship of several thousand years, Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun, had died.

Killed in an honor duel with a sword cultivator.

"Brother Guanglei,"

"Just a few dozen years ago, you were still discussing swordsmanship with me in your messages. I never imagined now… wuu wuu wuu… wuu wuu wuu…"

The Heavenly Sword Son clutched his sword and wept bitterly.

He was infinitely grieved; great drops of tears flowed down and fell to the ground.

A true man follows his true nature — no need to heed what those mediocre folk call 'unmoved when Taishan collapses before him, unblinking when a deer starts up on his left.' When grief calls, weep; when joy calls, laugh.

"Fortunately,"

"Brother Guanglei, you died in an honorable sword duel. You must have passed without regret."

A trace of comfort entered the Heavenly Sword Son's heart. He wiped his tears dry and sighed long: "For us sword cultivators, when our strength falls short and we die in such a sword duel, what grief is there in that?"

"This Jiang Ding… zi,"

"This fellow Daoist Jiang Jiang Ding Zi seems to be a true lover of the sword as well."

"If in the future we are fated to meet again, I will, with boundless joy, grant this fellow Daoist the formidable sword-path adversary his heart has long sought, to fight him to the death — true to the name of the sword path."