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Chapter 1415: The Inherited Sword Cultivator of Lei Yang Tianjian Realm
Thirty-seven years passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, in the desolate Gobi Desert of the Wasteland Region near the Leiyan Region, an endless ceremonial guard stood in the thunderclouds and sword lights. The masculine, domineering, and sharp pressure spread between heaven and earth, emitting a terrifying aura that suffocated and made the True Venerable Lianxu crawl on his knees.

All living things on earth knelt down on the ground involuntarily.

No matter they were mortals or beasts, no matter they were family cultivators, independent cultivators, cultivators of the True Sect, the Taoist Sect, or the Immortal Sect, they all paid homage with great ceremony at this time, not daring to show the slightest disrespect, and their hearts trembled constantly.

Only a very few brave people dared to look up slightly, take a quick glance, and look at the center of the ceremony, curious about what kind of earth-shaking figure this was.

It was a thunder palace thousands of miles in size, with a dome reaching into the sky!

"Roar!"

"Hoohoho!"

Surrounded by countless lightning flashes and sword energies, the nine-headed virtual-level dragon was bound by thunder chains. The chains penetrated deep into the flesh and blood, revealing the white bones.

They roared with anger and unwillingness, but were driven by the thunder chains full of restrictions, dragging the Thunder Palace away.

"The Immortal Sect's swordsman prodigy!"

"What a terrifying person this is..."

A cultivator from the Zhen sect who was in the early stage of Lianxu was passing by here. At this time, he did not dare to look up. Instead, he knelt on the ground, paying homage with great respect, his body trembling, so as not to reveal any abnormality.

As a True Master of Lianxu, he knew clearly where these nine heavenly dragons came from.

Two thousand one hundred years ago, Guang Lei Tianjun, the peerless sword genius in Lei Yangtian Sword Realm, stepped into the lower domain of Tianxue Longting of the immortal clan alone, and fought his way into the territory of the Thunder Dragon clan in the Red Earth Mountain. With one man and one sword, he killed all the hundreds of thousands of dragon descendants in the mountain. Dragon blood spilled all over the Red Earth Mountain, and dragon corpses piled up on the ground.

At that time, Guanglei Tianjun laughed wildly, the fire of sword ignited in his heart, and he took a sip of wine and a mouthful of dragon meat and drank heartily.

Afterwards, he will capture the strongest nine-headed thunder dragon, impose restrictions on it, and force it to pull his cart and serve as a slave. He will not be able to free it for a moment, not even if it wants to commit suicide.

This is the tradition of Lei Yang Tian Sword Realm.

He walked out of the sect alone for thousands of years. When he returned from a bloody battle, there were already hundreds of thousands of demon cultivators around him, all of whom were killed along the way. He selected the cultivators with the strongest aptitude and understanding in alchemy, planting, taming beasts, and refining equipment to be his followers and slaves.

The cultivators with the strongest qualifications and comprehension among these more than one hundred domains will be placed in the territory of Guanglei Tianjun to manage it for him, ruling the vast territory, countless small thousand worlds and middle thousand worlds, and be completely loyal to him alone.

In fact, this kind of surrender is regarded by many monks as a great opportunity to make a breakthrough.

Every time a generation of sword cultivators from the Lei Yang Tian Sword Realm begins their journey of sword fighting, they will attract a large number of loyal followers who are willing to serve as slaves and servants.

However, these voluntary cultivators were abandoned and treated like grass by the sword cultivators in Lei Yangtian Sword Realm, and no one cared about them.

The sword cultivators of Lei Yang Tianjian Realm have always selected those with excellent qualifications from the sects and families of the Void Refining cultivators who were exterminated or killed by them. On this basis, the higher the qualification and the stronger the hatred in their hearts, the greater the possibility of being noticed by the inherited sword cultivators.

These are the slaves and dependents that the Lei Yang Tianjian realm cultivators need.

Thousands of years ago, Guang Lei Tianjun walked out of the sect alone, but now he has traveled through more than a hundred regions, and is surrounded by hundreds of thousands of cultivators, who are following him and are extremely powerful.

The pressure was so great that it almost suffocated the Void Refining cultivator. His soul was frozen in ice and he dared not muster any will to resist.

The presence of this early stage refining cultivator who was kneeling on the ground was not ignored by anyone at the center of the ceremonial procession.

His eyes fell on this True Venerable Lianxu, and he stared at him for a long time before he looked away.

"Little Guanglei, what are you looking at?"

At the side, a chubby, very friendly old man smiled and asked, "He is just a junior in the early stage of refining emptiness. His foundation is poor and he should not be able to arouse your interest."

"No,"

"Uncle Seven, all Void Refinement cultivators should not be underestimated." Guanglei Tianjun smiled and said, "Besides, Dharma cultivators are different from us sword cultivators. They don't care much about face and dignity. This Void Refinement Early Stage cultivator may be a powerful Dharma cultivator hiding behind. We must not rush."

"Of course, not this time."

He is handsome, elegant and unrestrained, with the arrogance and indifference typical of a noble family, but sometimes he is extremely meticulous and quite contradictory.

He withdrew his gaze from the trembling cultivator in the early stage of the Refinement Void Realm and continued to admire the thousands of Nascent Soul to Spiritual Realm female cultivators dancing in front of him.

Accompanied by the sound of celestial music, thousands of top-notch female cultivators, with varying looks, danced in the air, their dresses fluttering. Their dance was breathtakingly beautiful, and contained the essence of Taoism. It was sensual but not lascivious, and contained a dance art that was so exquisite that it seemed as if they were narrating the beauty of the Tao and could make people realize the Tao.

This kind of dance that can help people gain enlightenment is only used by sword practitioners from the immortal sect to entertain themselves in their spare time.

A glimpse of the Immortal Sect's background was revealed, and even if it was not its main skill in swordsmanship, it was still shocking and unimaginable.

The dance is beautiful, that's all.

What is more crucial is the identities of these stunning female cultivators.

They are all the wives and daughters of powerful enemies killed by Guanglei Tianjun. Each of them was a favored daughter of heaven, the wife of the ancestor, a lady, with an extremely prominent status, stunning looks, and top-notch qualifications and talents.

It is shocking that these top female cultivators from over a hundred domains would allow themselves to be molested despite the humiliation.

"Xiao Guanglei, your sword training is too hard."

“Even when you are enjoying yourself, you need to be distracted.”

The chubby old man shook his head slightly, feeling a little distressed.

He didn't seem to be a sword cultivator, but he was able to talk on an equal footing with a sword cultivator inherited from a sword sect, which puzzled some cultivators.

Because in a sword sect, swordsmanship is supreme, and all cultivators, even those at a higher level and stronger, are slaves, and should be respectful in front of the inherited sword cultivators.

"Ha ha!"

“It’s not hard at all.”

Guanglei Tianjun didn't take it seriously.

"Seventh Uncle,"

"Tell me about the Thunder Flame Region. Why do you insist on suggesting that I go find that True Lord of the Swamp?"

Guang Lei Tianjun changed the subject, a little curious: "I saw the intelligence, this is just a cultivator in the early stage of refining emptiness. Even if he has a spirit pet of the same level, it is at most in the middle stage of refining emptiness, very weak."

"Little Guanglei, you don't know something."

"According to the intelligence recently shared with us by our ally, the Immortal Weapon Sect, this young man Nizawa might be a secret agent of the Tianhuan Immortal Butterfly Clan. He might have hidden strength. We can try our luck."

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

"The Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm's inherited sword cultivators, Huo Tianjun and Xuanshui Tianjun, are about to travel through here. According to tradition, there will be a life-and-death battle between you two."

"Xiao Guanglei, are you sure?"

"Or we can just split off and fight again later."

He said with some worry.

The Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm, an ancient immortal sect that has been passed down for tens of millions of years, is indeed stronger in all aspects than the newborn Lei Yang Tian Sword Realm. And as the catastrophe passes, its strength is recovering rapidly. It is not as weak as the Lingbao Realm that was destroyed back then.

(End of this chapter)