Suffering, Life

Who is the last emperor to take the stage?

I believe that any cultivator who has been out a little in the past millennium knows.

Too many feats, too great a reputation.

So much so that the hundred thousand cultivators below didn't dare to speak for a while, let alone think that this person would be the finale.

According to reason, it should be Jia Gao, the first in terms of seniority among the emperor seeds, right?

The cultivators looked around, only to see Jia Gao standing behind Chen Xia, dressed very luxuriously, with a calm expression, as if he didn't care at all that Chen Xia had gotten the finale position.

Next is the speech by the Fourteen Sons of Vast Sky.

Chen Xia, who appeared at the finale, was the first to speak. He pinched his neck with his hand, coughed twice first, and cleared his throat.

"Cough cough, hetui."

After a meaningless onomatopoeia, Chen Xia slowly took out a crumpled piece of paper from his arms, flattened it out, and read along the crooked handwriting on it.

"I'm very happy to be able to stand on the stage, and I'm also very happy to see everyone. Being able to get the identity of the Fourteen Sons of Vast Sky, in addition to my own efforts, is also inseparable from my talent."

"Of course, I have also been lucky, struggling all the way, relying entirely on my luck and ability, indispensable."

The several Grand Elders sitting high in the sky frowned upon hearing this.

Not a word of thanks to Blue Sky Sword Sea, huh?

"Gaining this honor today is also a kind of tilling and harvest. I will definitely live up to everyone's expectations, continue to work hard, and create more brilliance."

Chen Xia finished reading the last paragraph of his speech.

Listening to it, there doesn't seem to be any problem. Continue to work hard and create more brilliance.

But when associated with Chen Xia's past deeds, then there is a big problem.

How did Chen Xia rise?

Fought all the way up.

First beat the same generation's Emperor Capital and Qiu Li, then senior brother Qiong Qi, and finally the Fourth Elder.

And even after all this he still wants to continue to work hard and create more brilliance?

They didn't even dare to think who Chen Xia would beat next.

Sitting high in the sky, the Third Elder raised his eyebrows. He already had some grudges with Chen Xia. At this time, he raised his hand and asked,

"Don't you even want to thank the sect for its nurturing grace?"

"Oh, I forgot." Chen Xia very perfunctorily said a word, and then said again.

"Thank you to the sect for its nurturing grace, for giving me a stage to perform on. Now, as I look back, I feel all kinds of memories welling up, with thousands of thoughts, I can't help but compose a line of poetry."

The cultivators below and elders above were confused. Chen Xia, whose words were unclear, could even compose poetry?

Chen Xia's mouth curled into a faint smile, he waved his hand at the crowd.

"Vast Sky's grand stage, come if you've got the guts!"

The whole scene was probably quiet for a moment, they were all rendered speechless.

Of the Fourteen Sons, thirteen could not speak, Li Yang stood at the back, puffing her cheeks trying her best not to laugh, she really couldn't hold it in.

The Third Elder was stunned for a while, raising his eyebrows, he really couldn't help but ask: "Can this be considered a poetic line?"

"Just tell me if it rhymes or not?" Chen Xia asked back.

It does.

It really rhymes.

The Third Elder pursed his lips, he really couldn't think of anything to say in response, so he could only fold his arms and coldly snort, "Illiterate."

Chen Xia didn't have anything to say to an old man making personal attacks like this. He rolled his eyes and ignored him, stepping back to let others speak.

The one after him was Jia Gao. It must be said that the level of his speech was indeed higher than Chen Xia's, expressing gratitude to everything that deserved it.

Li Yang quietly moved to stand next to Chen Xia, and boasted, "You're quite capable, haha."

"Just heartfelt words." Chen Xia said plainly.

"Really too heartfelt." Li Yang laughed and blew out a breath, blowing the hair hanging by her ear to the side, and continued.

"You really are amazing. I was the strongest heaven's darling in my hometown, didn't expect that after coming to Blue Sky Sword Sea, I could only be at the end of the fourteen."

"There are people outside of people, and skies outside of skies. People must learn to accept their own mediocrity." Chen Xia gently shook his head and replied.

"Perhaps so." Li Yang smiled bitterly and shook her head. Blue Sky Sword Sea had indeed worn down her edges.

But only somewhat. Emperor Capital and Qiu Li's edges had also been worn down by Chen Xia, but the arrogance of being an emperor seed was still there.

The two stopped talking and quietly listened to the speeches of the other emperor seeds.

Voices rose and fell, cheers and applause, high and low voices blended together.

The Fourteen Sons stood on the stage, the fourteen emperor seeds stood together for the first time, lined up in various poses with Chen Xia at the head.

This was the true foundation of Blue Sky Sword Sea's future.

The distant stars shone, but they were still not as dazzling as these fourteen emperor seeds.

The ceremony for the Fourteen Sons of Vast Sky slowly ended, and the cultivators who had come to observe also gradually left.

Most of them also knew the meaning of this celebration, that Blue Sky Sword Sea wanted to establish its prestige and continue to firmly hold the position of number one sect in the Star Region.

To tell everyone that Blue Sky Sword Sea's number one position would not be shaken by the end of the great era.

Perhaps so. At least for now, Blue Sky Sword Sea still seemed very prosperous, with several at the Firmament Realm, and two with the qualifications to become Saints.

The new generation even had fourteen emperor seeds, showing no signs of decline at all, on the contrary flourishing.

But could this really withstand the end of the great era?

That remains unknown for now.

The cultivators didn't say much either, still extremely respectful towards Blue Sky Sword Sea, not daring to overstep.

On the Sword Tip Path.

Jia Gao and Jia Bai walked together. Although their seniority was different, the two emperor seeds had a good relationship.

"Chen Xia has taken the first position and title, aren't you dissatisfied?" Jia Bai curiously asked, his words containing a hint of stirring up trouble, belonging to watching the fun regardless.

"Let the young occupy whatever they want, moreover he does have that ability, so there's nothing about him occupying the spot." Jia Gao was very open-minded, with a broad outlook.

"Is this Chen Xia really that powerful, even you are convinced?" Jia Bai asked with a laugh again.

Jia Gao shook his head. "I wouldn't say convinced, I'd say appreciative."

"Oh?" Jia Bai chuckled lightly, suddenly changed the question. "If only one of us fourteen could become an emperor, who do you think it would be?"

"Can I say it's me?" Jia Gao asked with a laugh.

"I think it's me." Jia Bai also laughed.

Most of the fourteen emperor seeds felt that they themselves would become emperor, and worked towards that goal.

But why say most?

Because there were still exceptions.

Chen Xia's goal wasn't to become an emperor, it had always been to escape from Blue Sky Sword Sea and find a place to loaf around.

Over the years, he never forgot his original intention. Now his avatar was already loafing, just lacking his main body.

Just don't know how much longer he would have to wait. Most matters under heaven probably can't be perfectly resolved.

To put it bluntly it's called tribulation.

To put it nicely it's called life.