The wind was very calm.
The water waves were not stirred up.
Chen Xia stood between his own heart lakes, looked up, and saw a whole expanse of sword sea.
The tip of the leading immortal sword stood at the highest point, not fused with the sword sea, perhaps looking down on these three million flying swords, or possibly simply looking down on Chen Xia.
After all, at the level of immortal swords, anything under quasi-saints were ants.
Ordinary Realm Complementing Heaven cultivators were even worse than complementing heaven realm cultivators, belonging to the category where one tremor of sword qi would kill large swathes – cannon fodder.
Chen Xia could summon and throw out this immortal sword tip, but could not wield the sword.
If he really wanted to wield the immortal sword, he would probably need a quasi-saint cultivator like the Fishing Old Man, and even then an old quasi-saint like the Fishing Old Man could not use the immortal sword for too long. Back when he was fighting the White Emperor, he had suffered backlash from the immortal sword.
And after the immortal sword was the so-called semi-immortal bronze sword, also one of Chen Xia’s trump cards.
Although both contained “semi-immortal”, the difference between the semi-immortal sword and half-immortal sword was as different as clouds and mud.
The forging of immortal swords had one biggest limiting condition – it had to be a Sword Dao emperor using his own sword dao truths to forge the sword, achieving sword spirit, before the forged flying sword could be called an immortal sword.
So immortal swords were also specially emperor’s swords, and each immortal sword contained the sword dao truths of that emperor.
It was worth mentioning that the last emperor of the Azure Heaven Sword Sea, Sword Venerable Emperor, had in fact not had his own immortal sword. He had used the immortal sword left behind by the founding emperor of the Azure Heaven Sword Sea, namely that huge sword lying horizontally in the center.
And now it had been passed down to Chen Xia’s hands, so it could be considered the inheritance of the Azure Heaven Sword Sea. It was a pity that it still could not be used now.
Chen Xia lowered his head and walked between the heart lakes without causing the slightest ripple, his footsteps very slow.
He occasionally could see glimpses of past experiences, not very clearly, very indistinct.
Chen Xia did not examine them closely. He just kept walking straight ahead, clearly walking on his own heart lake yet without causing any ripples.
He was expressionless.
“How pathetic.” An arrogant, mocking voice suddenly rang out, conveyed between Chen Xia’s spiritual and heart worlds.
Chen Xia stopped in his tracks and turned to look in the direction the voice came from.
There was an indistinct figure there, with not even the shape and looks discernible, only scarlet eyes visible on the head.
Meeting gazes, Chen Xia could not make out who this shadowy figure was, only feeling very familiar, yet also could not remember.
“No need to think about it, you’ll understand.” The indistinct voice continued speaking, the voice exactly the same as Chen Xia’s.
Chen Xia nodded. He roughly knew who this indistinct figure was. Right now he also did not speak, only turning his head back and continuing to walk slowly between the heart lakes.
The voice of the indistinct figure kept going.
“How laughable. Obviously don’t want to get involved in these mundane interpersonal matters, yet must run into them and cannot escape or avoid them decisively, only able to end up besetting yourself with annoyances.”
“If I were you, I would directly find someplace nobody knows about to hide away, truly settling mundane karma.”
“Or be more ruthless, raise the blade and execute, directly killing this mundane karma trapping yourself.”
“If I were you, how could I possibly be trapped by these trivial matters, utterly laughable.”
His words suddenly stopped as he gave a low laugh.
“No...”
“I am you.”
Chen Xia abruptly opened his eyes. Before him was a small house. He sat cross-legged within, Zhang DaoMing’s elderly voice sounding from outside the house.
He had returned to the realm.
Chen Xia let out a breath, slowly standing up and pushing open the door, waving to Zhang DaoMing who was cultivating medicine fields with a smile.
“Old Zhang.”
Zhang DaoMing’s expression froze for a moment before he also smiled. “Closed door training over?”
“More or less.” Chen Xia replied. Then he asked, “Anything happen these years?”
Zhang DaoMing shook his head. “Just over a hundred years, what could happen.”
“Right.” Chen Xia nodded. Over a hundred years to cultivators was indeed not a very long time.
Zhang DaoMing chuckled and suddenly spoke, “If we’re talking about things, Senior Brother Wang Yangzi coming to find you and telling you to prepare for the later great death realm battles should count as one.”
“I’m prepared, but nothing is guaranteed, I can only say I’ll strive for no accidents.” Chen Xia replied.
If it weren’t for immortals also participating in this so-called great death realm battle, Chen Xia really did not want to go. He figured he might as well have stayed in the realm to live out his years.
But life was just like that. Many matters were not whether you were willing, but whether you must go.
The tides of fate would push you to walk.
Although Chen Xia had eternal life, he also could not avoid karma.
He straightened out his cyan robe, recalling what Wang Yangzi had told him, and decided to take a trip to Triumphant Mountain to figure out just what secrets lay behind Triumphant Mountain.
He gave a brief parting to Zhang DaoMing and left extremely quickly with a flicker.
Zhang DaoMing gave a wheezing cough, breathing out turbid air. Visible sunset hues were on his face.
In life.
Nothing more than birth, old age, sickness, death.
Cannot run. Cannot hide.
He too would soon go as well.
In the middle layer of the realm, the silent for a hundred years Triumphant Mountain now had a guest come calling.
It was Chen Xia paying a visit.
The cultivators of Triumphant Mountain all recognized Chen Xia and knew he was the big boss of the entire middle layer of the realm. They quickly led Chen Xia inside.
Afterwards sect master Qin Ji came to receive him, bearing a respectful expression as he bowed to Chen Xia and said, “We have not had the honor of your presence for many years. Triumphant Mountain is truly overwhelmed by your favor today.”
“You had best truly want me to come.” Chen Xia flatly replied.
Qin Ji respectfully chuckled and gestured inward, “Please enter.”
The entirety of Triumphant Mountain abruptly opened. Their bodies sank until they reached a crimson great hall. The walls were all flesh, still continuously throbbing.
At the deepest end of the great hall, a flesh statue sat at the highest point. Its eyes gave off scarlet light, an evil aura.
Qin Ji bowed to the flesh statue and respectfully intoned, “Greetings, master.”
The flesh statue did not respond. It just stared straight at Chen Xia, yet not at Chen Xia’s face, instead staring fixedly at Chen Xia’s eyes.
Within Chen Xia’s eyes it saw another pair of eyes.
A pair of scarlet eyes.
It had seen these eyes before, once within Chen Xia’s body, and had nearly been killed by a sword strike.
The flesh statue began trembling, not daring to face Chen Xia, also not bothering with Qin Ji bowed beside it.
Chen Xia quietly watched this flesh statue then suddenly frowned, because he discovered this flesh statue had started trembling.
What was the meaning?
Suddenly deciding to reward itself?
Silence filled the great hall. Qin Ji still remained bowing without other actions or speaking further.
The flesh statue suddenly spoke to Chen Xia in a weak voice.
“Bro, I was wrong!”
The bowing Qin Ji gave a jolt, truly unable to keep composed.
How could this be the master of the forbidden zone?
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