Ruins of the Quasi-Holy

Many cultivators went to the Quasi-Saint Ruins.

During the journey, Chen Xia met the most powerful group of cultivators, with an unparalleled prodigy leading them. According to the Elder, this kind of unparalleled prodigy could cross realms and kill enemies at the Heaven Mending Realm, extremely fierce.

One curious cultivator asked, "Who is more powerful between this unparalleled prodigy and the seeds of the Great Emperor?"

Most cultivators in this group were considered seeds of the Great Emperor, so they were very curious about this so-called unparalleled prodigy.

The Elder replied: "The unparalleled prodigies are actually the top outliers among the Great Emperor's seeds. Among the many interfaces and Great Heavens, there are at least three thousand seeds of the Great Emperor, so they also have to be ranked."

"Ordinary Great Emperor seeds should be the strongest batch in the same realm, not only able to defeat cultivators of the same realm in the younger generation, but also cultivators with deep foundations in the older generation."

"Slightly stronger Great Emperor seeds must be able to cross realms and kill enemies, at least cross one or two realms, and do so below the Quasi-Saint Realm."

When the Elder said this, his gaze sized up the eleven cultivators, then he shook his head and continued speaking.

"As for the unparalleled prodigies among the Great Emperor's seeds, they are formidable. If there are a total of three thousand Great Emperor seeds, then the unparalleled prodigies are the top one hundred among those three thousand."

"The criteria for judging their strength is that below the Quasi-Saint Realm, they must be able to cross at least three realms and kill enemies. Some powerful ones can even cross four realms and kill enemies!"

When he said this, he glanced at Chen Xia. He remembered that Chen Xia had killed someone at the Heaven Mending Realm when he was at the Sea Inversing Realm.

That was crossing at least three or four realms, right?

The Elder was still thinking when a disciple indignantly said, "Why is it crossing three realms and killing enemies below the Quasi-Saint Realm? Why can't it be above the Quasi-Saint Realm?"

The scene suddenly became quiet.

The Elder turned to look at this tactless cultivator with an expressionless face and sternly shouted, "Crossing three realms and killing enemies above the Quasi-Saint Realm, do you want the Quasi-Saint to directly kill the Quasi-Emperor?!"

"Then it wouldn't be an unparalleled prodigy anymore, even the Heavenly Dao would have to call you daddy!"

The tactless cultivator didn't dare to talk back. He had dared to make that tactless remark because he couldn't accept that he was the top prodigy in his realm, but when he arrived at the Great Death Realm, the Elder told him there were at least three thousand such prodigies here, and he was still at the bottom.

The gap was too big, so it was inevitable that some mental problems would appear.

In this regard, he was far from Chen Xia.

Chen Xia's mentality had always been very stable. Whether fighting or competing for opportunities, he would always retreat to the back and calmly watch the show with Ma Xiaohong.

During the journey, there were clashes with other cultivators, and some in their group got injured, though not severely.

This was the first time Ma Xiaohong provided medical treatment. Pink and green glows of light flashed in her eyes.

She coughed heavily with traces of blood on her lips, and her complexion visibly paled.

Blood dripped onto the clothes of the injured cultivator. Frowning when he noticed the blood stains, he coldly snorted, "Useless thing!"

Ma Xiaohong's already pale complexion turned even whiter. She shrank to the back, clutching the corners of her clothes tightly, not daring to lift her head at all.

The scene sank into silence.

The gazes of the other cultivators towards Ma Xiaohong were devoid of emotion, as if looking at a medicinal pill or some other expendable item.

"Here." A flat voice broke the bizarre silence. It was Chen Xia, holding out an elixir to Ma Xiaohong.

Ma Xiaohong looked up blankly, her pale face still dazed as she stared at Chen Xia.

"A life-extending elixir, consider it medicine for your injury." Chen Xia said flatly.

All the cultivators were watching them intentionally or not.

Ma Xiaohong didn't dare reach out to take it. She just kept clutching her clothes and kept her head down, not daring to lift it at all.

Chen Xia's outstretched hand remained there for five breaths before he withdrew it when she didn't take the elixir. He put his hands behind his back and whistled nonchalantly.

Some of the cultivators glanced coldly at him, and one even uttered, "Sympathy between useless things."

A flash of crimson flashed through Chen Xia's eyes. He quickly calmed his mind, lowering his head without a word.

The Elder glanced at him again with an indifferent look.

He had said before that Chen Xia's talent was not bad and his combat power was high. But with this sort of forbearing personality, his evaluation of Chen Xia would have to be lowered.

Let alone fighting, he should at least dare to retort. Only then would it match a prodigy's temperament.

With the group of twelve, it was no wonder that only Chen Xia could get along with Ma Xiaohong, since they both had forbearing personalities and naturally conversed more.

This was a small interlude, one of the small interludes on this journey, which increasingly widened the gap between the twelve cultivators.

The atmosphere in the Great Death Realm was very bad. It was an interface that had already been destroyed and annihilated, filled with countless resentful souls. Although individually not very strong, they would still influence the cultivators' mindset and lead them astray, destabilizing their Dao Heart.

And that was not even mentioning the various dark invasions. These dark invasions within the death realms were the most terrifying. They could easily influence cultivators.

Chen Xia had also told Ma Xiaohong about these things, warning her to be more careful.

Ma Xiaohong suddenly understood, "So the reason I kept wanting to escape was because I was affected by the dark invasions, heh."

Chen Xia glanced at her but didn't expose her. He only sighed.

His inner demon had become restless again, and the longer he stayed in the Great Death Realm, the more violently it would act up, as if wanting to come out for some fresh air.

Compared to Ma Xiaohong, he was probably the one more affected by the dark invasions.

The immortal art of Hiding Heaven wasn't urgent to use yet. After all, he wasn't at the critical moment yet and still had some time before going mad.

Chen Xia pinched his nose and controlled his state of mind, trying his best to maintain a carefree attitude and prevent his inner demon from gaining the upper hand.

After traveling for a month, the twelve cultivators from the realm finally arrived at the Quasi-Saint Ruins and waited for them to open.

Chen Xia suddenly slapped himself and muttered lowly, "Don't make trouble."

Ma Xiaohong at the side stared with wide eyes, her face filled with shock, truly unable to understand.