I Have 108 Personalities.

The Quasi-Saint ruins have not yet opened. More and more cultivators are waiting, now no less than a hundred, each guarding a location.

"The Dark Realm, Soul Domain, Thunder Star Domain, there are quite a few powerful figures who have come for this Quasi-Saint ruins." The Great Elder sighed with feeling.

Among the twelve people from the Domain, excluding the Great Elder, the leader with the highest cultivation lightly laughed and rolled up his sleeves, laughing, "In their eyes, are we not also powerful figures?"

This leader was considered the top genius among the geniuses of the Domain. His name was Yi Huo. He was born with half a Supreme Divine Bone, so his combat power was extremely high. Apart from the Great Elder, he was the only one at the seventh heaven of the Patching Heaven Realm.

The rest of the cultivators also laughed, "That's right."

The corners of the Great Elder's mouth also lightly smiled. He felt that geniuses should be just like this - at least they ought to have high spirits and not fear strong enemies. Only then could they live up to the title of genius.

Moreover, he was very reassured about the Domain's strength in this Great Death Realm Battle. It could be said that this was the strongest lineup in the history of Great Death Realm Battles, and they should be able to obtain good harvests.

Perhaps after they returned this time, after three thousand years, the Domain might produce several more Quasi-Saint powerhouses.

By then, the various Forbidden Zone Lords should also be very happy.

The Great Elder smiled, not yet discovering that the mental state of one of the twelve people had started going wrong.

A crimson color flashed more and more in Chen Xia's eyes as his consciousness became somewhat chaotic. It seemed he was about to enter a frenzied state.

He patted his own head, as if patting a damaged piece of furniture.

Ma Xiaohong looked on worriedly at the side, tightly clutching the corner of her clothes, very scared, but also somewhat relieved - relieved that Chen Xia was not patting her head.

It must hurt a lot right?

She touched her own head and became even more scared.

The other cultivators also noticed Chen Xia's abnormal actions but didn't take it seriously. Who would care about a logistician cultivator? They sneered,

"Scared to the point of patting your own head? If you're afraid, then obediently hide at the back."

Words of persuasion immediately rang out,

"It's very normal to be a little afraid since this is your first time participating in the Great Death Realm Battle. After all, this is your first time seeing such a big scene and so many genius cultivators. Being a little nervous and scared is normal. As long as you can adjust later on it’ll be fine."

After joking around for a few sentences, there was no more. It seemed to be for lifting the mood.

The leader Yi Huo was discussing matters about these Quasi-Saint ruins with the Great Elder. They were probably estimating this Quasi-Saint ruins.

Ma Xiaohong stood at Chen Xia's side. Her body trembled as she listened to what those cultivators said, but didn't dare agree.

Because she felt that Chen Xia would not be afraid.

From the time they entered the Dead Star Region, Chen Xia's expression had never fluctuated much, and had always been plain, as if he didn't care about anything.

Whether it was Zuo Ri's death, or the later collisions with other cultivators, Chen Xia's expression had never changed.

It wasn’t until half a month before rushing to the Quasi-Saint ruins that Chen Xia started having abnormalities.

The earliest manifestation was indirect head shaking, shaking very severely, as if wanting to shake his head off.

And his most recent behavior was patting his own head and slapping his own face.

This couldn't possibly be fear right?

Ma Xiaohong lowered her head, forcing herself not to look at the increasingly bizarre Chen Xia.

Yi Huo and the Great Elder finished their discussion and said to everyone,

"According to the Great Elder's guess, the outer layer of these Quasi-Saint ruins should have a great formation that gathers and filters out the first batch of candidates. Only the remaining ones can enter the real Quasi-Saint ruins."

"And inside the Quasi-Saint ruins, there will inevitably be mystic arts, treasures, inheritances and so on. Dangers are Quasi-Saint remnants, battles between cultivators, ancient guardians and the like."

"In summary, as long as we twelve people don't separate and follow the Great Elder closely, then there shouldn't be any accidents inside these Quasi-Saint ruins."

Ma Xiaohong stood at the very back. Seeing Chen Xia become more and more abnormal, she worriedly called out, "Chen Xia, Chen Xia."

"What?" A slightly raised voice rang out, as if carrying arrogance and disdain. Chen Xia's eyes were crimson as he looked at Ma Xiaohong with an upturned sneer.

"Ah... Ah?" Ma Xiaohong's petite body shuddered once. Her expression was blank as her cautious thoughts made her instantly realize Chen Xia's abnormality.

Very quickly though, Chen Xia slapped himself sharply, and the crimson color in his eyes dissipated. His expression became plain again as he said,

"Don't mind. Just now my second personality came out."

"Ah..." Ma Xiaohong still had a bewildered expression. She couldn't help but ask, "Have you... always been like this?"

"Mm," Chen Xia nodded. He explained earnestly, "I have one hundred and eight personalities inside me, known as the One Hundred and Eight Generals. Fortunately they get along very well. The one that appeared just now was my eightieth personality."

This was indeed touching on Ma Xiaohong's blind spot of knowledge. Her bewildered expression persisted for a long time.

In Chen Xia's calm eyes, a faint crimson brilliance emerged once more. This was not because his state of mind had problems, but because as they approached the Quasi-Saint ruins, it became more so.

It seemed like there was something inside these Quasi-Saint ruins that made the inner demon become more restless.

Chen Xia let out a breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. This was the second time he had done this action today. It was evident his state of mind was somewhat worried.

He suddenly asked Ma Xiaohong with a voice transmission,

"Why don't we run away?"

Ma Xiaohong's bewildered expression instantly became colorful. She was just about to nod her head.

Boom!

A loud sound.

The Quasi-Saint ruins dozens of miles ahead of them suddenly opened up, bursting open with a huge spiritual energy vortex. Tens of thousands of souls rushed towards the spiritual vortex, only to be quickly annihilated and become nourishment.

Thus the miserable screams and wails of many souls rang out, like a slaughterhouse.

The scene was very frightening, but none of the cultivators present panicked at all. On the contrary, their expressions were delighted. Some cultivators directly guffawed,

"The ruins have opened. My destined opportunity is here. Haha, I'll rush in and fight for wealth in this dangerous place!"

Some cultivators directly charged into the Quasi-Saint ruins, firmly believing in seeking fortune amidst danger. They didn't hesitate at all.

On the side of the Domain's twelve people, the Great Elder stepped on a flying shuttle. His body turned into flowing light as he forcibly opened up a path and charged ahead, shouting as he did, "Follow me!"

The Domain's cultivators followed the flowing light that the Great Elder had turned into and rushed forward. Their figures quickly disappeared.

Only Chen Xia and Ma Xiaohong were left standing at the back.

"Chen Xia... Chen Xia... let's escape now..." Ma Xiaohong said to Chen Xia in a trembling voice.

"Escape?" A disdainful voice suddenly rang out.

Chen Xia with crimson eyes turned his head. He suddenly reached out and grabbed Ma Xiaohong's head, grinned and said,

"Something so interesting has appeared, yet you want me to escape? Haha, come with me little healing medicine. You help me heal, and I'll ensure you don't die!"

He dragged Ma Xiaohong's head as he rushed madly chasing after the Great Elder's figure.

After he entered...

The tens of thousands of souls were silent.