Bearing the Light of Thirty Thousand Years, Recalling the Sword Sea of the Azure Sky

There was no wind in the universe.

Yet at this moment, everyone's heart stirred.

Have you ever longed for it?

This was a good question. The former Fourteen Sons of Vast Sky, now Saints, all turned their gazes, seemingly recalling their time here. They chuckled softly, truly feeling a bit nostalgic.

The elders needed no explanation; their eyes downcast, if speaking of longing, they who had lived in the Blue Sky Sword Sea the longest naturally felt the same.

The pity was that they had been too afraid of death back then, which was why they left the Blue Sky Sword Sea. But when it comes to fearing death, who could avoid it?

With that question posed.

Chen Xia turned his head again to look at the Blue Sky Sword Sea. He raised his palm slightly, and a sword tip appeared above it, its sword energy howling incessantly, quite astonishing.

The broken part of the sword sea seemed to respond faintly. The half celestial sword in the Old Fisherman's hand trembled but quickly returned to stillness.

The River of Time beneath Chen Xia's feet gradually dissipated, focusing on a single point.

He stepped forward, landing on the deathly silent sword sea.

Everyone waited behind him, waiting for a Blue Sky Sword Sea.

The Saints in the star realm were all watching, waiting for an outcome.

Chen Xia stepped directly onto the edge of the sword sea. He looked down; this was the position where he first arrived at the sword sea. At that time, there was an octopus that traveled with him, but unfortunately, it died later.

The past was indeed not worth revisiting.

Chen Xia looked up and smiled at the distant Old Fisherman.

The silent sword sea began to tremble, boiling uncontrollably.

Three million flying swords emerged from behind Chen Xia one after another, all surging into the sword sea. The sword energy and sword intent reached a climax at this moment.

It was as if the sword sea had come alive.

The River of Time in Chen Xia's eyes condensed to the extreme, to the point where a grayish color began to cover his body, and his entire form began to flow at this moment.

His body transformed into time, becoming a river itself!

As I walk upon the sword sea, the sea begins to surge, and the vast sky begins to mend.

Between heaven and earth, thirty thousand years returned.

Countless star fragments began to gather here, fusing once again into star-like forms.

If they had already shattered, if they had already dispersed, then they were forcibly extracted from time, suspended in the universe, hanging low above the vast sky.

This was the outer periphery.

Chen Xia walked towards the Old Fisherman, his pace neither hurried nor slow. With each step he took, the world underwent great changes, as if rewinding a thousand years.

The elders of the Blue Sky Sword Sea stood in a row, their eyes wide, finding it unbelievable.

The Saints of the Blue Sky Sword Sea were a bit calmer, but only slightly. It was their first time truly witnessing the terror of the Time Dao, and they increasingly felt that this top-tier Dao was something entirely different from their own.

The Saints in the star realm were naturally also observing. Though they said nothing, their astonishment was evident.

It truly was rewinding!

Slow ripples spread out, reaching the very edge of the sword sea, rippling beyond the present, stirring up the past.

It was never enough to watch.

Without realizing it.

Chen Xia had already walked half the distance across the sword sea. Behind him was thirty thousand years ago, before him was the present.

The weight of time slowed his steps, but he continued to walk, steady and determined.

The Saints also felt a subtle pressure, as karma bore down on them, sharing the burden for Chen Xia.

Indeed, it should be so, for the Blue Sky Sword Sea did not belong to Chen Xia alone.

His steps continued, and so did the ripples.

By the time he had walked across most of the sword sea, Chen Xia could no longer stand straight. He propped himself up with half a sword tip against the sword sea, struggling forward step by step.

Behind him was the rejuvenated Blue Sky Sword Sea from thirty thousand years ago.

Just one glance, it looked as if Chen Xia was carrying the entire Blue Sky Sword Sea on his back as he moved forward, which was why his back was bent.

His gaze remained determined, bearing countless karmic ties and opportunities, walking alone, his steps never faltering.

Until the last ten steps.

His back was now bent to its lowest point, and with a thud, he fell to his knees on the sword sea, but did not sink.

The Saints of the Blue Sky Sword Sea watched with tense expressions. Emperor Capital was so anxious he kept rubbing his head, sweating profusely.

Chi Yu still had his arms crossed, but his hands had torn through the front of his robe, showing his anxiety.

Li Yang's gaze was fixed firmly on Chen Xia, not daring to miss even the slightest detail.

Li Yue's face was filled with worry.

They were all anxious, but anxiety was useless. This was something only Chen Xia could accomplish.

Chen Xia seemed to rest for a moment, then gritted his teeth and stood up again, continuing forward.

The ninth step.

A cracking sound, like bones snapping.

Chen Xia's expression remained unchanged as he limped through the eighth step.

His body was shaking, fists clenched tightly, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth.

The seventh, sixth... third!

He took several steps in succession, his body instantly bursting with blood, soaking his blue robe. The renewed Blue Sky Sword Sea behind him seemed about to crush him, the sword sea boiling and howling, sword intent resonating, the vast sky bright.

Chen Xia alone shouldered an entire era.

Would this era crush him?

No one knew.

The second step.

Chen Xia gritted his teeth and took it. As he stepped out, his entire body seemed to collapse instantly, falling onto the sword sea. The sound of breaking bones echoed continuously, but he still didn't sink, instead stubbornly supporting himself on the sword sea.

A bright light seemed to appear in the withered Old Fisherman's eyes.

Chen Xia gasped for breath, the time-like color in his eyes frantically shaking, the four Daos shining to their extreme at this moment.

In the Great Death Realm.

The inner demon looked up and muttered.

"You are me, surely you can do it..."

He added: "It's okay if you can't, you still have me."

The inner demon is the existence that values the main body the most, willing to cut itself off for the sake of the main body.

This is the Dao of inner demons in the myriad worlds.

The sword sea suddenly fell silent.

Even all the surroundings became quiet.

In the vast world, in the infinite time, only Chen Xia was moving.

He slowly stood up, his blood-stained blue robe fluttering. Limping, he took the final step forward. With a battered face, he smiled faintly and said softly to the Old Fisherman.

"I'm back."

With this.

The entire Blue Sky Sword Sea returned to thirty thousand years ago!

The Old Fisherman stared at him blankly. After a long while, his withered face moved slightly, as if revealing a vague smile. He said.

"You've finally come."

Chen Xia nodded, blood dripping onto the sword sea.

The Old Fisherman reached out, pointing the sword hilt towards Chen Xia, offering the hilt he had guarded for thirty thousand years. He smiled stiffly at Chen Xia.

"The sword..."

Chen Xia took the sword.

The Old Fisherman's body began to disintegrate inch by inch like fine powder, turning into faint smoke. Perhaps it drifted to the vast sky, or perhaps it fell into the sword sea.

He had indeed never left.

Chen Xia lowered his head, somewhat silent.

Thirty thousand years of time rewound, yet it still couldn't save those already dead.

The celestial sword began to tremble, the power of time unfolding its final rewind at this moment.

The sword tip and hilt fused together, as if they were naturally one, returning to their original form from thirty thousand years ago.

This was the celestial sword.

Chen Xia held the celestial sword, a wisp of sword energy lingering on the blade, as if urging him to swing it.

So he slashed towards the sky.

Whoosh!

A clear sword cry instantly resonated for a million miles around.

An endless sword light from bottom to top cut through the entire world, like a bright line appearing in the star realm.

A line that could cut through the entire star realm.

Above the sky, below the sky.

One sword was enough.