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.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
