“Chen Xia, brother Chen, stop fighting, you're almost dead!”
Yan Zi couldn't help but shout, after all, she had a connection with Chen Xia and couldn't bear to see him die just like that.
Chen Xia didn't respond, trembling as he fumbled to retrieve a healing elixir from his tattered sleeve, then with his bloodied hand, he brought it to his lips. The medicinal power activated, and the pill formed, slowly healing his wounds.
After about ten breaths of time, Chen Xia slowly spoke.
“Can you do me a favor?”
Yan Zi scratched his head, feeling quite troubled as he replied.
“Brother, we're not even on the same team, what can I do for you? You should focus on saving your own life. You dared to charge into the Way of Heaven, and the Way of Heaven definitely won't let you off!”
“It's not a very exaggerated request.” Chen Xia forced a smile through his pain, continuing.
“I mean, if the Heavenly Dao's reckoning does come in the future, and if... if I don't appear, please help me look after a sect called the Blue Sky Sword Sea, just make sure it isn't attacked by any remnants of darkness.”
“Brother, I don't even know where the Blue Sky Sword Sea is! Besides, why don't you protect your own sect and ask me to do it?” Yan Zi said helplessly.
“I will protect it, so what I'm saying is just in case. I have other things to do right now.”
Chen Xia turned to face the entire Way of Heaven. Before charging into the reckoning, he had already understood one thing.
The Way of Heaven had discovered that he was the one who had committed the ultimate blasphemy.
So, there was no way for him to escape. Even if he returned to the Blue Sky Sword Sea, he would only bring the wrath of the Way of Heaven with him.
How to break the deadlock?
Chen Xia began to think. He usually didn't like dealing with such troublesome matters, but now he forced himself to use his brain and soon figured it out.
It was a simple solution.
Why not just beat the Way of Heaven up?
It was indeed simple, and only someone like him would dare to think of it.
Chen Xia turned his head again, his eyes blurred with blood, making it impossible for him to open them fully. He squinted at Yan Zi, his gaze like that of a dying man, yet still carrying an unyielding spark.
“Have you ever seen the strongest technique of the Time Dao?” Chen Xia asked.
“What?”
Yan Zi was slightly stunned, puzzled by Chen Xia's seemingly random question.
The shattered star domain resembled a broken sphere, with the two of them standing opposite each other. The dazzling lights of the emperors danced wildly above their heads.
The descending Way of Heaven was like an overturned great river, coming from above, ready to annihilate everything and restart the world.
A sound like wind arose in the void.
It blew Chen Xia's hair and stretched his blood, like red threads being pulled and then uncontrollably blown away.
“It would be nice if there was sunlight.” Chen Xia muttered softly.
“What?” Yan Zi didn't hear clearly.
Chen Xia didn't respond. He reached out to neatly arrange his tattered sleeve, then carefully wiped the blood from his face, trying to present himself as decently as possible. At the same time, he was thinking.
He wouldn't summon the Inner demon, because the Inner demon was also a blasphemer like him, and not strong enough. So, he communicated with the Inner demon in the Great Death Realm through his mind.
“I might have to sleep for a while again. The Blue Sky Sword Sea will depend on you.”
The Inner Demon said in a low voice, "Let me go!"
There was no response, and the connection was cut.
Chen Xia lifted his trembling foot and took a step forward, stepping out of the center of the crater, standing firm, like a pine tree standing tall in a violent storm.
A light from somewhere unknown reflected into the void, shining on Chen Xia.
Everything was just right.
Chen Xia lowered his head and whispered.
“Past...”
His voice gradually rose, and his tattered sleeve began to flutter upward. A gray-white color spread behind him, like the rise of a long river of time.
He moved his lips, his eyes turning gray-white, and shouted out the final three words.
“Future Method!”
Buzz!
All the cultivators present experienced a brief ringing in their ears.
Time seemed to suddenly stop, and the gray-white color instantly spread, as if they were all standing within a massive river of time.
Creak.
It was as if a door had opened.
A portal opened in the void, with three emperor heads hanging above it, creating an eerie atmosphere. Then came the sound of footsteps.
Slow and steady, they approached.
“Why is it always me?” The figure complained, leaning against the portal, reluctant to step out. He separated all the time colors, speaking alone with Chen Xia.
“What is it this time? Don't tell me it's some small fry again, I don't have the time for that. It has to be something big.”
Chen Xia nodded. “This time it's big, you'll definitely be satisfied.”
“Really?” The figure asked back, intrigued, then shook his head.
“Don't tell me you consider a four or five-dao emperor as something big. If your vision is that narrow, as one of your future selves, I’d be quite embarrassed.”
“No, no, just come out and take a look.” Chen Xia hurriedly shook his head.
The future Chen Xia looked up with confusion, then was slightly stunned, fell silent for a moment, and couldn't help but nod.
“Indeed, it's a big one.”
The light in the void flickered slightly again, as if urging him.
The future Chen Xia grinned, his eyes glowing with a blood-red color. If one looked deeper, it seemed like countless bloodthirsty souls were imprisoned within. He spoke to Chen Xia again.
“Take some time to think. If there's no problem, I'll step out of the portal. Once I come out, the Past and Future Method will be complete, and you'll suffer the backlash. Have you thought it through?”
“Yes.” Chen Xia nodded, then asked, “Can you win?”
The future Chen Xia frowned. “That's a good question. I'm not sure, after all, it's the past Way of Heaven, but don't worry, I'll definitely give it two slaps!”
“Good.” Chen Xia nodded. The light reflecting from the void moved away from his body, and his bloodied, mangled body was once again immersed in the void.
This was the most legendary battle since ancient times, and future generations would remember his name.
Chen Saint.
The future Chen Xia grinned, stepping out of the portal.
Bang!
The gray-white color of the world shattered like glass, and time resumed.
Click.
The footsteps landed.
Chen Xia's eyes instantly dimmed, his consciousness blurred, and blood spurted out as the backlash hit him, causing him to fall into the void.
In the void, a pair of extremely white vertical pupils flashed, vaguely resembling a primordial dragon swimming, but only for an instant. Chen Xia's body disappeared into the void.
The future Chen Xia landed his foot, standing tall, facing the crowd, and laughed loudly.
“Here I come, shining brightly!”

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