The Difference of the Avatar, the Level of Faeries.

Chen Xia was now universally recognized as the top preparatory disciple.

This was because he had almost beaten Emperor Capital to death.

He really only lacked a couple more punches and Emperor Capital would have gained the qualifications to compete for the next Great Emperor in the next great world.

In other words, his next reincarnation.

As for whether Chen Xia's Dao heart was damaged, no one could really say.

One could only say that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.

Mainly no one dared to openly criticize Chen Xia.

After all, Emperor Capital's miserable outcome was still fresh in everyone's memory. He was truly pitiful, simply beaten for three hours straight. The treasures he unleashed seemed powerful, yet they were completely useless.

On the contrary, they only further provoked Chen Xia's fighting spirit, clearly angered by Emperor Capital's insignificant tricks. When he punched out, he didn't hold back at all, even flipping over the ground.

Perhaps Emperor Capital wouldn't have ended up so tragically if he hadn't fought back at all.

For a potential Great Emperor seedling to lose so disastrously was more than just damaging his Dao heart.

Damage to one's Dao heart could still be slowly nurtured back, but a reduction in Dao heart wasn't so simple to raise back up.

Because the mountain blocking his Dao heart was none other than Chen Xia.

Only by directly battling and defeating Chen Xia could Emperor Capital's Dao heart return to its peak.

Otherwise, Emperor Capital was destined to stay beneath Chen Xia.

This was the simplest hierarchy between potential Great Emperor seedlings - if I have fought and defeated you, then you can only lower your head before me.

Otherwise, if you could still hold your head high after losing, it just meant Chen Xia hadn't beaten you hard enough.

In each great world, the chance of a potential Great Emperor seedling becoming a true Great Emperor was around one percent.

In other words, Chen Xia only needed to defeat ninety nine more potential Great Emperor seedlings and he would have a high chance of becoming a Great Emperor himself.

Although the word 'cultivation' consists of the characters for 'refine' and 'practice', just refining and practicing alone is insufficient to produce many Great Emperors.

Becoming a Great Emperor has always relied on fighting and brawling.

If you don't fight, how can you become a Great Emperor?

Do you really think that sitting in your cave dwelling every day, circulating your cultivation methods a few times, hiding from the world for tens of thousands of years to avoid fighting, you can become a Great Emperor like that?

Such a cultivation method would frustrate even a quasi-Sage trying to advance.

Moreover, even if you did reach the quasi-Sage level, you would be the worst kind of quasi-Sage that anyone could come up and slap around.

Chen Xia's unlimited lifespan allowed unlimited growth, so he still needed to come out and fight from time to time.

Not to mention those ferocious and pugnacious potential Great Emperor seedlings throughout history who spent most of their lives fighting and looking for fights.

The process of a potential Great Emperor seedling becoming a true Great Emperor was the process of subduing all existences within a star realm.

There was even a fierce character who had rampaged through several star realms and joked,

"As long as I've beaten you all into submission, then I'm the Great Emperor, right?"

Because no one dared to refute him.

Of course Chen Xia wasn't that excessive. Firstly, he was lazy, and secondly, he really couldn't win against them.

Otherwise he would have gone to slap Old Fisherman long ago.

His current cultivation had a rather secluded rhythm to it. Every day he would refine pills, tease birds, walk dogs, and live quite carefreely.

It was like he had already retired despite being only a few hundred years old.

The only downside was that the birds and dogs weren't very obedient.

Chen Xia was too lazy to train them, so he just let them develop on their own.

It was worth mentioning that after Chen Xia entered the Mountain Moving Realm, the Giant Turtle Resting Art had improved again, becoming the Broad Turtle Resting Art.

In short, it just couldn't get past the turtle resting part.

The newly upgraded Broad Turtle Resting Art could cultivate up to the Chaotic Sea Realm, requiring 10,000 years of lifespan to consume.

Chen Xia frowned slightly.

He felt it was becoming more and more outrageous. A normal Chaotic Sea Realm cultivator only needed 5,000 years of lifespan, yet this Broad Turtle Resting Art required 10,000 years.

Damn, even if you started calculating from birth, by the time you finished cultivating the Broad Turtle Resting Art you'd still be short 5,000 years of lifespan compared to it.

This wasn't just a short-lived art, it was outright suicidal.

Normal people would not be able to cultivate such an art.

Fortunately Chen Xia was not a normal person.

Although the Broad Turtle Resting Art required more lifespan, it had one benefit - halving the required cultivation time and having no heart realm restrictions.

In other words, Chen Xia could cultivate to the Chaotic Sea Realm in just 1,000 years without any restrictions, he just needed to practice it a few times every day.

For Chen Xia this was very simple and relaxed, plus he was the only one suited to cultivate it.

Apart from that, Chen Xia still maintained the good habit of trading lifespans with Old Fisherman every five years.

This was free trade without any loss, every trade was a steady profit for Chen Xia.

The only downside was that the efficiency was too low.

The five year cooldown of the Blood Burning Soul Destruction Art truly greatly restricted Chen Xia.

If not for the time limit, he could have already prepared a flower wreath for Old Fisherman.

Even his high fortune right now couldn't improve the Blood Burning Soul Destruction Art, proving this art's rank was indeed very high, subjected to immense suppression from the Heavenly Dao's will.

If the two restrictions of the Blood Burning Soul Destruction Art could truly be removed, then the Blood Burning Soul Destruction Art could probably directly surpass immortal arts, even capable of changing the entire Great Myriad World's structure.

After all, the Blood Burning Soul Destruction Art was just too simple, even Golden Core cultivators could learn it.

But with the addition of the cooldown and lifespan trading restrictions, the Blood Burning Soul Destruction Art really became a useless art.

Even the creator had cultivated himself to death with it, let alone anyone else being suited for it.

Of course cultivators wishing for a peaceful death could still cultivate it. After all it resulted in a natural death, quite decent.

If arranging the magical abilities and arts of the world according to rank, the Blood Burning Soul Destruction Art could probably only be considered a low-grade Golden Core art.

The reason was that at least Golden Core was required to cultivate the Blood Burning Soul Destruction Art, otherwise it could be ranked even lower.

The magical abilities of the mortal realm were ranked according to cultivation base.

There were Golden Core arts, Primordial Spirit arts, and so on.

But after reaching the Heaven Patching Realm it was different, because Heaven Patching Realm cultivators could establish orthodoxy and start their own sects.

Therefore, Heaven Patching Realm arts were called Royal Arts.

Saints had Saint Arts, Great Emperors had Emperor Arts.

For quasi-Saints and quasi-Emperors, the character 'Half' would be added as a prefix.

However, just because 'Half' was added didn't mean Half Saint Arts or Half Emperor Arts were weaker than true Saint Arts and Emperor Arts.

Truly supreme level Half Saint Arts could rival low level Saint Arts.

In the previous great world, a quasi-Saint who failed to become a true Saint for 30,000 years relied on his unique insights into the Great Dao of Void to create a Half Saint Void Art that could rank in the top ten historically.

He forcefully tore open the pitch black void of thirty percent of star realms, triggering small scale annihilation of those realms, and within them slayed three Saints!

Therefore, although the power of arts were deeply related to cultivation level, it wasn't always just about cultivation level.

Additionally, among these abilities and arts, there was one exception - Immortal Arts.

Immortal Arts had no distinctions based on realm, anyone could cultivate them, and each person's path was different.

Some could use Immortal Arts to reach the quasi-Saint level, others could only pace about at the Primordial Spirit level while cultivating them.

Cultivating Immortal Arts depended on perception, karma, fortune, and compatibility.

The Mysterious Primordial Dao Scripture that Chen Xia cultivated was an Immortal Art, although not a very Immortal one, because he had only cultivated the first volume, so it could be considered an incomplete Immortal Art for now.

But due to his fortune, the dao chapters he had written could still upgrade, transforming from the Netherworld Desolation Realm to the Reincarnation Desolation Realm.

The effects had also changed.

Stealing thirty percent of the opponent's strength, any cultivator below the Heaven Patching Realm could be pulled in to finish them off.

Additionally, there was now another effect where Chen Xia could voluntarily cancel the Reincarnation Desolation Realm and also plunder thirty percent of the opponent's strength for free.

However, this thirty percent strength could not be stacked.

In other words, not only could Chen Xia 'check in', he could also 'check out' and collect a deposit.

It emphasized freeloading.

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