Kapitel 115: I Was Buried in the Deep Sea
Life in the sword prison was extremely difficult, like a fish that had been frying in an oil pan but never got cooked through.
Chen Xia started counting how many eyeballs of sea beasts he had eaten.
But there was no result.
After all, would anyone really remember this?
All Chen Xia knew was that most of the nearby sea beasts had become one-eyed creatures, and now the method of bleeding to attract sea beasts no longer worked.
They had all become smarter.
It was just that occasionally, sea beasts whose eyeballs had been gouged out by Chen Xia would come specifically to spit at him to express their anger.
Spit if you want. Chen Xia didn't care much. Anyway, as long as they didn't get caught by him.
Otherwise, he would definitely gouge out the other eye as well.
He was now sitting in the square prison cell. His tattered green robe, due to being stained with too much blood, had already become a blood-soaked garment, hanging on his body and adding a bit of a fierce aura.
The heavy shackles with many formations on them could no longer restrain him at all now. It was like a leather rope used to tie a lion, mainly having a decorative effect.
What could stop Chen Xia was still this square sword prison. According to Chen Xia's estimate, to be able to destroy this sword prison, one would at least have to be a powerful being at the peak of the Heaven-Mending Realm.
He couldn't do it. He was far from capable.
Chen Xia didn't use the points given by the system but saved them up, using them as a tool to keep track of time.
Now he had saved up 70 points. Adding the 29 points that were initially added to his mana, it was close to a hundred years.
"Huh." Chen Xia let out a short breath, feeling that the past hundred years had been really boring. He somewhat understood how Sun Wukong felt when he was suppressed for five hundred years.
He was empathizing with him.
The water flow nearby was turbulent, and a one-eyed sea beast swam over quickly. From a distance away, it opened its big mouth wide, with saliva swirling in its throat.
Chen Xia propped his head up and gave it a helpless glance.
Boom.
Before the saliva could be spat out.
The body of the sea beast turned into blood foam and powder and dissipated in the seawater.
The Old Fisherman's aged body walked out of the pitch-black sea and smiled at Chen Xia.
"It's been decades since we last met."
Chen Xia was still propping his head up, listless, and replied with a simple "Hmm."
He wasn't really interested in the Old Fisherman. The only time he was interested was when he cut the Old Fisherman's lifespan every few years.
Chen Xia had an idea. He didn't cut the Old Fisherman's lifespan every five years. After all, being too regular might make the Old Fisherman suspicious.
He randomly cut it once every five, six, or seven years. By the way, now there was one more person on Chen Xia's list for lifespan exchange, the Third Elder.
However, he didn't deliberately exchange with him. He just did it occasionally.
After all, the Third Elder was too weak. Since he could directly kill him in a head-on fight, there was no need to endure the process of lifespan exchange.
Exchanging lifespans was just a way for him to vent his anger.
"How's your cultivation?" The Old Fisherman asked with concern, just like all masters who cared about their disciples.
Chen Xia wished it was like that, but it wasn't possible. He still replied listlessly.
"I'm stuck. I can't go up or down."
The Old Fisherman immediately frowned, "You mustn't go down. Logically speaking, you should already have the cultivation level of half a step into the Overturning Sea Realm by now, right?"
"I'm almost back to the peak of the Mountain-Moving Realm." Chen Xia opened his mouth feebly.
"What's going on?" The Old Fisherman frowned tightly. He was extremely worried about Chen Xia's cultivation, as it was related to the future of the Heavenly Sword Sea.
"Without the Enlightenment Chess and Enlightenment Tea, it's normal to drop a few realms." Chen Xia replied like this, and at the same time, he changed the hand propping his head.
"Alright, alright." The Old Fisherman quickly smiled and took out Chen Xia's chess pieces, teacup, teapot, and tea leaves from his bosom.
"Master knows you need these two treasures to break through, so I brought them here specially."
"Thank you, Master." Chen Xia's usually calm expression finally showed some excitement. At the same time, he decided that he wouldn't exchange the Old Fisherman's lifespan for the next ten years.
Well, he would exchange the Third Elder's instead.
This was the second time the Old Fisherman had come to visit him, and also the last time in five hundred years.
From now on, the only things that would accompany Chen Xia were the pitch-black seawater, where there was no light to be seen and no sound to be heard, like a silent graveyard.
He was like a living dead person among them.
Buried by sword intent.
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The one hundred and thirtieth year.
The White Emperor descended upon the Heavenly Sword Sea once again. This time, the probing was even more direct. Using the True Intent of the Great Dao as a means, he directly reached into the Heavenly Sword Sea.
Under the pretext of helping the Heavenly Sword Sea clean house and getting rid of the antiques from hundreds of thousands of years ago.
Everyone knew what this "antique" referred to, and they couldn't help but be shocked by the White Emperor's audacity.
A quasi-emperor dared to say such words to a former Great Emperor.
But apart from being shocked, there wasn't much they could do. They could only stare blankly as the White Emperor's big hand reached into the Heavenly Sword Sea and into the sky above.
The first one to block it was the Old Fisherman. With his quasi-saint ten thousand-zhang true body, he stood between heaven and earth and struck horizontally at the White Emperor's big hand.
The void shattered into scattered fragments, like raindrops falling.
The Old Fisherman's horizontal strike only lasted for three breaths. The gap between a quasi-saint and a quasi-emperor was really too big. Even a saint was far from being able to compare to a quasi-emperor.
Only a great sage would be qualified to compete with them.
This time, the Sword Venerable Great Emperor in the sword sea didn't make a move. Perhaps his lifespan had really been depleted too much, and he no longer had the qualifications to make a move.
The Old Fisherman's quasi-saint true body was smashed to pieces and fell onto the giant sword, half-dead.
The one who really blocked the White Emperor was the current Sect Master of the Heavenly Sword Sea, who was also the only saint in the Heavenly Sword Sea now. He activated the Sect-Protecting Grand Array and, with the reinforcement of the sword power of the entire Heavenly Sword Sea, withstood the White Emperor's offensive.
At the same time, the giant sword lying horizontally in the middle began to glow.
"If you don't retreat, even if our Heavenly Sword Sea perishes tens of thousands of years earlier, we will completely cut off the opportunity and good fortune for you to become an emperor!"
After the Sect Master shouted this sentence, there was no sound in the sky. After a long while, a voice faintly came from the endless starry sky.
"Then this emperor will wait until your Heavenly Sword Sea shatters before coming to take away the Immortal Sword!"
"A quasi-emperor dares to call himself an emperor. If our Heavenly Sword Sea was at its peak, a quasi-emperor like you would be dealt with in just two strikes of the Immortal Sword!"
The Sect Master said disdainfully, not giving an inch.
There was also a sneer from the voice in the starry sky.
"Kill me? You'd better think about how to survive the upcoming reckoning first."
Since the Heavenly Sword Sea had produced a Great Emperor before, it was certain that it would be reckoned with in the future. Unless another Great Emperor could appear to stabilize the situation.
But that was a bit unlikely. As for the life-prolonging medicine for a Great Emperor, the current Heavenly Sword Sea couldn't possibly have it.
Because this star region had already entered a period of decline. The Great Emperors who had emerged in the past had sucked up all the luck and good fortune of this star region.
This was also the reason why it was difficult for a Great Emperor to appear in this star region now. After the reckoning, perhaps it would take another two or three great eras before a Great Emperor could show up in this star region.
As for the potential Great Emperors in the Heavenly Sword Sea, they could only become emperors in other star regions or in the Realm Domain.
Without a Great Emperor in charge, all words sounded so ridiculous.
Before leaving, the White Emperor casually waved his hand and wiped out a nearby living planet into powder, which was a way for him to vent his anger.
The Sect Master of the Heavenly Sword Sea lowered his head, looking at the deep sword sea beneath his feet, his eyes constantly looking back and forth between the two places.
He was thinking.
Should he choose the aging overlord or the invincible prodigy?
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