Capítulo 181: The Dusk Lowers behind Him
At the top of the immortal sword, within the Supreme Hall.
The Old Fisherman and the Sect Leader of the Vast Heaven Sword Sea were face to face, discussing the matter between the Third Elder and Chen Xia.
"Being able to fight with the Third Elder of the Heaven-Mending Realm, does it mean that Chen Xia already has the cultivation level of the Heaven-Mending Realm?" The Old Fisherman asked first.
The Sect Leader shook his head. "When I stopped the fight that day and scanned with my spiritual consciousness, he was at most at the sixth or seventh level of the Overturning Sea Realm, far from reaching the Heaven-Mending Realm. It's just that his combat power has reached that level. So, he can't be counted as being in the Heaven-Mending Realm. He can only be called a prodigy."
Regarding Chen Xia's combat power, perhaps no one could fully understand it. It was simply unreasonable.
"Is it really only Chen Xia who can serve as the life-prolonging medicine? I'm also a Saint. Can't I replace him?" The Old Fisherman frowned and spoke, his tone full of unwillingness.
The Sect Leader placed his hands flat and sat on the main seat. Surrounded by starlight, it was like a sky full of stars. He continued to speak.
"To some extent, the division of races is even more serious than the struggle for the Great Dao. If one is not human, not even the medicine primer is qualified, let alone the medicinal effect."
"Among the star regions, the human race is weak. Except for its fast reproduction, it has few advantages. Occasionally, with the care of Heavenly Dao's fortune, a few heaven-defying figures emerge, but basically it takes tens of thousands of years."
"Just finding Chen Xia has cost us too much time and energy. And at the end of the great era, although I don't want to admit it, Chen Xia is already unique."
The Great Emperor seedlings of the human race were already extremely rare. At the end of the great era, there would be no more.
In the past ten thousand years, the Vast Heaven Sword Sea had only found Chen Xia.
The Old Fisherman knitted his brows tightly, still somewhat unwilling. "But according to this, Chen Xia definitely won't reach the Saint level when the great era ends. How can he be used as a medicine primer?"
The starlight surrounding the Sect Leader was dense, but it had already dimmed a bit. He grinned and shook his head gently.
"Some things will succeed if they are meant to, and if not, they won't. The end of the great era is the will of the Heavenly Dao. Refining the life-prolonging medicine also depends on the will of Heaven. If the Heavenly Dao doesn't allow it, can we really go against it?"
The Sect Leader continued to shake his head and asked and answered himself. "Impossible. Cultivators follow the will of Heaven. Even the Great Emperor only achieved enlightenment by stealing half of the Heavenly Fortune. How can cultivators resist the will of Heaven?"
"If the Heavenly Dao doesn't want the Vast Heaven Sword Sea to survive, then it will die."
"Can't even the Sword Venerable Great Emperor do it?" The Old Fisherman couldn't help but ask.
The Sect Leader still shook his head. "Even at his prime, he couldn't resist. Now that he's on the verge of old age and death, there's no way. Regarding Chen Xia's matter, I'm now letting it be."
"Maybe there's some hope. It's hard to say. But based on the combat power Chen Xia has shown now, if he really becomes a Quasi-Saint, can we stop him?"
The Old Fisherman was slightly stunned. He had also thought carefully about this question and gave the answer. "It's hard to say."
Indeed, it was hard to say. If someone at the sixth or seventh level of the Overturning Sea Realm could fight against the Heaven-Mending Realm, could he fight two Saints when he became a Quasi-Saint? This question was really hard to answer.
Even if he couldn't fight, he could always run, right?
Probably the only one in the Vast Heaven Sword Sea who could surely capture Chen Xia was the Sword Venerable Great Emperor in the sword sea.
But by then, whether the Sword Venerable Great Emperor could still take action was really hard to say. After all, lifespan was always decreasing.
The Sect Leader closed his eyes. The stars buried him, and a deep voice came from within.
"Take one step at a time and see what happens."
This shouldn't have been what a Sect Leader would say. But at this point, what else could be done?
Besides, what else could be done?
Should he shout "Help!" at the sky and the earth?
It was ridiculous.
At most, it was just death.
Damn it, who wouldn't die? There was nothing to be afraid of.
———
There were no preparatory disciples in the preparatory disciple area.
Now, only Chen Xia and a few junior elders lived there. It was very lonely.
This was half a month after Chen Xia broke free from the cocoon. His pure white body had returned to normal, and his long, narrow and translucent wings had been retracted.
At the same time, a prompt came from his spiritual consciousness.
[Dragon Form 1%]
[You are the highest-ranked Heavenly Dragon in the star region. You soar among thunder tribulations, stand on top of the star river, and can swim freely throughout the entire star region, devouring stars and pulling the star sea.]
This was the introduction of the Heavenly Dragon. It sounded quite awesome. Chen Xia also gave a simple evaluation.
"Star Region Hooligan."
It was indeed very vivid.
Now, the numerical value had been changed to a percentage. Chen Xia roughly estimated that this 1% amount should be equivalent to all the numerical values required for a True Dragon Qi to ascend to a Heavenly Dragon.
And when the Heavenly Dragon Qi reached 100%, it should ascend to the next level.
This was another long process. There was nothing to be done. Just take it slow.
Anyway, he wouldn't die.
Chen Xia thought so. So when he heard the news of Pan Dadao's death, he just paused for a moment, sat on the chair, and didn't reply. His eyelids drooped.
He had expected this day. When it really came, he wasn't really that sad.
But how should he put it?
He probably still wanted to say goodbye.
Spring came and went, and another passer-by was sent off.
After seeing so many partings and over such a long time, it was hard to be sad anymore.
Chen Xia picked up a pot of wine and brought a few spirit beads. Walking on the lonely road, he went to visit Pan Dadao's grave.
When he saw the small grave, he paused for a moment, then slowly walked closer. Standing in front of the grave, he paused again and said softly.
"Long time no see, Dadao."
Naturally, there was no reply.
Chen Xia placed the wine and hung the spirit beads on the grave. They shone brightly and looked precious just by looking at them.
Chen Xia wasn't afraid that someone would steal them. First, there really was no one left in the Vast Heaven Sword Sea. Second, even if there was someone, they wouldn't dare to steal his things.
Pan Dadao had said that he wanted to buy a purple-gold coffin. At that time, Chen Xia had planned to give him a few spirit beads to decorate it.
And Chen Xia could understand Pan Dadao's state of mind.
Because he was humble in life, he wanted to be more noble in death.
Was it noble?
Chen Xia didn't know. He placed his hand on the grave, as if leaning on a friend he hadn't seen for years. A faint smile appeared on his face.
A gentle breeze suddenly blew, neither hurried nor slow, stirring his hair and fluttering his blue shirt.
Even the fallen leaves were gentle.
Chen Xia suddenly reached out and touched his chin. There were fine stubbles growing there.
This wasn't the aging of his body.
It was his state of mind.
He stood in front of the small grave for a long time, as if accompanying an old friend.
When the gentle breeze stopped blowing.
Chen Xia slowly started to move. Walking in the twilight, when he was almost at a distance, he suddenly turned around.
He raised one hand and waved it gently in front. Looking at the small grave, he said softly.
"Take care."
The twilight hung low behind him.
It was pale yellow and not bright.
The figure in the blue shirt didn't turn around again. He couldn't turn around again.
Life was like this.
Full of partings, sadness, and regrets.
And you could do nothing about it.
On this journey of life, half of it was filled with bitter tears.
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