章 176: Unable to See the Past, Unable to Gaze at the Future
A bleak rain fell in the Vast Heaven. The spiritual energy was gradually becoming thinner. Although it didn't decrease drastically all at once, the cultivators could all sense it.
Everyone knew what this meant, but no one said a word.
Sometimes, Chen Xia would still stroll slowly along the Sword Pattern Path. He had walked this path for hundreds of years and still wasn't tired of it. He walked unhurriedly as always.
There were some strange flowers and plants by the roadside. Most of them had been planted by former disciples.
Now those disciples had left, but the flowers and plants remained. They decorated the place quite nicely. It was just that no one knew how long they would last.
The big yellow dog liked to pick flowers. Whenever it passed by, it would pluck one and put it behind its ear. Then it would start walking in a mincing gait. No one knew what it was up to.
Maybe it was just being silly.
Chen Xia sat in the old pavilion and propped his head up with his hand. He took out a thick book from his storage magic weapon and started reading.
This book recorded all kinds of Five Elements supernatural powers and spells. They weren't particularly powerful, just some basic ones. But fortunately, there were a lot of them.
There were not only some simple Five Elements supernatural powers but also combined ones, such as the Water-Fire Dual Method, and even extended supernatural powers like Ice Method and Lava Method.
But the power of these spells wasn't very great. Chen Xia was reading this book just to get a basic understanding so that he could create his own Five Elements spells in the future.
Chen Xia was also working hard to become stronger. But once one reached the Overturning Sea Realm, it wasn't possible to break through just by simple seclusion. It also required the accumulation of time and the comprehension of the realm.
Most of the Overturning Sea Realm cultivators went into seclusion to deduce supernatural powers or open up their sea of consciousness.
Chen Xia hadn't even mastered the basic supernatural powers and spells, so it wasn't time for him to deduce yet. Nor was he ready to open up his sea of consciousness.
Strictly speaking, he didn't have a sea of consciousness. He only had a sea of swords.
Fortunately, besides focusing on his realm, Chen Xia could also allocate points. Currently, he had stopped grinding for luck and was putting points into strength instead.
The Vast Heaven Sword Sea probably wouldn't last much longer. At that time, he couldn't just rely on luck to escape, could he?
Now, his luck was sufficient. Adding a few points didn't bring much improvement, and adding too many required too much time. Moreover, it was uncontrollable and unstable.
Chen Xia thought about adding points to reach the Overturning Sea Realm in terms of strength. By then, with his cultivation base and strength both at the Overturning Sea Realm, it should be more reliable than relying on luck. Right?
Well, it should be.
Chen Xia propped his head up, not entirely sure. After all, luck was an unpredictable thing. Its only drawback was its instability.
So Chen Xia had an idea. He didn't use the points he had accumulated. He saved them, waiting to see when something would happen to the Vast Heaven Sword Sea.
If something happened within the next two thousand years, he would definitely put all the points into strength to gain the power of the Overturning Sea Realm.
If it took four or five thousand years, he would put all the points into luck to create a 100% critical strike build!
Would a high enough luck score make his critical strikes more painful?
It should.
Besides his cultivation base and point allocation, Chen Xia also had the True Dragon Qi as his trump card. Currently, it wasn't very impressive and needed to be upgraded again.
The faith power provided by the Small World could continuously cultivate the True Dragon Qi. Currently, it had reached 40%. If he wanted to advance quickly, he had to rely on the top-grade Dao Medicine he was preparing to refine.
Now, he had almost collected enough True Dragon Bones. They didn't come from a single dragon. Chen Xia didn't even know how many real dragons they came from. But since he could piece them together, he didn't care.
Besides that, there were also materials like Azure Dragon Whisker Grass and Bletilla Root Wood that required a large amount of spirit stones.
Chen Xia asked Zhang Daoming to keep an eye out for him. If there were any, he would buy them. Price wasn't an issue. If necessary, he would even ask the auction house for credit.
With Chen Xia's current reputation at the auction house, it wouldn't be a problem to get a credit of tens of thousands of spirit stones.
Zhang Daoming nodded and asked one more question, "Will you pay it back?"
"Of course not," Chen Xia shook his head and stretched. "I'll pay it back with my pill refining services."
Zhang Daoming nodded. "That works too. Tens of thousands of spirit stones are roughly equivalent to your appearance fees for refining pills a few times."
"Alas, it's difficult," Chen Xia sighed rarely, looking troubled.
"Short of money?" Zhang Daoming asked knowingly.
Chen Xia nodded feebly and then glanced at him. "Why don't you be generous again?"
"You're asking for my life, my coffin money. I can't be generous," Zhang Daoming kept shaking his head and raised his eyebrows, asking curiously.
"Did Pan Dadao give you the money?"
"He did, but I didn't take it. He needs it to buy a coffin. It wouldn't be polite to take it," Chen Xia chuckled.
"Yeah," Zhang Daoming nodded. "Pan Dadao is quite old. To be honest, he's had a tough life. With his Mountain-Moving Realm strength, he was originally a medicine slave for a formal elder.
"Later, that formal elder died. Pan Dadao was lucky and worked hard. Another elder spoke up for him, and he became a junior elder with his Mountain-Moving Realm strength.
"After becoming a junior elder, Pan Dadao might have developed some minor faults of bullying the weak and fearing the strong. But actually, he didn't bully anyone much. He just asked other disciples to greet him.
"Maybe he wanted to regain his lost dignity in this way."
Chen Xia nodded gently. "You understand."
"Any cultivator who has climbed up from the bottom should understand," Zhang Daoming sighed and then shook his head.
"Forget it. Let's not talk about this. Maybe I'm getting old. I always like to sigh about this and that. I'm too wordy."
"Indeed, you're getting old," Chen Xia nodded. He saw the white hair on Zhang Daoming's head.
"Hehe," Zhang Daoming chuckled and slowly sat down opposite Chen Xia. "Everyone will reach this stage. You'll experience it too."
"Yeah, maybe," Chen Xia's reply wasn't definite. It was a bit uncertain.
"Birth, aging, illness, and death are the norm of time. Even Great Emperors can't avoid them. I don't want to go against common sense. Actually, why do people live so long?"
Zhang Daoming narrowed his cloudy eyes, lost in thought, with a nostalgic look.
"Now, I feel that the joys, sorrows, bitterness, and sweetness of life can all be experienced within a few hundred years. If one continues to live, it's mostly repetition. But I'm reluctant to die, so I've lived until now.
"Now I'm over five thousand three hundred years old. Looking back, I can't see where I came from. Looking ahead, I can't see where I'm going.
"I always say I've lived long enough, but I'm unwilling to die. Maybe it's like this when people get old. I don't know if I'm tired of this world or myself."
Zhang Daoming smiled bitterly, and the wrinkles on his face deepened.
"Maybe both,"
"Better a live dog than a dead lion. Don't think too much. Just keep living," Chen Xia shook his head and advised.
Zhang Daoming was a bit puzzled and frowned, asking in a low voice, "Is it really better?"
"Let me give you a different way of thinking," Chen Xia started to reason.
"Think about it. If you die, your inheritance might end up in my hands. What if I suddenly have the crazy idea to cremate you? You won't even have a grave, right?"
"Hehe," Zhang Daoming chuckled and suddenly asked, "It's okay if my inheritance goes to you. It doesn't matter if I don't have a grave. After a thousand years, probably no one will come to worship me anyway."
Chen Xia was slightly stunned. After a moment, he shook his head slightly. "You really don't care."
"It's okay,"
Zhang Daoming nodded. Behind him was the setting sun, emitting a dim light.
His voice was low, and his figure was short.
It was as if he was about to disappear.
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