บท 68: I Am the Sword Tomb
"I've already run away. There's no reason for you to keep chasing and attacking me. Can you gain experience or something by hacking at me?"
The golden light in Chen Xia's eyes flowed towards his body as he asked in bewilderment.
The sword attendant couldn't reply. It just held the bronze sword in its hand and pointed directly at the image of the thousand-zhang-long real dragon.
Chen Xia paced around, and the image of the thousand-zhang-long real dragon stepped forward, completely trampling the shattered mountains into ruins. Its golden vertical pupils stared fixedly at the sword attendant.
It was a tit-for-tat situation!
The elders on the viewing platform were curious. How could Chen Xia, who was at most at the Mountain-Moving Realm, dare to shout defiance at the sword attendant at the Overturning Sea Realm?
On what grounds?
They couldn't quite figure it out. From time to time, they more or less glanced at the old fisherman, thinking that the old fisherman should know something.
The old fisherman had an expressionless face and was also deep in thought. He thought a lot. The most important point among them was whether Chen Xia should be used as the life-prolonging medicine for the Great Emperor.
When he fished Chen Xia out at the beginning, he had thought it over and had high hopes, planning to cultivate Chen Xia, the only one in that small world, as the life-prolonging medicine for the Great Emperor.
Now he was a bit shaken.
The appearance of the three million flying swords was truly unprecedented and probably would be unrivaled in the future.
He hadn't even heard of any Great Emperor who could trigger such a strange phenomenon.
Moreover, this kind of thing wasn't just one occurrence on Chen Xia.
The enlightenment in the Nascent Soul stage, advancing to the Mountain-Moving Realm in one step, and now the image of the real dragon.
All of these were talents that were no less than those of previous Great Emperors.
As the elders had said, even if Chen Xia couldn't become an Emperor, he would at least have the cultivation base of a sage, and he would be among the most powerful ones at that.
He could have a "Great" attached in front of it.
There was a widely circulated saying in the Great Heavens.
A Great Sage is no less powerful than a Quasi-Emperor.
Although there was a bit of exaggeration in it, if there was a real fight, it was estimated that the Quasi-Emperor would win narrowly, but it was enough to show how powerful a Great Sage was, being able to forcefully reach half of the level of an Emperor with the name of a sage!
As long as Chen Xia didn't fall midway, he would at least be a Great Sage and could challenge a Quasi-Emperor.
After all, what the Azure Sky Sword Sea lacked was not a Great Sage or a Quasi-Emperor, but a real Great Emperor who could protect a sect in the great era.
The more the old fisherman thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt.
How nice it would have been if Chen Xia could have come to the Azure Sky Sword Sea thirty thousand years earlier.
At that time, the Sword Sovereign Great Emperor was still in good health and still had some remaining lifespan, able to continue protecting the Azure Sky Sword Sea.
If Chen Xia had started cultivating at that time, he would probably be a sage by now.
When the next great era opened, he would very likely succeed in breaking through on the road to becoming an Emperor and take over the responsibility of the Sword Sovereign Great Emperor and become the tenth Great Emperor of the Azure Sky Sword Sea.
It was all because the timing didn't match.
The old fisherman thought a lot.
But as long as there was a "thought" in front, it was all in vain.
He was just a link in the chain following the trend and couldn't change anything at all.
A Quasi-Sage wasn't enough, and a sage wasn't enough either.
Only a Great Emperor could blaze his own trail in the myriad heavens and become the real one and only.
Only a Great Emperor was the constellation that could leave a mark in heaven and earth.
Everyone else was just a foil to the Great Emperor.
The old fisherman had a gloomy expression. After a long while, he let out a soft sigh and stopped thinking about it.
His Dao heart was almost damaged.
Perhaps this was the inescapable ill-fated bond between master and disciple.
Chen Xia was very busy now. He directly controlled the image of the real dragon and charged into the sword forest, engaging in one-on-one combat with the sword attendant. However, due to the difference in realms, he had been at a disadvantage and was being suppressed all along.
Nevertheless, Chen Xia didn't show any signs of losing. Instead, he became more and more energetic as he fought. It was unclear whether Chen Xia was really that fierce or if the sword attendant was holding back.
Anyway, both sides fought back and forth quite vigorously. You struck once, and I struck once. No one struck more than the other. It was all about a turn-based fight.
The big yellow dog watched from a very far distance, whining anxiously on the spot and constantly thinking of ways to help Chen Xia.
But this kind of fight was not something that a Longevity Species like it could participate in. For the moment, it could only continue whining, so anxious that its mouth was crooked.
This fight wasn't evenly matched, so it didn't last in a stalemate for long.
Chen Xia was the first to show signs of decline and fell into the sword forest, under the three million flying swords.
The flying swords filled the sky in a magnificent manner, and the sound of the swords ringing never ceased.
The sword attendant, holding the bronze sword, didn't give Chen Xia any chance to catch his breath and charged forward again.
The image of the thousand-zhang-long real dragon disappeared.
Chen Xia slowly stood up. Actually, he wasn't worried at all because he definitely wouldn't die.
The elders watching from the sky, and even some higher-level existences would ensure his safety.
Because he was truly important to the Azure Sky Sword Sea.
In terms of being the life-prolonging medicine for the Great Emperor.
However, Chen Xia didn't want to place his life and safety in the thoughts of others.
He had to have the power to protect himself.
"I didn't take a single one of the three million flying swords before, yet you hacked at me with so many swords. Now, I'll take them all back with interest!"
Chen Xia's thoughts became clear. He stretched out his hand forward, put his two fingers together, and his spiritual thoughts rushed out rapidly, spreading across heaven and earth, communicating with the three million flying swords.
He didn't take the swords before because he wasn't a sword cultivator, didn't need swords, and didn't want to endure three million sword strikes either.
But since the sword attendant kept chasing and hacking at him.
He would take all these three million flying swords!
The two fingers that Chen Xia stretched out now seemed like a sword as well, gently tapping in the void in front of him.
The three million flying swords in the sky quickly circled around and came over, blotting out the sun and covering the sky. One after another, they swirled to in front of Chen Xia, like a sea of swords lying across.
The sword attendant slashed out with a sword.
But it couldn't withstand the power of the three million swords.
The boundless and magnificent sword intent surged out, repelling the sword attendant for several thousand meters, and cracks appeared on the bronze sword.
"I'm not a sword cultivator, and I don't understand swords." Chen Xia raised his two fingers, looking like the master of swords in heaven and earth, and made the three million flying swords suspend in the air.
"But I can be a sword."
He said this.
Then he directly grabbed a flying sword, transformed it into pure sword intent, and directly swallowed it into his abdomen, integrating it with himself.
The elders frowned. They did know this method of "eating" swords. It had a bit of a tricky meaning and was usually used for sword cultivators to achieve quick results, enabling sword cultivators to quickly establish a close connection with flying swords.
Although it was a bit of a trick, it wasn't too strange.
They originally thought so, but soon they would find that they had completely underestimated Chen Xia.
This person really couldn't be judged with an ordinary mindset.
Because Chen Xia directly opened his mouth wide, facing the two million nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred flying swords, and shouted.
"All the flying swords in the world, enter my abdomen!"
The ancients said that if you bite off more than you can chew, you'll choke.
But Chen Xia thought it was okay because his mouth was big enough.
He was qualified to swallow these three million flying swords!
The flying swords in the sky reversed their direction and rushed towards Chen Xia continuously. For them, this was a good thing, so they rushed forward eagerly one after another.
The three million pure sword intents were swallowed by Chen Xia in one gulp, so that his whole body was shining with brilliant sword light.
It seemed that at this moment, he was the most domineering sword in heaven and earth.
The elders' expressions were a bit dull, not knowing what to say.
They had lived for tens of thousands of years and had seen all kinds of scenes.
But they had really never seen this scene before.
An unexpected path suddenly emerged.
At this moment, there was no longer a sword forest in the Azure Sky Sword Sea, nor was there a sword tomb.
Because Chen Xia was the sword tomb.
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