บท 70: The Nourishment of the Small World, Chen Xia's Daoist Title
Two months had passed since the incident in the sword forest. The course of the event had been constantly fermenting and spreading, and even alerted some old monsters who were in seclusion.
As a result, all the cultivators in the Azure Sky Sword Sea knew that a rather strange person had emerged in the sect.
A strange person who had forcefully swallowed three million flying swords.
After that, the cultivators at the Mountain-Moving Realm no longer had the chance to obtain swords because all the flying swords had been "eaten" by Chen Xia.
Wanted to get a sword?
Fine.
You could go find Chen Xia yourself and ask him to spit one out for you.
As for whether Chen Xia was willing to spit it out, that was up to you.
And Chen Xia had rightfully become the number one among the preparatory disciples. His limelight alone overshadowed all the other preparatory disciples.
He could be said to stand out like a single flower in full bloom.
Naturally, the preparatory disciples had nothing to say and couldn't even muster up the emotion of jealousy. Most of them were filled with admiration in their hearts.
There was no way around it. The fact that he had forcefully eaten three million flying swords was just too surreal. It was so surreal that they couldn't even dream of such a thing.
So they simply couldn't feel jealous at all.
When this incident happened, Di Du was still lying in bed, recuperating his fragile Dao heart. After learning about this matter, he lay there silently for three days and three nights.
Then, as if possessed, he kept chanting, "Since Di Du exists, why does Chen Xia exist?"
After today, Di Du's Dao heart had mostly recovered because he had completely come to terms with it.
He felt that he couldn't regard Chen Xia as a peer.
After all, which peer could forcefully eat three million flying swords, crush the sword attendant at the Overturning Sea Realm, and destroy the entire sword forest?
So he decided to regard Chen Xia as a senior.
With this thought, everything seemed reasonable.
If he lost in a one-on-one fight against Chen Xia, it would be considered losing to a senior.
Was it embarrassing?
Not really that embarrassing.
It was quite normal for a junior to be inferior to a senior.
With this thought in mind, Di Du immediately understood. His fragile Dao heart had mostly recovered, and he could even get out of bed and take a few steps.
He couldn't help but sigh.
This was the transformation of one's state of mind. Originally, he had regarded Chen Xia as a competitor. After being badly defeated by Chen Xia, he naturally felt frustrated and his Dao heart was on the verge of collapse.
Now that he saw the huge gap between himself and Chen Xia, a gap so large that they shouldn't even be in the same generation.
Suddenly, he understood everything clearly.
If someone insisted that Di Du was just afraid and didn't care about his face, Di Du also had something to say in response.
You ask Qiu Li to compete with Chen Xia. Do you think Qiu Li can do it? No, he doesn't have that ability.
If they really had to compete, Qiu Li couldn't even defeat Di Du.
Then the result was quite obvious.
Among the three Great Emperor's prodigies, Di Du was fine, and Qiu Li was also fine. Both of them were quite normal.
Now that Chen Xia, who didn't follow the normal logic, had emerged.
Could Di Du be blamed for that?
Definitely not.
After thinking like this, Di Du had mostly recovered. He decided to completely remove Chen Xia from his list of competitors and instead focus on studying Qiu Li.
At this time, Di Du had also found his own path.
As long as he always picked opponents he could defeat, he would be invincible.
The rain in June.
It came a bit later than in May and a bit earlier than in July.
Chen Xia was sitting in the pavilion, looking a bit pale. His qi and blood were not quite sufficient.
He had maintained this state for three months.
The three million sword qi were constantly circulating within his body, and it was a bit difficult to suppress them. He needed to circulate a large amount of qi and blood to counterbalance them.
This had led to Chen Xia being a bit anemic.
Fortunately, it wasn't a big deal. It was just that sometimes he didn't feel very comfortable, and he would sway a little when walking.
Anyway, it wouldn't kill him, so Chen Xia didn't pay much attention to it. A huge change was taking place within his body.
His sea of consciousness was constantly being filled by the three million sword intents and was gradually transforming.
If it was really filled up, his sea of consciousness should turn into a sea of swords.
When he broke through to the Overturning Sea Realm, it wouldn't be his sea of consciousness that would be overturned but the sea of swords within his body.
Chen Xia didn't know whether it was good or bad. After all, there was no record of this in books, so he could only take one step at a time.
However, considering his astonishing luck value, it should be a good thing. Otherwise, the title of the Chosen One could be taken away from him.
Besides that, Chen Xia also discovered a very interesting thing.
He could see the events in the small world he used to be in, as if his spiritual consciousness was connected with the will of the small world.
Or perhaps he was the will of the small world.
Nowadays, the small world had undergone great changes. If it had followed the previous path, the spiritual energy would have become less and less, the martial artists in the jianghu wouldn't be able to embark on the extraordinary path, and technology would have become more and more advanced.
However, since Chen Xia had smashed that giant hand, the overwhelming spiritual energy had spilled down, causing the recovery of spiritual energy in the small world.
The martial artists in the jianghu took the opportunity to rise. The ones with great talent even managed to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage on their own and established their own sects, which could be regarded as immortal sects.
Chen Xia had been in the Great Heavens for two hundred years.
There were already Golden Core cultivators appearing in the small world, and there were more than one. There was a situation of three rival powers, which were above the secular dynasties.
The mortal world also vigorously promoted cultivation methods in order to screen out good seedlings suitable for cultivation.
With more cultivators, due to the absorption and transformation of spiritual energy in their qi seas, there was also more spiritual energy in the world.
And Chen Xia was this world.
So all the spiritual energy was fed back to Chen Xia. The spiritual energy of the entire small world was used to support his cultivation alone.
This spiritual energy continuously entered his body day and night, secretly increasing Chen Xia's cultivation speed. Combined with the "Turtle Breathing Technique", his cultivation speed was roughly twice that of ordinary cultivators.
This was already quite terrifying.
It would take an ordinary cultivator a thousand years to reach the Mountain-Moving Realm, while Chen Xia only needed five hundred years.
Of course, in fact, he had only used three years, but it was from the Nascent Soul stage to the Mountain-Moving Realm, and he had taken some shortcuts.
So, roughly speaking, his speed was a hundred times that of ordinary cultivators.
It wasn't that exaggerated either.
Besides the spiritual energy, the small world would also supply Chen Xia with the power of faith, allowing his True Dragon Qi to continue to increase.
However, it increased rather slowly. The current progress was 300/10000.
It was unknown when it could be upgraded.
Fortunately, Chen Xia wasn't particularly anxious. The old fisherman wouldn't take action against him so quickly either. Judging by the old fisherman's Quasi-Sage standard, Chen Xia was still quite safe for now. Moreover, he had a sense of certainty in his heart. The lower his cultivation level was, the safer he would be.
This was called "The pig that doesn't grow fat lives the longest."
And if he really lived a long life, he wouldn't be a pig anymore, nor a tiger.
He would be a star destroyer.
It had to be mentioned that he really had a deep obsession with the star destroyer.
The immortal cultivation sects in the small world would all enshrine statues of Chen Xia, and they were placed at the top of the sect hall, above the founders of the sects.
Most of the statues were made of precious wood, inlaid with jade as decoration. The craftsmanship was exquisite, and they were vivid and lifelike.
The statues were good in every aspect except that they didn't look like Chen Xia.
The words recited by the sect masters of the immortal sects when they bowed to Chen Xia were also rather strange. First, they clasped their hands together, bowed deeply, and announced their own titles.
"I, Yun Miao, the third sect master of the White Cloud Sect, also known as Dao Xuan Zhen Ren."
Then they would recite Chen Xia's title.
"Paying respects to the Supreme of Xuan Huang, the Master of Three Thousand Great Dao, the Limitless of Heaven and Earth, the Supreme of the Universe, the Great Heavenly Venerable who Controls Life and Death, Changes of the Five Elements, and Mysterious Powers!"
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