Chương 33: An Infant Soul Is Not Enough to See
"你...你见过吗?修炼者还是不太相信.
"嗯嗯."陈夏点点头,目光逐渐扩大,仿佛在回忆.
"那只手很大,满身雷声,就像小蛇从手指中飞来飞去,然后它就按下,啪啪一声,这座巨大的城市就消失了."
修炼者战战兢兢,点了点头,"跟老祖书上说的一模一样.
那么这只巨手到底是什么,为什么它会来到这个世界摧毁城市呢?
他们想不通.
"成为神灵还有什么其他好处?"陈霞转移话题,问道.
修炼者连忙回答道:"成神后,你会是全世界修炼速度最快的人,也会提升你在大道上的进步;这些都是祖先书中的记录.
"嗯嗯."陈霞点点头.他本来就没打算杀这些修炼者,现在看到他们的态度好,他就失去了杀人的冲动,眼中闪耀着翠绿色的光芒.
整个密室直接从地面升起,来到了荒岛之外.
修炼者看向陈夏的目光自然变得更加惊恐;这样的神通,简直惊天动地.
陈夏高高地站着,面向所有的修炼者,背对着海面上的夕阳,水面波光粼粼,映照着橙色的阳光和陈夏的绿衫剪影.
陈霞笑了笑.
"那么,先生们,帮帮我..."
"成为神."
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大宋南历三十五年.
陈夏金像开始在全国各地建造,每个区域都有一名修炼者守卫,负责对陈夏的金像进行打磨和祭祀.
当老百姓来祭祀时,他们会得到陈夏的祝福;不一定是他们的愿望实现了,但至少在接下来的三天内,他们心中遇到了好东西.
这导致越来越多的人向陈夏的雕像献祭,都是用真诚的心.
Chen Xia sat in the imperial city, quietly cultivating. He hadn't felt any benefits from the sacrifices yet, but he thought it probably required time to accumulate, and he couldn't rush it.
However, he also kept a watchful eye; if the cultivators were to betray him, he would kill them all at once.
One person's betrayal means death for all.
They were all supposed to be dead, but Chen Xia's soft heart let them live; if they caused any more trouble now, Chen Xia's heart would no longer be soft.
Apart from that, Chen Xia's daily cultivation was also extremely hard, mainly focusing on condensing the mysterious and turbid energy, wanting to inscribe the solitary combat-forcing "Netherworld Ultimate Realm" Dao chapter.
But this matter was still early; Chen Xia estimated that based on his progress, it would take a hundred years to gather enough mysterious and turbid energy for the inscription.
In addition, the sudden city-destroying palm also worried Chen Xia, like a mad dog; you never know when it will jump up and bite you.
You can't kill it first, you can only wait for it to bite.
This feeling was very uncomfortable.
Chen Xia sighed, the mysterious and turbid energy circulated once more, stood up, stretched, and slowly walked towards the door.
Huang Qingyue was tending to the peach blossoms, saw Chen Xia finished cultivating, her lips curled into a smile, hands behind her pert buttocks, hopping over, tilted her head and smiled.
"Brother Chen, do you think the flowers I've cultivated are beautiful?"
Chen Xia glanced at the now-grown peach tree and nodded with a smile, "As beautiful as you."
Huang Qingyue's pretty face turned red, her heart delighted, but she pouted and said, "How could they be?"
Chen Xia looked at her, his expression dazed for a moment, fell silent for a while, and suddenly asked, "Qingyue, what if we have to part ways later?"
"Why?" Huang Qingyue frowned, her expression tense.
Chen Xia chuckled, "I'm saying if, and there's a high chance there will be such a day; we both have long roads ahead of us."
Huang Qingyue's brows furrowed even more, puzzled, "Why can't we walk together?"
"Of course, I want to walk together," Chen Xia nodded, paused, extended a hand, and replied, "But nothing is as good as we think, right?"
Huang Qingyue, frowning, nodded, feeling Chen Xia's words were true, but she still felt reluctant. After a while, she mumbled, "If we really have to part, we will meet again someday."
Chen Xia nodded, his tone resolute and strong.
"Of course."
Parting is for a better reunion.
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Eighty years later.
Song Nan passed away, and the crown prince succeeded to the throne.
Chen Xia's "Great Turtle Breathing Technique" had reached its peak, just a step away from the Infant Soul realm.
And his golden pill had fully revealed one of its colors.
Bright white.
This is the color of time, years.
It is also his path.
Chen Xia can now freely control the flow of time within thirty meters around him.
Huang Qingyue's cultivation was also very smooth, so smooth that Chen Xia was surprised.
Unlike Chen Xia, who relied on the "Great Turtle Breathing Technique" to take shortcuts, Huang Qingyue solidly condensed the "Mysterious and Turbid Dao Chapter."
She has now condensed the golden pill and has a thousand touches of mysterious and turbid energy, enough to inscribe the Dao chapter.
Huang Qingyue's cultivation can be said to rely solely on talent.
But those with high talent all have one thing in common.
They stand out.
At noon a hundred years later.
A rainbow hung in the sky, like a broad bridge, under the gaze of everyone in the capital, it reached the imperial city.
A golden palanquin came from the sky, crossing the rainbow bridge, hovering over the imperial city, and two strange-looking young Daoists stepped out from the sides of the palanquin, hands clasped, and recited towards the ground.
"The Upper Sect is recruiting disciples!"
Chen Xia stood in the courtyard, feeling that this momentum was very similar to when the immortals took Xu Zhen as a disciple.
But times have changed; back then, he couldn't defeat those immortals and had little say. Now he has become the number one in the world and can negotiate with these immortals.
He just didn't know who was going to be taken as a disciple.
Chen Xia was still thinking when the golden palanquin suddenly fell to the ground, stopping right in front of Chen Xia. The golden light dimmed and was restrained, but various patterns could still be seen on it, like real dragons and divine phoenixes.
"I didn't expect such a small world to produce a cultivator close to the Infant Soul, quite impressive."
A woman's voice rang out, full of arrogance.
The two strange-looking young Daoists hurried to the door of the palanquin, bending their waists as if preparing to carry something.
The door of the palanquin opened wide, and a pair of feet as smooth as porcelain stepped on the backs of the two Daoists, looking down at Chen Xia and said again.
"But I'm not looking for you."
"Brother Chen, Brother Chen." Huang Qinghua called out as she ran in, seeing the momentum in front of her, frowned, and was a little wary in her heart.
The woman's crimson eyes looked at Huang Qingyue, her expression unclear under the veil, and she laughed.
"This little girl, come back to the sect with me."
Her tone was filled with an uncontrollable arrogance.
"Who are you?" Chen Xia asked in confusion.
"The head of the Ninth Mountain of the Immortal Realm," the woman spoke again, her tone full of pride.
"Never heard of it." Chen Xia shook his head.
"Me neither," Huang Qingyue followed, shaking her head.
The woman glanced at them, a little helpless in her eyes, and casually waved her hand.
"You just need to know that it's very powerful. I'm here to take disciples, not to explain this."
Chen Xia was still puzzled, "Shouldn't it be the Fuyao Immortal Sect that takes disciples?"
The woman looked at Chen Xia, not surprised that he knew these things. After all, he was about to become an Infant Soul figure and must know some situations in the Immortal Realm, so she suppressed her impatience and explained.
"Fuyao Immortal Sect is indeed your upper realm, but taking disciples is a matter of mutual willingness. Besides, this girl has a fate with our Ninth Mountain. Originally, you should have gone to our Ninth Mountain."
"Moreover, Fuyao Immortal Sect hasn't produced any great emperor figures for tens of thousands of years. Even now, with an additional saintess, she's just a seed of a great emperor, not a great emperor. Compared to our Ninth Mountain, it's definitely a level lower."
Chen Xia still frowned, feeling it was too coincidental. How could Xu Zhen be exceptionally talented before, and now Huang Qingyue is also.
The woman seemed to see his doubt and explained.
"You have only this much luck in this small world. Those with exceptional talent and qualifications will attract each other, which means heaven will create opportunities for you to meet, thereby increasing your luck."
The woman said this, and her red eyes looked at the two again, and she couldn't help but praise.
"You two can cultivate to the golden pill in this small world lacking in spiritual energy and luck, which is really good."
Huang Qingyue suddenly stepped out, her expression serious, and asked the woman.
"If I agree, can I enter the... Ninth Mountain with Brother Xia?"
The woman looked at Chen Xia, stretched out her tender white finger, and gently shook it in front of her.
"No."
"Why?!" Huang Qingyue almost asked.
The woman looked at her and explained, "He is a person without luck, even heaven and earth can't grasp, and his realm is low at the moment, which will more or less affect others. Our Ninth Mountain doesn't need it."
"Very much not needed." The woman added another sentence.
Huang Qingyue frowned, couldn't bear to hear others say this about Chen Xia, and immediately shook her head and said, "I won't go."
The woman's feet on the backs of the two Daoists seemed to increase their strength, pressing the Daoists to pant, and after a while, she continued.
"If you want to be with him all the time, then you must ascend to cultivate. You are now at the golden pill, and he is about to ascend to the Infant Soul. When the time comes, he will ascend first, and you will still have to cultivate in this small world."
"And it may be because he took away the last luck of ascension when he ascended, and you will have no way to ascend, and can only die old in this small world!"
"Are you willing to do this?!"
Huang Qingyue's eyes were a little confused, and she looked at Chen Xia for help.
Chen Xia frowned and asked, "How can we believe you?"
"Believe?" The woman seemed to hear a very funny word and let out a big laugh. After a while, she stopped and said to the two, "You can only believe me, you have no choice. Even if you descend to this small world, I have the cultivation of the Infant Soul at the very least."
"You can't resist me either."
"Right?"
Her smile was full of arrogance, spreading in the world.
"Infant Soul?" Chen Xia shook his head, "Infant Soul is not enough to see."
He took a step forward.
The breeze suddenly stopped.
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