Sword Sea Prison's environment was not very good.
It was a single room, and there was no bathroom.
Chen Xia sat inside, wearing heavy shackles, feeling the sword-filled seawater pouring in.
This feeling was not comfortable, because swords were sharp, so the sword-filled seawater was also extremely sharp.
When the seawater washed over him, it was like countless flying swords stabbing him, stabbing Chen Xia all over his body. Fortunately, he had three million flying swords supporting him, so there was no major problem.
Chen Xia had previous experience soaking in the shallow areas of Sword Sea for one hundred years. Although it didn't feel good, compared to being ten thousand meters deep, it could be considered a life of luxury.
And at this depth of ten thousand meters, there was one thing Chen Xia found most unbearable.
Boredom.
Extremely bored.
The surroundings were pitch black seawater, with occasional huge sea beasts swimming by.
He often sat in the prison cell, staring blankly at the pitch-black seawater, but no matter how he looked, there was only seawater.
No light shone down from the sky.
He couldn't get out either.
He was really imprisoned.
Chen Xia's cultivation was suppressed to almost nothing by the heavy shackles, the prison cell, and the ten thousand meter deep sea. Fortunately, he still had the bonus strength points from before, so he had some exceptional strength.
But it was actually useless. He was alone, trapped in the ten thousand meter deep seawater. He had strength but couldn't exert it. He could only listen to the fluctuations of the seawater and the trembling of the sword intent.
Occasionally one or two sea beasts would pass by, and Chen Xia would casually greet them, but it was useless. The sea beasts ignored him.
Sometimes an exceptionally enthusiastic sea beast would ram into the prison cell holding Chen Xia, opening its huge mouth and continuously biting and tearing at the cell.
"Alright, alright, I understand your kindness," Chen Xia said very concerned about this enthusiastic sea beast.
The prison cell was indestructible. After ramming and tearing at it for several hours, the sea beast gave up and spat a mouthful of seawater at Chen Xia before leaving haughtily.
"No manners," Chen Xia waved his hand to dispel the spat seawater and criticized.
He had already been imprisoned for thirty years and had gotten used to life in the prison cell. Although the daily lashing of the sea waves on his body was painful, it was not unbearable.
Compared to that, Chen Xia's mental suffering was greater.
No tea to drink, no chess to play.
This nearly thousand-year-old man really couldn't stand it anymore.
Could this be considered a life for a person?
The spiritual energy in the deep sea was also sparse. There was little opportunity for cultivation every day. The Turtle Breath Art would often end as soon as it began, even faster than a premature ejaculation.
Chen Xia was helpless and could only prop his head and sit blankly.
His current hobby was studying the fate techniques from Great Profound Capital.
The fate techniques appeared in his mind as a golden yellow piece of paper, filled with text he couldn't understand.
Chen Xia carefully counted a total of 353,000 characters, divided into eight sections, which were probably eight different techniques.
Chen Xia had already learned two of the techniques. One was a 70% strength doppelganger, and the other was the Turtle Breath Art.
However, Chen Xia was puzzled. This Turtle Breath Art was originally obtained by him from the elder that followed him when he left the small world.
It could also be considered a technique of the Heaven Reaching Immortal Sect.
But Chen Xia didn't understand why an elder of the immortal realm would possess a technique recorded in Great Profound Capital of the Great Heaven.
He couldn't figure it out, so he could only leave it unresolved.
Chen Xia propped his head and turned to think about Xu Zhen instead.
In his impression, Xu Zhen was still the little girl from back then who would affectionately call him "Brother Xia".
Thinking of this, Chen Xia couldn't help but reminisce and miss his carefree immortal life as an inspector in the small world.
That was true leisure. Anything lacking could simply be confiscated, and then it wouldn't be lacking anymore.
People really do become nostalgic more easily when older.
Chen Xia sighed. Then he thought of Xu Zhen again, his eyes gazing at the pitch-black seawater, as if seeing the tender little girl from back then.
"Brother Xia," the little girl timidly called out, lowering her head.
Chen Xia suddenly came back to his senses, paused blankly, then laughed at himself and shook his head.
"I'm really getting old, even my body is weakening. I'm starting to have hallucinations."
After thinking of Xu Zhen, he naturally also thought of Huang Qingyue.
Chen Xia tilted his head, tapping his knee with his finger. He felt that since both had the aptitude to become supreme rulers, they could also be considered seeds of supreme rulers. After entering the two major immortal sects, they would surely be well taken care of.
At least better than him sitting in jail now.
However, thinking that he might become elixir to extend their lives, he became worried for the two girls again.
In the future when he really escaped from Blue Sky Sword Sea, he would still need to find a way to check on the two girls in the immortal realm.
Although his lifespan was endless, and he could only watch the two girls pass away in the end, a natural death was far better than a sudden death.
People will die eventually, that saying is true, but life itself is what people need to experience.
Otherwise, if you live for death, my suggestion is to commit suicide immediately after being born by tearing your umbilical cord.
Chen Xia yawned and stretched, shaking the thick shackles as he stood up, adding the newly obtained points to his magic power.
【Magic Power: 30】
【Obtained Eye Technique: Divine Clarity Discerning Sight】
Chen Xia's eyes flashed with faint green light. Using this technique, he could make out the general scene of the pitch-black deep sea, including the sea beasts swimming around.
He could even see the sharp sword intent on the sea beasts' bodies, some more, some less.
Divine Clarity Discerning Sight could allow him to see roughly a few hundred meters around in the pitch-black deep sea. Further than that, it would become a blurry image due to the thick sword intent.
Chen Xia focused his divine sense and used Divine Clarity Discerning Sight to examine the golden yellow paper of fate techniques again.
Just glancing at it, the section on Turtle Breath Art instantly unfolded several lines of text that came forward to meet him in large characters.
《Abyssal Turtle Breath Art》
Below was an introduction.
【Hidden Heaven Abyss, Buried Star Sea, the deepest place is best for turtle breath. Ten thousand zhang deep hides the turtle, ten thousand years later transforms to dragon!】
Chen Xia was surprised. He felt this should be considered precision supply - being situated in the deep sea, he just happened to unlock the Abyssal Turtle Breath Art.
However, there was one point Chen Xia was not very satisfied with. Why was it still called Turtle Breath Art?
Why not just directly call it Abyssal Dragon Art?
The creator of this technique must have loved turtle breath deeply.
Chen Xia sighed. Then he carefully considered that the Abyssal Turtle Breath Art was not suitable for him to cultivate in Blue Sky Sword Sea.
The most suitable place would be for his doppelganger cultivating at the center of the dead star.
Ten thousand zhang deep, cultivating for ten thousand years.
These two points could be perfectly met by the doppelganger.
Chen Xia still propped his head. His eyes gradually lost focus.
On a planet outside the dead star, another Chen Xia opened his eyes from hibernation, turning his deep gaze.
The dead star, lacking vitality and collapsing ground, suddenly started to close up, finally closing seamlessly without any gaps.
Good night, good night, good night.