The surging seawater poured in, like the impact of a wild and savage dragon.
Chen Xia bent down in the seawater, bending over and shouldering the majestic sword intent, his eyes flashing.
This was the gigantic sword wave that came every year in the prison, with sword intent as vast as the sea, endless as far as the eye could see.
Even Chen Xia's three million flying swords were incomparable, after all this was almost half of the sword waves that came from the deep sea.
The infinite sword intent pressed down, Chen Xia could only bend over to withstand it, which was considered good for now, as he could barely hold on.
The first time the waves came, Chen Xia was pressed straight to the ground in the prison, and almost passed out. Afterwards, each time got slightly better, and now he could barely resist it directly.
Was this tempering his physical body?
Chen Xia wasn't too sure, but his physique did indeed increase, and his comprehension of sword intent also increased a lot.
The biggest comprehension was that a sufficiently ruthless sword could kill.
For example, when he killed Qiong Qi.
During the decades he spent in this prison, Old Fisherman came to see him once, and first asked,
"Is it comfortable living here?"
Chen Xia was silent for a moment, then replied, "It's alright, it's just lacking some necessary tools for cultivation, leading to my current low cultivation speed, unable to break through the bottleneck for a long time."
"What is lacking?" Old Fisherman hurriedly asked. He was exceptionally concerned about Chen Xia's cultivation.
Chen Xia's expression was serious, speaking earnestly word for word, "The go board imbued with the meaning of the Dao in my residence was not brought here. If possible, bring my enlightenment tea as well. With these two tools for comprehending the Dao, I should see the bottleneck not far away."
Old Fisherman fell silent for a while, his gaze constantly examining Chen Xia's earnest face, not detecting any joking.
Could these two items really help Chen Xia comprehend the Dao and step into a higher realm? Old Fisherman couldn't figure it out. After all, some cultivators could indeed rely on items to comprehend the Dao and enter higher realms, thus there were many records of this in the history books.
The most recent one was a forbidden lord in the spirit realm, who relied on a coffin to comprehend the Dao and became quasi-sage, gaining a firm foothold in the spirit realm.
Therefore, it was hard to say when it came to comprehending the Dao.
But bringing over a go board and tea, wouldn't that make this imprisonment seem too frivolous?
Old Fisherman was indecisive. So he simply said, "I'll bring them over when there is a chance in the future. Don't neglect your cultivation while you are in here."
"Once I have the go board and tea, breaking through this bottleneck will be within grasping distance!" Chen Xia firmly replied.
Yet Old Fisherman didn't want to continue this topic, and instead clasped his hands behind his back, speaking earnestly,
"Actually, imprisoning you in the Sword Sea for 500 years also benefits you. You killed Qiong Qi, naturally offending the great family clan behind him, backed by the spirit realm. The Blue Sky Sword Sea also can't really deter them."
"If you didn't enter the Sword Sea Prison, you would have to face the reckoning of this great clan. How could a small quasi-celestial realm cultivator like you block such a huge clan?"
Chen Xia pursed his lips, frowning slightly, and asked, "Was Qiong Qi the offspring of some character in their clan?"
If so, they probably wouldn't let him off so easily.
Old Fisherman shook his head, "Qiong Qi was the seedling they painstakingly nurtured to become the next emperor, jointly cultivated by us Blue Sky Sword Sea. He was also considered a guardian for their clan's future."
"Then it's simple," Chen Xia said in a relaxed laugh, "Anyway Qiong Qi is dead. They might as well nurture me to become stronger, to be their guardian in the future."
Old Fisherman was stunned for a good while, before continuously shaking his head, "No, no, that won't work. You're not suitable, they don't need a human as a guardian."
"Why?" Although he knew the reason, Chen Xia still had to ask.
Old Fisherman clasped his hands behind his back again, his expression recovered to tranquil, slowly saying, "The great clan behind Qiong Qi is the Supreme Races Alliance, controlled by the warlocks and titans. They have never accepted humans before, and humans are unsuitable for them in many regards."
His reply was quite perfunctory.
Chen Xia didn't ask further. The only real reason was that he was meant to be longevity medicine for the emperors.
The master and disciple stared at each other.
"In this 10,000 meter deep Sword Sea, every year a majestic sword wave will surge. It's comparable to a strike at the peak of the quasi-celestial realm. You must be careful."
Old Fisherman rarely said something useful, warning Chen Xia to be careful of the sword wave.
Chen Xia remembered it, but didn't take it too seriously. After all, he had even killed the quasi-celestial realm level 6 Qiong Qi, what did he have to fear from a level 7 strike?
It turned out, he really should fear it.
The most terrifying thing about the sword wave wasn't its impact force or aura, but the nearly endless torrent of sword intent within it.
When Chen Xia endured the sword wave for the first time, he almost wanted to curse out Old Fisherman.
How was this only a level 7 or higher strike from the quasi-celestial realm? This was clearly a level 9 strike at the peak, perhaps even half-step spirit realm.
It pressed down like the heavens, the weight of the sword intent forcing him to stay bent over, even sitting was difficult. He could only lie on the ground.
The first sword wave lasted three days.
Chen Xia lay on the ground for three days, his entire body seemingly asleep, even his breathing nearly stopped.
Only half a month later could he unsteadily crawl up, patting his slightly tattered cyan robe, curling his lips in disdain saying,
"A trivial fatal blow."
Luckily he endured it, and even grasped some sword intent.
That's right, while lying there he didn't forget to take advantage of it, absorbing a lot from the majestic sword wave. He held on to some sword intent beneath him.
This sword intent wasn't much, just a tiny bit. And there were no flying swords to contain it either.
At first Chen Xia was wondering what use it could be. In the books he saw in the Celestial Pavilion, there were records of three uses of sword intent.
First was killing, very common, almost everyone used sword intent to kill.
Second was refining medicine, many bizarre ancient pills would mix in sword intent, to produce killer pills.
The third use was forging flying swords, using sword intent to temper flying swords, which could increase their grade.
This brought about another problem for Chen Xia.
Although he had three million flying swords, these flying swords didn't actually have physical forms. They were purely made of transformed sword intent.
If he wanted to refine pills, first he didn't have any recipes, second he didn't have a place, even more difficult.
After pondering for a long time, Chen Xia finally awakened, opening his mind, not bound by common conventions.
He chose to directly eat all the sword intent.
As long as it was a sword, he could eat it, the same went for sword intent.
The not-so-much sword intent entered his belly, mixing with the three million flying swords, absorbed one by one by some of the relatively stronger ordinary flying swords.
These flying swords could be considered treasures, just not yet awakened sentience, power not too high, so they couldn't be considered spirit swords.
But after absorbing the sword intent, these few flying swords snatched it successfully, like emerging cicadas breaking from their cocoons. They flickered with spiritual light, molting in Chen Xia's inner sword sea, becoming low grade spirit swords.
Chen Xia nodded, firming his belief.
As expected, as long as it was a sword, he could eat it.
...
Hopefully he would never encounter any sword cultivators in the future.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
