Immortal Sword summit, Supreme Great Hall center.
Old Fisherman and Sky Sword Sea Leader sit face to face, starting discussion about three Elders and Chen Xia.
"Fighting the three Elders in Heaven Mending Realm, does this mean Chen Xia already reached Heaven Mending cultivation level?" Old Fisherman asked first.
Headmaster shook his head, "When I swept with divine sense at that time, at most only six or seven layers of Sea Inverting Realm, far from Heaven Mending, just battle strength already reached, so can't consider Heaven Mending Realm, can only say a talent blessed by heaven."
Regarding Chen Xia's battle strength, no one could see through, the key is being unreasonable.
"Is the life extending medicine really only Chen Xia who can refine?" Old Fisherman frowned and asked, full of dissatisfaction in tone.
Headmaster put both hands flat, sitting in the main seat, surrounded by starlight, as if stars filled around, and continued speaking.
"Racial differences, to some extent, is even more serious than the struggle of the Great Dao. If not human race, not even a medicine primer, how to talk about medicine effects."
"In the Star Region, the human race is also weak. Other than reproducing quickly, barely any advantages, occasionally some blessed by fate of heaven, produce a few defying heaven characters, but that's basically on the scale of tens of thousands of years."
"Just finding Chen Xia, already cost us too much time and energy. And now at the end of the Grand World, though reluctant to admit, Chen Xia is already uniquely irreplaceable."
Seedlings of human race Great Emperors were already extremely rare, at the end of the Grand World, no more would appear.
In tens of thousands of years, Sky Sword Sea only found Chen Xia.
Old Fisherman knitted his brows, somewhat reluctant, "But if Chen Xia continues like this, at the end of the Great World, certainly can't reach the Saint Realm, how can he become the medicine primer."
The headmaster's surrounding stars dimmed, as he lightly shook his head.
"Some things, accomplish or not, depends on fate. The end of the Grand World is the will of the Heavenly Dao. Refining the life extending medicine also depends on fate. If the Heavenly Dao doesn't allow, can we really defy heaven?"
The headmaster shook his head again, self-questioning, "Impossible. Cultivators act according to heaven, even Great Emperors steal half of fate to accomplish the Dao, how can cultivators resist the Heavenly Will."
"If the Heavenly Dao doesn't want Sky Sword Sea to live, then only death."
"Sword... Venerable Emperor can't do it either?" Old Fisherman couldn't help asking again.
The headmaster still shook his head, "Not a match even at peak, even more hopeless near death. For Chen Xia's matter, I'm going with the flow now."
"Maybe some hope, hard to say. But with Chen Xia's current displayed battle strength, if he truly reached the Saint Realm, could we stop him?"
Old Fisherman was stunned. He had also carefully considered this question, and presently gave the answer, "Hard to say."
Indeed hard to say. Inverting Sea Realm at six, seven layers can fight Heaven Mending, at the Saint Realm could he fight two Saints? Truly hard to say.
Even if he can't win, he could always run right?
The only one Sky Sword Sea could be certain to capture Chen Xia, probably only the Sword Venerable Emperor inside the Sword Sea.
But could the Sword Venerable Emperor still make a move by then? That's really hard to say. Lifespans always diminish the more they're used.
The headmaster closed his eyes, the stars engulfing him. His low voice transmitted out,
"Take it one step at a time."
This should not be something a headmaster would say. But now, what else could be done?
Other than this, how else?
Or should he shout towards heaven and earth, "Oh no!"?
Ridiculous.
At most just one death.
Damn who doesn't die, what's there to fear.
The outer disciple region no longer had outer disciples.
Now only Chen Xia and several little Elders lived there.
Desolate.
This was half a month after Chen Xia broke through the cocoon. His pure white body already recovered normally, and his long translucent wings retracted.
At the same time, a prompt sounded in his divine sense.
【Celestial Dragon Form 1%】
【You are the highest Celestial Dragon in the Star Region, soaring amidst heavenly tribulation, standing at the pinnacle of the starry river, freely roaming the entire Star Region, devouring stars, pulling the starry sea.】
This was an introduction to the Celestial Dragon, written very impressively. Chen Xia also concisely gave his own evaluation.
"The Star Region should escape."
Indeed very illustrative.
Now there were no more numbers, changed to percentages. Chen Xia roughly estimated this 1% quantity should be equal to the full number of advancing from True Dragon to Celestial Dragon.
When Celestial Dragon qi reaches 100%, it should advance to the next level.
This was another long process. No other way, just slowly temper.
Anyway he won't die.
This was Chen Xia's thinking. So when he learned of Pan Dadao's death, he just froze for a bit, sitting in the chair without responding, eyes downcast.
He had long anticipated this day. When it truly came, he wasn't actually that heartbroken.
But how to put it.
Should still have liked to bid farewell.
Spring fades to autumn, sending off another passerby.
Seeing too much, time too long, it became very difficult to still feel heartbroken.
Chen Xia carried a jug of wine, some spirit qi pearls, and walked the desolate road to visit Pan Dadao's grave.
When he saw the short grave, he paused for a bit, then slowly walked over, standing before the grave, as if leaning against a friend unseen for years, his face revealed a faint smile.
Naturally there was no response.
Chen Xia set down the wine and hung the spirit qi pearls on the grave, shining brightly, just looking made one feel they were precious.
Chen Xia wasn't worried about theft. One, Sky Sword Sea now truly had no one. Two, no one dared steal his things.
Pan Dadao had said he wanted a purple gold coffin. At the time Chen Xia intended to give him some spirit qi pearls to decorate it.
And Chen Xia could understand Pan Dadao's mentality.
Because of low status in life, wanting something precious in death.
Was it precious?
Chen Xia didn't know. He placed his hand on the grave, as if leaning against a friend unseen for years. His face revealed a faint smile.
A breeze stirred, unhurried, fluttering hair and clothes.
Even the falling leaves were gentle.
Chen Xia suddenly rubbed his chin, fine stubble grew there.
This wasn't the body aging.
But mentality.
He stood at the short grave for a long time, as if accompanying an old friend.
Waiting for the breeze to stop.
Only then did Chen Xia slowly stride away. Reaching about far away, he suddenly turned back.
With one hand raised, he lightly waved towards the short grave, softly saying,
"Take care."
Dusk hung behind him.
Pale yellow, dim.
The green clothed figure didn't turn back again. Nor could he turn back again.
That's life.
Full of farewells, sorrow, regret.
And you're still powerless.
One life journey, over half bitter tears.