"Don't take Chen Xia away, please... please?"
The big yellow dog's ears drooped, its tone pleading and filled with an uncompromising determination.
Zhang DaoMing clenched his hands tightly, his palms sweaty, but he remained silent.
If it came down to a fight, his old bones should be able to endure for a little while.
The old fisherman shook his head gently and said, "You don't understand. The Blue Sky Sword Sea needs him."
"Why Chen Xia out of so many Heaven Mending Realm experts and Saints?" The big yellow dog asked, puzzled and shouting.
At this point, the old fisherman no longer wanted to conceal the truth and confessed.
"Because he is the life-prolonging medicine for the Sword Venerable Emperor, the medicine he is preparing to refine."
Zhang DaoMing's heart trembled, and he exclaimed, "Using a person as medicine?"
"Yes," the old fisherman nodded.
"Don't refine Chen Xia, please, I beg you, please don't." The tone of the big yellow dog was unusually anxious, with a pleading voice.
"I also want to, but the Blue Sky Sword Sea does not allow it," the old fisherman said, his expression emotionless as he shook his head.
"Don't, don't, refine me instead, I can be refined too. I heard that dog meat is delicious, the Emperor should like it, please!"
The big yellow dog was already kneeling on the ground, prostrating himself, pleading tearfully to the old fisherman.
"Leaving the Blue Sky Sword Sea is Chen Xia's wish, and I hope he can fulfill that wish. Will you grant him that? I am willing to be the life-prolonging medicine, it doesn't matter to me."
The old fisherman's expression remained solemn, with no discernible change. After a moment, he sighed.
"Since I entered the Blue Sky Sword Sea, you have always been at the Sword Forest. I heard from my master when I was a child that you should be the incarnation of a great figure who fell with regret."
"But I have never seen what kind of great figure you are from beginning to end. It's funny, I even had the thought that you could save the Blue Sky Sword Sea."
"Bugs can live for a long time, but if they turn into butterflies, they can only live for a moment."
The big yellow dog didn't understand; it just hoped that Chen Xia could leave.
Zhang DaoMing listened nearby, half understanding and half not, his brows furrowing.
In the starry sky, Chen Xia's body trembled, retreating tens of thousands of miles, suddenly shining with pure white light, long and translucent wings spread out, covering the starlight and stars.
He stood amidst the starry sky and softly said to the big yellow dog, "Don't cry."
Although the old fisherman was broad-minded, he was still taken aback by Chen Xia's appearance and furrowed his brow.
"Tianlong?!"
After a moment, he shook his head and affirmed, "It's the manifestation of the Tianlong."
However, Chen Xia did not respond further. With a flap of his wings, his body burst forth, like a pure white thread, and in an instant, he truly became a heavenly dragon!
Roaming the world, with an unparalleled bloodline!
The old fisherman formed hand seals with both hands, a gleam appearing on his forehead, and he shouted, "Ancient Seven Kills!"
An immensely powerful divine light shot forth from the depths of the universe!
The two collided, and the starry river trembled!
Inside and outside the Blue Sky Sword Sea, it was a fierce battle.
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The third elder stared at the trembling starry sky, darkness overshadowing the sword light to some extent, and even the headmaster was finding it difficult to withstand.
He couldn't help but wonder how wonderful it would be if the Blue Sky Sword Sea still had another Emperor, then everything could continue.
It would be acceptable if Chen Xia, the most talented one, became the Emperor to save the Blue Sky Sword Sea. He would accept it no matter what.
But that didn't happen.
Reality is relentless.
The darkness above his head is so prominent.
The Third Elder started to reminisce, flashing through his mind the journey of his life since entering the Blue Sky Sword Sea over ten thousand years ago.
In succession.
His personality was arrogant and domineering, offending many people. Looking back now, he may have made many mistakes.
But he has no regrets. The Grand Elder of the Blue Sky Sword Sea did nothing wrong.
He should have been revered.
Now that the Blue Sky Sword Sea is on the verge of destruction, how can he rely solely on others for hope?
The Grand Elder, revered above all.
The Third Elder clenched his teeth, and his cultivation in the Heaven Mending Realm reached its peak at this moment. He rose from the ground, turning into a stream of light, and a resounding shout echoed out.
"The Third Elder of the Blue Sky Sword Sea, will definitely withstand the Reckoning of the Great World!"
He surged forward.
And then he disappeared.
Like a stone sinking into a pond.
Better than nothing.
After this, streams of light rose, and voices resounded one after another.
"The Third Law Enforcement Elder of the Blue Sky Sword Sea!"
"The Second Elder of the Blue Sky Sword Sea!"
"The Elder with Divine Abilities!"
"..."
When there were more streams of light, they turned into rain, falling backward into the sky.
This is also the foundation of the Blue Sky Sword Sea.
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The slaughter in the star domain continued.
Chen Xia was slightly panting, and the Reckoning of the Great World had already fallen on him and the incarnated Old Fisherman.
"Everyone is rushing to their deaths, is there any need to keep me?" Chen Xia saw the stream of light and asked.
"That's even more necessary." The Old Fisherman nodded lightly, never once looking at the stream of light.
Chen Xia looked at the imminent Reckoning of the Great World, then looked at Big Yellow Dog and Zhang DaoMing, his expression somewhat worried, and asked.
"Can you send them away first, and then you and I fight without holding back, and we won't stop until there's a clear victor."
The Old Fisherman nodded. "Sure, the Star Gate is half open, sending them away is not a problem."
"Aren't we going together?" Big Yellow Dog drooped its ears and shouted.
"We'll meet again in life, don't worry." Chen Xia waved his hand and comforted.
The Old Fisherman waved his palm, and Big Yellow Dog and Zhang DaoMing were already on the Star Gate.
"If anyone asks me in the future what is the most absurd thing I've ever done, I'll probably answer, 'Becoming brothers with a dog and a bird.'"
Chen Xia's light laughter reached Big Yellow Dog's ears.
"But if someone asks me what the coolest thing I've ever done is, I'll answer the same way."
Big Yellow Dog's eyes filled with tears, and it wanted to stretch out its paws, but its body had already sunk into the Star Gate.
Neither it nor Zhang DaoMing could be seen.
Only now did Chen Xia's breathing intensify, and he looked fatigued.
The Old Fisherman whispered, "Although you're in the Heaven Mending Realm, you're using the Saint's divine abilities. It's normal that you can't win."
"But I can't admit defeat." Chen Xia exhaled, and three million flying swords burst forth. The spirit of the Heavenly Dragon surged to its peak, spreading a grayish-white aura.
Using all his divine abilities, all his techniques became apparent.
He used three million flying swords as the body of the dragon, with time as its spirit, transforming into a celestial dragon that shook the stars and rushed forward.
At this moment.
The Reckoning of the Great World arrived.
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The Blue Sky Sword Sea was the first place to face the Reckoning of the Great World.
Dark settlements span millions of miles in all directions, making it increasingly difficult for high-level cultivators to survive.
The battle between the Old Fisherman and the White Emperor lasted for half a month, extinguishing the stars and causing the entire sky to tremble.
However, the Old Fisherman, a sage, was ultimately no match for the quasi-emperor. Even with his immortal sword in hand, he was still at a disadvantage, which became more apparent as the battle went on.
Now, even the immortal sword trembled, and he struggled to hold onto it.
The White Emperor's eyes grew increasingly greedy as he stared fixedly at the flying sword. "Once I possess the immortal sword, there will be no need for a reckoning of the great world. I will first cleave through this vast sea of swords."
The Old Fisherman remained silent and, in his aged state, once again wielded his sword.
However, he was easily blocked by the White Emperor. "You have no strength left, yet you still dare to wield the immortal sword?"
In the three battlefields of the Blue Sky Sword Sea, victory or defeat must be determined here first.
The Sword Venerable Emperor stood atop the Sword Sea, his old body motionless.
It was not until the White Emperor's hand touched the hilt of the immortal sword that he suddenly raised his head. His eyes gleamed with a dazzling sword light.
The immortal sword trembled and shattered directly. The end of the hilt flew from the Milky Way and fell into the hands of the Sword Venerable Emperor, whose aged voice spoke slowly.
"Though I have fallen into desolation and cannot turn the tide, I won't tolerate any provocation before my death."
He raised the half of the immortal sword, and the entire Sword Sea began to boil. Even the dark settlements began to retreat, afraid to approach.
"Quasi-emperor, be cleaved with a single sword!"
He swung the half of the immortal sword.
A faint line appeared in the starry sky, as if it had cleaved through the entire expanse of stars.
It landed firmly on the White Emperor.
This was a single sword.
It cleaved through his defensive path, sliced through his treasured robe, and struck his divine soul.
The White Emperor let out a howl, his body bursting with imperial blood. His breath was feeble, staining the starry sky for thousands of miles. In a state of panic, he instantly fled, leaving this starry domain behind.
The Sword Venerable Emperor casually tossed the half of the immortal sword into the Sword Sea. His aura grew feeble, and he sighed, "I have grown old, and can only use half of it."
He sat cross-legged on the Sword Sea, watching as the Blue Sky Sword Sea continued to crumble, and softly said,
"Let's all leave."
After these words,
The Sword Venerable Emperor's aura vanished completely, completely sitting in meditation on the Sword Sea.
In the high reaches of the starry sky,
The headmaster fell from the highest point and landed in the shattered Blue Sky Sword Sea. The Saint's cultivation was completely destroyed, and he stared blankly at the starry sky, whispering,
"It's over."
The Old Fisherman, with his extremely weakened body, merged with his external avatar as he moved towards the tip of the sword.
Chen Xia emerged from the shattered stars, covered in bloodstains. When he saw the even weaker Old Fisherman before him, he paused and did not make a move.
The Old Fisherman raised his aged hand, holding the half of the immortal sword, and softly said,
"When I was in the Blue Sky Sword Sea, the thing I feared most was hearing you call me Master. I didn't deserve it, so every time you called, I would blame myself, as if a knife was scraping my heart."
Chen Xia's expression was complicated, and he remained silent.
"Now it's over. As your Master, in the final moment, I will grant you a chance at rebirth. Consider it my redemption."
The Old Fisherman gently waved the half of the immortal sword.
It pierced directly into Chen Xia's chest, carrying immense power and brilliance. They plummeted together, heading towards the depths of the starry river.
The aged voice of the Old Fisherman echoed softly in the starry sky.
"Consider it as me killing you. Without you, the Blue Sky Sword Sea, don't ever return."
"In doing so, I will not only be true to you but also true to the Blue Sky Sword Sea."
Chen Xia fell into the Star Gate, with half of an immortal sword piercing through his chest, sinking into the sea of swords within him, becoming the leader of three million flying swords.
The Old Fisherman turned around, facing the shattered Blue Sky Sword Sea.
His aging body straightened.
A lone figure in the expanse of the starry realm.