Chen Xia wandered around Qing Province, hoping to find some clues left by predecessors, such as the Martial Emperor mentioned by the cultivators of Qing Province. But he did not find any.
He also asked some other cultivators who came from outside the realm, from Foundation Establishment to Mahayana stages.
The answers he got were mostly ascension.
That is to say, these people actually ascended from weaker realms.
There were also a small number of different answers, saying they had heard Qing Province was a human realm, so they came from other provinces.
Chen Xia then asked how to go to other provinces.
These cultivators had only one answer.
Open the Star Gate.
It's just that Qing Province, for some reason, couldn't open the Star Gate at all, not even the smallest one that allows only one person to enter.
The cultivators all suspected that it was the handiwork of that ancient Martial Emperor who directly sealed off this Qing Province realm and cut off contact with other provinces.
In this way, a truly human realm was created.
But unexpectedly, after severing the path of cultivation, the spiritual energy revived again.
This resulted in the embarrassing situation today where humans are oppressed again.
"So Qing Province is allowed in but not out?" Chen Xia asked doubtfully.
"That's pretty much how it is." The Mahayana stage cultivator replied, and added another sentence.
"In fact, in the past, even entering Qing Province was impossible, but since the revival of spiritual energy ten thousand years ago, there have been some loopholes, that is, the entrance."
The Mahayana cultivator smiled again, perhaps because he saw Chen Xia was approachable, he continued.
"In fact, no one wants to go out. My Mahayana stage in my original place was barely noticeable, but in Qing Province I'm high above others, it's pretty good."
Chen Xia calmly replied, "Then you really took a big step up."
"Hehe, compared to you, that's really far from enough. I didn't expect you to be so powerful yet still come to Qing Province. There has never been a Reversing the Tide realm cultivator before." The cultivator continued replying.
"None at all?" Chen Xia asked again.
"I'm not sure of the specifics, but according to the records of other cultivators, there really hasn't been any. And when I entered, the old man who opened the Star Gate warned me."
"He said it's best for those below the Mountain Moving Realm to enter." The cultivator answered again.
Chen Xia frowned, "Why is that?"
"It also seems to be related to that ancient Martial Emperor, but I don't know the specifics." The cultivator shook his head.
Chen Xia was a little puzzled, "Can a Martial Emperor of one Qing Province be that powerful?"
The Mahayana cultivator explained: "Legend has it that in ancient times, this Qing Province was a large territory, and it produced fierce people who could slash the universe with a sword. The subsequent Martial Emperor went even further by severing the path of cultivation and forcibly separating the connection between Qing Province and other provinces."
"So we can see from this that the Martial Emperor must have at least been at the Heaven Mending Realm in strength."
"That's decent." Chen Xia nodded in evaluation.
The Heaven Mending Realm could already mix with the Supreme Elders in Blue Sky Sword Sea, like the Third Elder who was at the Heaven Mending Realm.
Although Chen Xia had always felt that the Third Elder was not powerful, that was from Chen Xia's perspective.
If looking at it from the perspective of the entire star realm, the Third Elder was already one of the rare few.
Of course Chen Xia was also like that, even rarer than the Third Elder.
If the Third Elder was rare,
Then Chen Xia must be a dragon whip.
Don't worry about whether it's crude or not, just say whether it's important or rare.
After that, there was no more useful content, just the Mahayana cultivator's eager chitchat.
Chen Xia ignored him and walked away quickly. It seemed that his way back was really that stretch of green sea.
Recently, the waves of the sea have been getting bigger and bigger, jumping up and down, not only splashing on the shore, but also going inland for thousands of kilometers, mostly trying to come ashore.
Qiu Yi stood on the roof of the small pill hall, with a hint of worry in her eyes. If the waves really moved in further, then it wouldn't take long before they would affect the small pill hall.
Chen Xia sat in a chair, he really couldn't stand it, the waves slapped the chair shaking it.
As the waves swelled and receded,
Chen Xia suddenly stood up, looking a little unhappy.
"What are you doing?" Qiu Yi asked worriedly beside him.
Chen Xia said angrily.
"I'm going to slap it twice, let's see if it still goes crazy!"
No sooner said than done, Chen Xia stepped out for tens of miles in an instant, arriving directly at the shore, and drilled into the waves.
Shortly after, two loud sounds were heard.
Then the waves started to roll back.
Really worked?
Qiu Yi looked stunned, she was really a little confused.
The big yellow dog sat on the stone lion, like a dog riding a lion, and asked Zhang DaoMing next to it.
"Old Zhang, how much money have we saved? Can we leave yet?"
"Soon, soon." Zhang DaoMing held his hands behind his back, carrying a jug of wine, his blurry eyes looking at the coming and going of strange-looking cultivators.
"Why is it always soon? Can you give me a definite answer." The big yellow dog urged.
Zhang DaoMing shook his head, "There's nothing I can do about it. To return to Blue Sky Sword Sea, we must at least refine the pills first."
The big yellow dog stuck out its tongue, a little dissatisfied, and began to think of tricks.
"Why don't we stop refining pills and just run there directly, I'm afraid it will be too late to find Chen Xia when we go back."
"You will meet wherever life takes you, you will meet again, what's the hurry." Zhang DaoMing gently comforted him, looking ahead, and said.
"Besides, how can the two of us run away, an old man and a dog, we are not even enough to be a meal for others."
"No no." The big yellow dog shook its head, patted its chest with its paws, and confidently laughed: "I'll just say I have rabies, no one would dare eat me."
"Then what about me?" Zhang DaoMing asked puzzledly.
"You just say you were bitten by me, duh, you're so dumb, old Zhang." The big yellow dog showed intellectual disdain for Zhang DaoMing.
Zhang DaoMing rolled his eyes, "For these powerful cultivators, let alone you having rabies, even if you were a mad dog they would still eat you without hesitation."
"That's too indiscriminate, isn't it." The big yellow dog gasped, it was quite frightened.
Zhang DaoMing shook his head, "What did you think, did you really think the cultivators of the realms are so reasonable, they are all cultivators who struggled in the sea of blood. They are much more brutal than Blue Sky Sword Sea."
"Those forbidden masters are even more terrifying. They make star realms forbidden territories and hide unknown secrets. Some of the forbidden masters even want to slaughter the emperors and use the emperor's blood to forge the supreme great path."
"Did they succeed?" The big yellow dog asked curiously.
"No." Zhang DaoMing shook his head.
"Hmph." The big yellow dog was very disdainful, "That's just pretending."
"As the supreme existence in the realms, the Forbidden Masters do have the capital to say so." Zhang DaoMing replied.
The big yellow dog was still disdainful, "Not as good as Chen Xia, it's just because Chen Xia is not here, otherwise he would discipline them in two strokes and make them all convinced."
Zhang DaoMing helplessly rolled his eyes, "It's just because Chen Xia is not here, otherwise he would discipline you first in two strokes."
The big yellow dog didn't reply, sitting on the stone lion, looking up at the sky.
At the very high place, there were countless twinkling stars.
Zhang DaoMing said these connected the countless small worlds in the realms.
"Can I see Chen Xia from here, old Zhang?" The big yellow dog suddenly asked.
"It should not be possible, but you can try." Zhang DaoMing picked up the wine jug and took a sip.
"Okay." The big yellow dog nodded heavily.
It strained its eyes.
And began to stare at the starry sky very seriously.
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