To Kill You in Thirty Years.

The Quasi-Saint Ruins were very large and winding ahead.

Almost all Realm Cultivators were exploring forward, trying to find the true major opportunity entrance of the Quasi-Saint Ruins.

And the little opportunities along the winding path were the spectacle of their fighting and killing each other.

In between, many Realm Cultivators must have died, and even at some opportunity locations, more than ten Realm Cultivators died, the scene was brutal.

This was the approach of ordinary Realm Cultivators.

The slightly stronger Realm Cultivators then changed their thinking, not taking the initiative to fight and snatch opportunities, but starting to kill people.

No matter if you have an opportunity or not, killing someone is an opportunity.

This approach requires strong fighting power as the foundation. If you are not confident in your own strength, you generally won't choose this approach.

There was also an abnormal approach.

That is to stay still and not move at all, Chen Xia even built a small hut in the grayish white mist, stressing leisure the most.

He was in no hurry.

Ma Xiaohong could not be urged either, always holding half of the sword tip.

Chen Xia did not ask for it back. Anyway, he could not take the initiative to use it, so he might as well let Ma Xiaohong keep it.

Moreover, he was not worried about the immortal sword tip being lost or snatched away.

The immortal sword tip had very strong spirituality. If it got lost, it could only mean that it wanted to leave by itself.

As for being snatched, it was even more impossible. Because the twelve layers of the Heaven Mending Realm probably could not really defeat this half piece of sword tip.

The immortal sword tip was the sword used by the emperor. It was also the most powerful killer among many immortal weapons.

Back then, the decrepit Sword Venerable Emperor used this immortal sword and nearly killed the White Emperor with one sword. If the Sword Venerable Emperor had been a little younger, the White Emperor probably really would not have survived.

Now without the emperor, only the tip of the immortal sword remained, but it should not have big problems slaying a twelve-layer Heaven Mending Realm cultivator.

At least it could fight evenly.

While the half-immortal sword Chen Xia had was much inferior.

What was the difference between the half-immortal sword and the half-piece of immortal sword?

To put it simply, one was not an immortal sword, and one was an immortal sword.

That was the essential difference, an insurmountable gap.

For the half-immortal sword to be promoted to immortal sword required an extremely long process, starting with the quenching of the sword intent, then comprehending the true meaning of the sword path, and finally, the promotion and reforging of its quality.

Only by fulfilling all these conditions was there an extremely small chance of being promoted to an immortal sword.

Of course there was another more straightforward method.

That was for the master to achieve the level of a sword path emperor.

The sword used by a Sword Path Emperor was an immortal sword.

That was the origin of most immortal swords.

Chen Xia let Ma Xiaohong keep the half piece of sword tip well. He did not reveal the grade of the half piece of sword tip, only saying that it was a very powerful thing that could protect her safety.

Chen Xia made a deal with this half piece of sword tip, promising to let it become the sword eye of his three million flying swords in his spirit sea afterwards.

This meant that the half piece of sword tip would become the leading existence among Chen Xia’s three hundred thousand flying swords below him, and the three hundred thousand flying swords would use their own sword intent to nourish the half piece of sword tip. This was nurturing.

The half piece of sword tip needed this kind of nurturing very much. That was also why it agreed to Chen Xia’s terms.

It certainly would not recognize Chen Xia as its master now. But appropriate transactions could exist.

In the future when Chen Xia achieved the level of sword emperor, he would join the sword tip and sword hilt of the immortal sword. By then he would be the new master of the Blue Sky Sword Sea.

How to put it?

It should also be considered orthodox right.

Chen Xia yawned and staggered up to his feet. The crimson glow in his left eye did not dissipate. The heart devil would occasionally appear and fight with him, but it was only for a very short period of time, unlike as serious as before.

After analyzing it, Chen Xia came up with the reason.

He had killed people.

Previously, the heart devil had been mumbling about wanting to kill people all along. And when Chen Xia beheaded Yi Huo, the influence of the heart devil instantly calmed down.

This meant that as long as the heart devil was satisfied, it would not affect the main body.

But was satisfying the heart devil really a good thing?

Chen Xia could not figure it out. He only knew that he needed to kill people, and more than one.

Ma Xiaohong sat upright to one side. After staying in the Quasi-Saint Ruins for a few years, her courage did not grow at all, still very nervous and afraid.

"This should be the fifth year right?" Chen Xia murmured.

"Mm." Ma Xiaohong nodded. She had been keeping track of time.

"I'm going out for a bit." Chen Xia suddenly changed the topic. Wearing the half-tattered green shirt, he slowly walked towards the depths of the grayish white mist.

His pace was slow, but his figure instantly disappeared.

Ma Xiaohong curled up slightly, hiding in the grayish white mist, head lowered.

Not daring to think, not daring to watch.

This was the first time the Realm Cultivators separated. The reason was to better explore opportunities. They separated not too far, keeping contact through their divine sense.

One of them, during the search, discovered a flying sword suspended high in the air.

"Hello."

Plain words came out, with a barely noticeable joy.

It was not the joy of reunion, but the joy of encountering prey.

Chen Xia's figure was fully revealed, holding the bronze sword, he nodded again at this cultivator.

"It's you." The cultivator's voice was low, "You dare to come back. You really don't fear death, heh heh."

"I dare not forget your favor of proposing that I enter the eye of the formation back then. I have come to repay you now." Chen Xia chuckled lightly.

The cultivator's brows furrowed, and he only coldly spat out a sentence.

"Go die!"

There was no more after that.

Three hours later, the Realm Cultivators suddenly lost contact with this cultivator's divine sense.

The Great Elder hurried over but saw nothing, not even a drop of blood was left.

There were still some residual traces of sword energy at the scene.

"Damn it, damn it!" He shouted angrily.

The seventh year.

Another lone Realm Cultivator went missing.

This time it was two and a half hours before his divine sense disappeared.

The Great Elder still couldn't figure out who did it even using his Searching the Origin magical power. It was as if he had vanished into thin air.

He did not dare to let the Realm Cultivators separate anymore.

The tenth year.

A flying sword of not too high grade abruptly fell in front of the Great Elder who was advancing and exploring.

The flying sword left behind a spirit force image, then swiftly rushed into the grayish white mist, disappearing without a trace.

The Great Elder frowned, beckoning over the spirit force image doubtfully and looking at it carefully.

What met his eyes were three skeletons making bizarre poses. Among them stood a petite figure, forcing out an awkward smile.

Ma Xiaohong!

He instantly recognized her. Amidst his shocked thoughts, he examined the other three bizarre skeletons.

One golden skeleton was only half intact.

But the more he looked at it, the more familiar it was. His pupils gradually widened as he growled through gritted teeth,

"Yi Huo!"

The spirit force image suddenly moved.

A nonchalant figure in green shirt slowly walked over and stood in the middle position. He pointed forward and grinned,

"Old Bi Deng, killing you within thirty years, even your ashes will be scattered!"

The corner of the Great Elder's mouth twitched. He spit out blood without recovering his spiritual force, and his body shuddered.

His Dao Heart was destabilized.