The ferry's journey afterwards was uneventful.
Huangli Realm's reputation was gradually rising, mainly because a mentally unstable genius had emerged.
It was true that his mental state was not very good, but that did not mean this genius had poor intelligence.
The Great Elder of Dou Realm was the best proof. He tried to deceive that genius with some misleading words, but ended up being heavily injured by a punch.
After an examination, it turned out that there were not actually any punch wounds, not even many thunder injuries.
The main manifestation was that his flesh was blasted into fragrance.
So it seemed that this mentally abnormal genius cultivator of Huangli Realm should be a cultivator who specialized in thunder laws.
Looking at the grade of his protective thunder, his combat power should be at the pinnacle of the Being Filled Heaven Realm, already one of the top combat powers in the Great Death Realm.
Thinking of this, cultivators from the other two realms found it somewhat unacceptable.
How could it be Huangli Realm?
How could it be Huangli Realm?
Two consecutive questions proved that the elders of the other two realms really could not accept it.
They had planned and calculated that they could suddenly attack and dismember the entire Huangli Realm during the journey, splitting the gains fifty-fifty.
But Huangli Realm seemed to have walked into good fortune, suddenly producing such a so-called top-level genius, disrupting their plans.
They were extremely indignant, but could only restrain themselves.
On the Huangli Realm's ferry.
After traveling for three months, there was another guest outside Chen Xia's residence, with rather light footsteps. She knocked twice on the door, then fell silent.
Chen Xia was now in a serious rebellious period, mainly manifested in a cold war with himself, with arms crossed and not saying a word.
The knock at the door interrupted this cold war.
The heart devil and Chen Xia still wore the same pants after all. Naturally, they would unite against outsiders when someone else appeared.
"Who is it?" he asked.
"Qing Xia, genius of Huangli Realm," a crisp female voice sounded from outside the door, neither humble nor pushy, but very calm.
"What do you want?" Chen Xia asked again.
"I have some news to bring to you. Elder Xuan Li is not convenient, so he asked me to come," the female voice continued.
"Oh, then go ahead," Chen Xia nodded, showing no intention of letting the woman in at all.
It had to be said that he was capable of easily doing things that ordinary people could not.
The voice outside was also stunned for a while, and then really started talking.
"Regarding the Dead Sea Star River you want to go to, if everything goes smoothly, it will probably take about three more years to arrive."
"You mean things might not go smoothly?" Chen Xia frowned and asked.
"Star region turbulence, ambushes by other cultivators, flood of dead souls, etc., these are sudden events in the death star realm that cannot be calculated, and the occurrence of any one would greatly delay the journey, or even lead to the disappearance of one's Dao and death."
Qing Xia replied, and added: "So the stars leading to the Dead Sea Star River may be delayed by a few more years, but you don't have to worry, because the largest ruins in the Dead Sea Star River only opens once every thirty years."
"If you want to find cultivators from Immortal Realm, you should be able to make it."
"Well, as long as I can make it, I won't ask you guys to go faster," Chen Xia was still very reasonable.
Qing Xia hesitated for a moment, then said again, "Some news has come from the Dead Sea Star River recently, all about the geniuses of higher realms. I don't know if you want to hear it."
"Go ahead," Chen Xia sat cross-legged and tapped his knees with his hand.
Qing Xia sorted out her thoughts and began to tell him.
"Because too many geniuses have accumulated in the Dead Sea Star River, it is said that positions are now being assigned according to strength. The stronger the genius, the closer their position to the ruins."
"This unavoidably leads to battles. The most eye-catching battle was last month's battle between the Divine Realm Prince and the Heaven Realm Little Heavenly Emperor."
"These two are extremely powerful geniuses. When they battled, their supernatural powers were fully utilized, shattering the void and revealing the Great Dao..."
"Who won?" Chen Xia interrupted directly and started asking about the outcome.
Qing Xia was taken aback. She felt that if she was telling a story to him, it would definitely be very cost-effective.
She shook her head and said, "No victory or defeat came out of the battle. Perhaps neither side went all out, after all it was not a life-or-death battle, so there was no need to reveal their hole cards."
"After that, the Divine Realm Prince provoked Xuan Zhen of Immortal Realm again, and the two exchanged a total of seventeen moves. The first fifteen moves were equally matched."
"On the sixteenth move, it seemed that real fire broke out. The Divine Realm Prince summoned the full might of the Golden Divine Spear, said to rival immortal treasures, and nailed Xuan Zhen of Immortal Realm back hundreds of miles away, blasting open the stars."
Qing Xia paused here and raised her tone slightly to build up the atmosphere.
"The seventeenth move was the deciding move of the battle. The Prince shot to kill again with the Golden Divine Spear, while Xuan Zhen of Immortal Realm took out a heart feather of the Eternal Divine Phoenix and turned it into three thousand killing boundaries to trap and kill the Divine Realm Prince. When the two clashed..."
"Who won?" Chen Xia interrupted again.
He really cared a lot about the outcome.
Qing Xia smiled helplessly again. "The information received didn't say who won, only that both sides suffered some minor injuries, with little impact, as the price to pay for the initial probing."
"These three geniuses are now the top existences in the Great Death Realm. Geniuses below them have to be placed on a lower step before clashing with them."
"But according to other top powers' guesses, there should be a few more geniuses on the same level as them, such as the Little Supreme of Supreme Realm, the Lord of Thousand Stars of Twilight Realm, the Myriad Forms Demon of Void Realm, etc."
"Which step are you on?" Chen Xia suddenly asked.
The scene fell silent again.
Qing Xia stood outside, shaking her head helplessly. "I should be on the last step."
Because Huangli Realm itself was the last realm.
"Why don't you move up? Is it because you don't like it?" Chen Xia asked again.
Qing Xia could still only smile helplessly, bowing her head without answering.
The answer was obvious.
It was because she didn't have the ability.
And it was precisely because she didn't have the ability that the entire Huangli Realm wanted to curry favor with Chen Xia.
It couldn't even be considered currying favor, at most mutual benefit.
Chen Xia had gotten on the ferry, and also agreed to protect them twice.
For such a powerful cultivator like Chen Xia, this was actually a huge concession to them already.
Because the weak did not have the qualifications to negotiate terms with the strong at all.
Chen Xia could have killed all Huangli Realm cultivators, seized the ferry, then asked cultivators from the other two realms to take him to the Dead Sea Star River.
Looking at it this way, Chen Xia was quite reasonable, at least he had not committed murder and plunder.
"I'll take my leave first, sorry to disturb you," Qing Xia said again.
"Goodbye," Chen Xia replied flatly.
From beginning to end, Qing Xia was never able to see Chen Xia's face.
The not-so-thick door kept her and Chen Xia firmly separated.
Since Chen Xia did not open the door, she did not have the authority to push it open, so she could only stare blankly at the door panel as she spoke.
Qing Xia did not blame anyone, because these were the prices she had to pay for not being strong enough.
She gritted her teeth tightly and whispered to herself.
"I deserve it."
But Chen Xia did not think so much about it.
He was still at odds with himself!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
