The Grey Emperor

Little Starlight Not Visible

Every day, Chen Xia squatted at the very front, propping up his head with one hand, thinking about transcending the mortal realm and entering into the realm of saints, while also discussing with his inner demon to see if he could let him enter the Heaven Mending Realm first, so he could also have more battle power and supernatural powers.

The inner demon did not reply, sitting in the middle of the heart lake, just watching him. They both knew what it took to enter the Heaven Mending Realm, it was nothing more than beheading the inner demon and condensing one's own small world.

It must have refused. Why behead itself for no reason? It made a promise to Chen Xia.

"If you encounter someone in the future that you can't beat, switch with me. I will definitely regain the situation for you and violently beat the opponent."

Chen Xia scratched his head, not knowing how to reply, so he could only nod.

He also didn't know how to behead the inner demon, so let it be, and the inner demon's offer to fight as his substitute did have some merit.

The Half-Immortal Sword seemed to only be able to exert its full might in the hands of the inner demon, and the inner demon's fighting methods were much more ruthless than Chen Xia's. In many cases, it would go for the kill without hesitation, and it could also stimulate all of Chen Xia's techniques and methods.

Simply put, the inner demon was an enhanced version of Chen Xia. It was enhanced in all aspects, whether it was supernatural powers, sword intent, or combat strength, the inner demon would be slightly stronger.

Among cultivators, there was a saying that the inner demon was one's self of the next realm.

Chen Xia felt this was true. At least if they fought with all their power, he would not be a match for the inner demon.

If he could win, it would not be called an inner demon.

Aside from the matter of the inner demon, he would continue to comprehend the Great Daos.

The Thunder Dao, the Sky Dragon Dao, and the Great Way of Time.

Among them, he had the deepest comprehension of the Great Way of Time. Relying solely on the Great Way of Time, one could transcend the mortal realm and enter sanctity. What's more, the Great Way of Time was comparable to the Sword Dao, and in some aspects, it was even slightly superior.

Those who comprehend the Great Way of Time and reach the level of quasi-saint were even harder to deal with than quasi-saints of the Sword Dao. This was universally acknowledged across the myriad worlds.

Because if you couldn't beat a quasi-saint of the Sword Dao who wanted to kill you, you could still run away and find some place to hide.

But if you couldn't beat a quasi-saint of the Great Way of Time who wanted you dead, then you really couldn't escape. Quasi-saints of the Great Way of Time had far too many methods of killing that were impossible to guard against.

There was no absolute definition for the depth of one's comprehension. It was differentiated only by one's cultivation level. For example, the understanding of the Great Dao by a saint was definitely higher than that of a quasi-saint, and so on with great saints.

Only great emperors were different.

Because great emperors have attained the Dao.

One must at least attain one Great Dao before taking a seat among great emperors.

And another way of saying attaining the Dao was to engrave one's comprehension of the Great Dao into the heavens and earth, making it one of the principles of the heavenly Dao.

That was to stand under the heavens.

The more Daos a great emperor attained in the future, the more powerful they would become. A great emperor who mastered five Daos could be called the pinnacle great emperor of all the myriad worlds, one of the top-most existences.

A great emperor who mastered six Daos was the supreme existence, and currently across all the myriad worlds there were only three such supreme existences.

At present, Chen Xia had comprehension over three Daos, and he could use them to attain sanctity. If he could reach the quasi-saint level in all three, then he would be a top-tier existence even among quasi-saints.

Right now, he was comprehending the three great Daos together. Occasionally, there would be some anomalies on his body.

For example, ripples of time would appear around him, with lightning seeming to form into blossoms swaying around within. From time to time, dragon roars would sound, and one could vaguely see pure white dragon shadows leaping out between the ripples of time.

Behind him, Wang Yangzi watched with knitted brows, feeling that Chen Xia's comprehension of the Dao was perhaps too frivolous. Could one comprehend the Dao by randomly squatting anywhere?

Even shitting required more seriousness than this.

He did not understand, but Big Yellow Dog had long grown accustomed to it. He pulled over a small stool to sit on and grinned, saying,

"That's how my brother is, talented by nature, unrestrained and unrestricted."

"I can see that," Wang Yangzi nodded, his eyes suddenly narrowing as he scrutinized Chen Xia's back more closely.

Behind Chen Xia bloomed three lotus flowers.

Pure white, dark purple, and ashen white.

The three lotus flowers stood side by side. Profound and arcane qi billowed around them, wondrous beyond words.

Wang Yangzi's eyes widened in shock as he cried out, "Is he really comprehending three Great Daos at once?!"

"No worries, I'm long used to things like this. Youngsters often lack composure," Big Yellow Dog laughed.

Wang Yangzi swallowed and let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. He really didn't know what to say anymore and decided to just let it be. He was tired.

That year, news came from the Great Death Realm that a great saint had fallen.

It was a great saint from the Divine Realm. He vanished without a trace while adventuring outside, and it was only when his life fire was extinguished that cultivators of the Divine Realm realized their great saint had died.

Two quasi-saints at the early stage went looking, but could only find some blood belonging to their great saint. There were no other traces, as if he had disappeared out of thin air.

This news immediately sent shockwaves through all the cultivators of the Great Death Realm. Various powerful cultivators began investigating, but there were no clues.

Soon, someone discovered a second anomaly.

The portal for leaving the Great Death Realm had not opened, while the portal for entering had already been sealed shut.

That meant they were trapped inside the Great Death Realm.

Anxious, a saint tried to forcibly open a portal out of the Great Death Realm with his own power, but suffered backlash from the interface, nearly suffering severe injuries.

This also showed that it was the entire Great Death Realm trapping them, not allowing them to leave.

This was the last bit of consciousness left in the remnants of the interface, desperately trying to survive.

And this strand of conscious thought kept expanding, its will to survive growing ever stronger, even starting to affect the minds of cultivators.

Some lower realm cultivators lost control of their minds and threw themselves into the Great Death Realm, self-detonating their bodies to nourish the Great Death Realm with their spiritual power.

The various saints noticed something was wrong, but without a solution, they could only plan for the long term.

At the same time, activity erupted within the Dead Sea Star River where the Ash Emperor's corpse was buried. Violent trembling rocked the entire Dead Sea, seething as if blood was flowing through it, with stars within linking together like meridians.

The shaking sounds of the Dead Sea were like unwilling roars.

Standing on Little Starlight, Big Yellow Dog watched the Dead Sea Star River from afar, his grin growing wider and wider. From time to time he would mutter,

"Just you wait, Ash Emperor. I will definitely crush your bones to ashes, grind every last trace of your lingering aura to dust, only then can I avenge your past scheme against me!"

Beside him, Wang Yangzi grew increasingly worried. He felt something extremely bizarre was happening in the Great Death Realm, and knew someone must be plotting in the shadows.

But which existence would dare plot against saints from all over?

Such ability was truly terrifying. As a quasi-saint, he was clearly not enough to contend against such ability. Even great saints had died. He was even more like the cannon fodder fated to die next.

Chen Xia was still comprehending the Dao, paying no heed to worldly affairs.

Where Big Yellow Dog's nine great saints subordinates had gone, nobody knew. It was said they had all gone in search of fortune and opportunity, but whether they succeeded or not was also unknown. In any case, they vanished without a trace.

Thirty years later.

One day, Big Yellow Dog suddenly knitted his brows and said heavily,

"Dead."

"What's dead?" Wang Yangzi asked in puzzlement beside him.

"Three out of the nine great saints, dead," Big Yellow Dog replied heavily.

Wang Yangzi was stunned into silence.

Also in that same year.

The Dead Sea Star River stopped its trembling.

It directly condensed into an enormous figure, using the spiritual qi of the Dead Sea as blood, with stars linking together to form meridians, the heavens and earth naturally becoming its skeleton and flesh.

This colossal body remained motionless, its huge eyes only gazing at the entirety of the Great Death Realm. Within the pitch-black eye sockets was only deathly stillness.

All cultivators were horrified.

Only Big Yellow Dog stretched his grin wide open, gritting his teeth and saying,

"Ash Emperor!"