If five hundred years was a reincarnation.
Then Chen Xia was witnessing this reincarnation, his divine consciousness occasionally permeating, integrating into heaven and earth, feeling the voices of all living beings.
According to what the qi practitioners said.
This was a sign of becoming a god.
He was about to become part of this Heavenly Dao, and even replace the Heavenly Dao to become the only god of this world.
This process still required some time to accumulate.
Chen Xia was not in a hurry, waiting slowly.
His Great Turtle Breathing Technique had now been practiced to perfection, but there was no prompt for the next stage of the technique.
Chen Xia estimated that he would have to wait until after he formed his primordial spirit, then the Great Turtle Breathing Technique would upgrade according to his fortune, otherwise it was due to insufficient fortune, and he would need to increase his fortune.
Now his power had reached the standard rogue warrior template of fortune and magic power.
In fact, Chen Xia also felt that there was no need to add magic power, just add magic resistance later.
Adding strength was to make beating people more painful, and adding fortune was for critical hits and then beating people even more painfully.
The two complemented each other, so they could add points together.
However, Chen Xia was also somewhat interested in magic power, and planned to add some points in magic power later if there were surplus points in the future to see its effects.
In addition, Chen Xia's connection with this little world was becoming deeper and deeper, sometimes even feeling that he was the heaven and earth.
And because of this, vibrations would come from his spirit, the obscure sounds of heaven and earth, which would occasionally sound from ten years ago, in a burst of urgent vibrations.
Chen Xia felt it was like...a warning.
But what exactly was it warning against?
Volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, tsunamis?
Although these disasters had overwhelming power for ordinary people, they had no impact on heaven and earth, and were even caused by heaven and earth.
So what else could it be?
Chen Xia quickly thought of it.
It was the foreign cultivator, the palm that destroyed the city.
So heaven and earth would give warning, because it did not belong to heaven and earth, and could even obliterate the Heavenly Dao.
Chen Xia's spirit had also been nervous over these ten years, in order to resist the big hand, he accelerated the speed of writing the Dao chapters, hoping to accomplish the Dao chapters before the big hand arrived.
If he could use the Netherworld Ultimate Realm chapter to forcibly take the big hand to bed, stealing 30% of the big hand's strength, Chen Xia was confident he could win steadily.
The key point was that not only did he want to cuckold the big hand right in front of it, but also to viciously beat it.
So Chen Xia was very busy these days, refining Profound Chaos Qi during the day, and writing Dao chapters at night.
The big hand last appeared about four hundred years ago. If it was on a five hundred year cycle, there were still a hundred years before Chen Xia had to face the pressure of the big hand.
Chen Xia had already figured out that he had three options at that time.
Fight or flee.
In fact, there was no need to think too much. Just two more methods in combination.
Flee if unable to beat, fight again if unable to flee.
The choices were really many!
Chen Xia smiled self-deprecatingly, and intensified his cultivation, striving to be able to smash the big hand after a hundred years.
But life was always full of unexpected events and unsatisfactory endings.
Today, the imperial city suddenly darkened, darker than night, because there was moonlight at night.
The common people came out one after another, looking up at the sky, feeling that the shadow shrouding the sky seemed to look like...like...
A finger!
And the finger kept descending, just the air currents brought up from dozens of miles away had already stirred up strong winds in the city.
The common people were extremely shocked. The first reaction of the officials who got the news was to prepare carriages to escape.
But the entire palm was hundreds of miles wide. Even if your carriage traveled non-stop, it would only travel fifty miles a day. How could it escape in a single day?
The common people who were still in the imperial capital then began to wait for death. But they didn't just wait idly, some commoners began to madly kowtow to Chen Xia's statue, hoping the immortal could save the world.
Some people who had already lost hope, and couldn't stand seeing others kowtowing, gave a big kick and knocked down Chen Xia's statue, pointing at it and shouting angrily.
"It's useless! No one can save us, don't hold out hope for any immortal, this is just a rumor from hundreds of years ago, let's just wait for death, wait for death!"
The kowtowing people picked up the statue with a sigh, "You can scold all you want, but there's no need to kick the immortal."
"Alas!" The kicker also sighed heavily. How he hoped there was an immortal who could save the world, but there just wasn't!
The big hand in the sky was getting closer and closer. People could already see the clearly defined fingerprints between the fingers, with little snakes like thunder moving between them.
People now knew, the immortal would not save the world...
The immortal would destroy the world!
At the very center of the imperial city.
The current emperor walked tremblingly to the center of the inner palace, bowed down, and respectfully said in a suppressed trembling voice.
"The Great Xia Emperor respectfully invites the immortal to come out into the world!"
He heavily kowtowed once, the sound of his kowtow echoing around.
After the echoes of his kowtowing sounded, the surroundings fell completely silent.
The Great Xia Emperor's body trembled. He thought of the words told to him by the previous emperor, thought of the long-standing legends, thought of how he had to make offerings to the immortal statue every year.
He was unwilling, so he heavily kowtowed again and said,
"Please save the world, immortal!"
This time even the wind was quiet.
The corners of the Great Xia Emperor's mouth twitched as he angrily stood up, pointing at the ground and cursing.
"My Great Xia has millions of people make offerings to you every year, regarding you as the supreme being. Why must you hide like a shrinking turtle, avoiding the world!"
"Could it be you fear that big hand in the sky, only daring to hide, escaping early to avoid it. What kind of immortal are you, just a scheming, crafty little man!"
The Great Xia Emperor was not satisfied with just scolding, and had to heavily stomp the ground several times to show his anger.
After his anger dissipated, he sat dejectedly on the ground, staring blankly at the big hand in the distance, expression dazed.
Perhaps there was never an immortal in this imperial city at all, just a lie made up by past emperors to stabilize their rule.
How could he have believed it?
The emperor smiled bitterly, covering his face with both hands, unable to hold back his sobs.
"Just let this emperor die along with his world!"
A hand suddenly clasped his shoulder, followed by a laughing voice.
"When it comes to scolding people, you are still too polite."
The emperor looked up in astonishment, eyes still filled with tears, blankly looking at the young man before him, his expression instantly shocked.
Because the young man before him bore many similarities to the immortal's statue. Although it wasn't exactly alike, it was at least fifty percent similar.
Mainly the temperament, an air of aloofness.
And to still have such aloofness in this situation.
"Im...immortal!" The emperor asked in disbelief.
"Good child, don't cry, go back there and watch my performance." Chen Xia coaxed as if soothing a child.
In terms of age, the current emperor was indeed a child before him.
The emperor's face flushed red, and he hurriedly got up, cupping his fists and bowing respectfully to Chen Xia, "I pay my respects to the immortal!"
Chen Xia's mouth curled into a smile. "Then you have to watch closely, this will be the last time you see me."
The emperor looked up, only glanced for an instant, not fully seeing clearly.
Chen Xia's figure had already appeared in the sky, his footsteps suddenly stepping forward.
The entire sky condensed dark clouds, shrouding hundreds of miles, even shrouding this big hand within them.
Crimson thunder and lightning were already flickering in the dark clouds, occasionally a sentient thunder dragon would stick out its head, looking down below.
A terrifying, primal aura emanated from within, a faint blue eye gazed out from the clouds, as if gazing through the eternities, looking for someone to overcome the tribulation.
This was a ten thousand year thunder tribulation.
Emperor level!