Do You Know if I'm a saint

"Who are you?"

Chen Xia looked at the figure in the Taoist robe and asked first.

The figure did not answer, stepped forward, and the heaven and earth formed a neat yin-yang circle on their own, with the figure in the Taoist robe as the center, forming a large array, and only then did he speak.

"One to twelve, I am the zero-character Taoist boy, my strength is not high, I can only block all methods."

"Then what?" Chen Xia flicked his right hand, and half an immortal sword was already in his hand.

The zero-character Taoist boy's eyes were muddy, he couldn't see clearly, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry to kill Chen Xia. Instead, he said,

"At first, the Dao Ancestor calculated that no matter how many conditions were removed, the chance of success for the revival of the Great Death Realm this time was always eighty percent, not a fraction more, not a fraction less."

"Until you were removed, the chance of success for the Great Death Realm rose to ninety percent."

"The Dao Ancestor knows you, and has clearly calculated that you are a Reverse Sea Realm cultivator. No matter how arrogant you are, no matter how you comprehend the Great Dao, you are always just a Reverse Sea Realm cultivator, and should not be able to affect a full one percent of the chance of success."

"Maybe he miscalculated himself?" Chen Xia asked in response.

"The Dao Ancestor cannot be wrong." The zero-character Taoist boy retorted.

"Hehe." Chen Xia let out a meaningless laugh.

The zero-character Taoist boy felt a little uncomfortable listening to it, always feeling that there was some sarcasm, but didn't know how to respond, so he continued,

"Until some time ago, the Dao Ancestor discovered something. The Celestial Venerable of the Twilight Realm died, and it was rumored that he was killed by a sudden terrible existence."

"The Dao Ancestor calculated and measured this terrible existence, but could never calculate it, as if there was a layer of hazy fog separating him."

Chen Xia shook his head contemptuously and commented, "Fool, sitting here solving cases?"

Don't ask why he suddenly said that.

Because he just wanted to.

The zero-character Taoist boy took a breath and still continued,

"You've been to the Great Profound Capital before, and the Dao Ancestor also knows you. The results calculated were hazy, he could only deduce that you are not someone of the present, so the answer is obvious."

"Past and future laws."

The Taoist boy gave the answer, looking at Chen Xia's somewhat bewildered expression, seeming to have finally breathed a sigh of relief, revealing a smile, and said,

"I originally wanted to appear when you were casting spells, drag you into this square heaven and earth, and use the magical powers to isolate all methods to trap and kill you."

"But since you were so slow to use any, I could only directly pull you in, to avoid any mishaps arising from the delay."

His gray Taoist robes fluttered as he pressed down with his hand. The entire small heaven and earth sank down, the yin-yang square revolved around it, truly forming a slice of its own, completely isolated from the outside world, not even connected to the heavenly dao, in order to isolate the myriad methods and techniques of the mortal realm.

"This little heaven and earth can last a full seven days. During this time, it is enough for me to kill you," the zero-character Taoist boy waved his hand, and a gray-white Taoist sword was pinched in his hand. The sword energy lingering around it was three thousand, and he said with certainty,

"Your future must be an extraordinary character, but unfortunately in the present, in this world, you have no future."

Chen Xia rubbed his nose, and after having commented twice before, now spoke seriously.

"Number one genius, peeking into the threshold of transcending to sainthood, you really know a lot, but is there a possibility..."

He raised his head slightly, bringing up a faint smile, and asked in an unhurried tone,

"That I peeked into the threshold six hundred years ago?"

"And would the number one genius not progress at all in the six hundred years of time?"

Chen Xia flicked the flying sword lightly, and a leisurely sword cry rang out, with faint purple electric light swirling around it, as well as grey-white colors condensing on the sword body.

"I have to say, it is people like you who think you are smart that are actually the most stupid."

"You make me laugh."

The grey-white half-length immortal sword slashed out.

But it did not slash the zero-character Taoist boy, instead slashing directly at the timeline.

Chen Xia took a segment from it and held it in his hand, then asked again,

"Isolating the myriad techniques and methods, yet unable to isolate one's own Great Dao abilities, how laughable."

The timeline in his hand reflected scenes of the past, present and future.

Chen Xia's grip suddenly tightened, directly crushing this strand of the timeline, then stared at the zero-character Taoist boy with grey-white colors diffusing in his eyes.

"One."

He said.

Buzz!

The sword cry rose up.

The zero-character Taoist boy's expression was shocked. He wanted to dodge but piercing pain had already transmitted from his body, with blood splattering from his arm.

"I can't let you take one sword to the chest right away, so I'll sever one of your arms first. After all, we have seven days, we can take it slowly, right?"

Chen Xia recalled his flying sword, smiled at the zero-character Taoist boy and said.

The zero-character Taoist boy's expression was gloomy, there were blood stains on his grey-white Taoist robes that he didn't wipe off, and he gritted his teeth and said,

"Don't be complacent, the lives of us Taoist boys are expendable, and I am the most crucial zero-character one. Not only can I borrow lives, I can also borrow power!"

Chen Xia laughed in response,

"In this place that isolates the myriad methods, how can you borrow power? If you could really borrow power, wouldn't I just be tricking you into taking me for a fool with the past and future laws?"

The zero-character Taoist boy's expression was gloomy, he suddenly pressed his hands together, and a gate opened behind him, with thousands of flying swords coming through one after another, hovering beside him.

"Without needing to borrow power, I can still slay you!"

Chen Xia snapped his fingers and nodded,

"You'd better be able to."

He didn't summon three million flying swords.

But instead a huge pure white eye looked out.

This yin-yang small heaven and earth isolated the myriad techniques and methods and cut off the heavenly dao.

But the true form of the heavenly dragon could not be considered a technique or method.

Because this was Chen Xia himself.

The pure white eye suddenly expanded extremely largely, reflecting the figure of the Taoist boy within.

No.

It wasn't that the eye had expanded.

It was that the true form of the heavenly dragon had come closer.

This time it wasn't half a head, but a complete entire head, that could almost fill up half of the yin-yang small heaven and earth.

"Six hundred years ago I peeked into the threshold of transcending to sainthood, and after six hundred years I've already walked quite a distance on the path. By now, it's no longer just peeking..."

Chen Xia paused for a moment, then smiled and asked,

"What do you guess, am I already at the saint level?"

The Taoist boy's expression was flustered.

Scared out of his wits!