The fusion of the external avatar, the Dao Seed, and the main body's strength was unknown to Chen Xia. He felt that it was not yet time for integration and that he needed to further cultivate himself.
However, the Shanshui Quasi-Emperor had emerged, and if a conflict were to arise, Chen Xia wouldn't mind integrating right away.
Being a unified entity didn't necessarily mean he couldn't fight against a Quasi-Emperor.
The Shanshui Quasi-Emperor could also sense his intentions. At this moment, he found himself in a dilemma. He didn't want to offend Chen Xia, nor did he want the Great Saint of the Heavenly Rain Realm to be killed by him. He hesitated for a moment and then approached Chen Xia to discuss.
"If the Heavenly Rain Realm provides you with some compensation, can this matter be resolved?" he proposed.
He genuinely didn't want to offend Chen Xia. Moreover, after the previous battle, he saw more than before. He even caught a glimpse of Chen Xia's fifth path.
The origin of this fifth path was something he didn't dare imagine. He forcefully blocked his divine sense, afraid of being subjected to the reckoning of the Heavenly Dao.
With such a formidable figure involved, there were too many factors at play. The Heavenly Rain Realm couldn't afford to be enemies with him.
Chen Xia raised his flying sword and wasn't concerned about compensation. His main thought was that it was too early for the trinity fusion. It would be better to let his external avatar and Dao Seed cultivate separately until they could merge into a Great Emperor.
In this way, when the trinity fusion occurred, they would be invincible in the world, without fearing death.
If he fused the trinity now and was killed by a Great Emperor in the future, there would be no chance of resurrection.
Chen Xia nodded and agreed to the proposal of the Shanshui Quasi-Emperor. This was clearly the result the Shanshui Quasi-Emperor wanted to see. He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.
"Chief Chen truly understands righteousness. I wish Chief Chen an unparalleled breakthrough and reaching the pinnacle in the future!"
He refrained from inviting Chen Xia to the Heavenly Rain Realm this time because he felt that the Heavenly Rain Realm couldn't bear the consequences of Chen Xia's immense causal impact.
If things went wrong, the entire realm might be forcefully reckoned by the Heavenly Dao.
Moreover, this reckoning might not necessarily kill Chen Xia, but it would clear away everything related to him.
"I also wish you a long and healthy life," Chen Xia said a sentence that could be interpreted as a blessing or a curse before turning and leaving.
The Shanshui Quasi-Emperor propped up his Shanshui Umbrella, shook his head, and chuckled, then headed toward Tianshan Mountain.
"Brother, you're truly formidable!" Wu Saint gave Chen Xia a thumbs-up, his eyes filled with admiration.
Wang Yangzi stood within the water curtain barrier, a smile on his face. He waved at Chen Xia and said, "I didn't expect you to possess such divine techniques."
"It was just a bluff. I can do even more impressive things. It's just that killing four Great Saints doesn't seem worth it," Chen Xia casually remarked.
Wu Saint secretly clicked his tongue upon hearing that killing four Great Saints didn't seem worth it. It was the first time he had heard such words.
As Chen Xia approached, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he asked Wang Yangzi, "What about you, old man? How come you didn't say a word before sacrificing yourself? You truly don't consider me a friend."
"Indeed, indeed, I've been very rebellious. If you had told me a few words, I could have at least played the suona horn to support you. If things got really bad, I could have helped you collect your corpse. Being so silent is really thoughtless. Brother, give me a few more scoldings!" Wu Saint nodded in agreement from the side.
Wang Yangzi smiled helplessly and said, "Actually, I considered all possibilities. I just didn't expect you to be the one in ten thousand, and I didn't expect Wu Saint to deliver the message so quickly."
"Damn it! I risked my life to run and get help for you, and what I got in return was being called a snitch. You're just like a dog that can't speak anything intelligent!"
Wu Saint was quite angry, his brows furrowed.
"Well, it seems like everything turned out fine," Wang Yangzi chuckled softly. "From now on, let's consider Wang Yangzi dead, and I'm out of the game. I don't want to deal with these matters anymore."
"What game are you talking about?" Wu Saint asked keenly. He had sensed something unusual in the realm hundreds of years ago.
"There's no game, it's just that some higher beings want to go further and touch that emperor's territory, so they set up a scheme."
"They are the ones who set up the scheme, and both you and I are pawns. I might be a slightly bigger piece, but now I've fallen from my position and become a fake saint, just like boiling water. I'm out of the game from now on."
His tone was bleak, his eyes scanning ahead. There, at the place where the head of the fake saint fell, he bowed respectfully as a form of tribute.
This story began with Wang Yangzi's rise to power as a fake saint, pushing horizontally for thirty thousand miles. Chen Xia's entry and the battle among the four fake saints became the climax, and the departure of the three marked the end.
As time went on, the Saint Hall gradually declined, with no fake saint left. Surprisingly, Wu Saint ended up being the one with the highest recorded strength.
It's not that Wu Saint wasn't strong, but it was obvious that the Saint Hall had fallen.
It seemed like an era had come to an end.
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Wang Yangzi rarely visited the cottage in the mortal realm. He looked around and then smiled.
"I heard Qiu Yi took that girl back to her hometown. She's quite a talented girl, especially in chess."
"It was actually me guiding her behind the scenes," Chen Xia shamelessly replied.
"I've always known that, so I deliberately lost to that girl," Wang Yangzi shamelessly replied, even more shamelessly.
You can only say that this game was a high-level one, encountering a worthy opponent.
The two stood in the cottage, and Wang Yangzi suddenly asked, "Will you see her again in the future?"
"I don't know. Fate is something that no one can explain clearly. If we don't meet, we'll cherish the memories. It's not a bad thing, hehe."
Chen Xia chuckled lightly. He was indeed a nostalgic person and often inexplicably nostalgic.
For example, he would look at the tomb in the courtyard and think of the short old man.
This can be considered as reminiscing about things when seeing objects.
"When will you go to the immortal realm?" Wang Yangzi suddenly asked again.
"No rush, I have to wait for this game to end completely," Chen Xia replied.
"I'm already out of the game, so you don't have to worry," Wang Yangzi reassured.
"It's just that you think you're out of the game. You've never admitted or mentioned what you planned behind the scenes," Chen Xia said in a deep voice, narrowing his eyebrows as he looked up at the sky.
"These ancient beings who have lived for over a hundred thousand years are always scheming. They used the egg to strike the stone, causing the stone to counterattack and involving the luck and opportunities of the world. They gave the Heavenly Rain Realm a sense of imminent success, attracting more realms to join the game."
"These old things are always cunning, and the realm is just a chip in their hands for the sake of that emperor's word."
"But it doesn't matter..."
Chen Xia turned his head, facing away from the sun in the sky, and confidently smiled at Wang Yangzi.
"I will make a move."
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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.”
