Let's Discuss the Dao Together, Shall We

The stars flickered with a dim light.

Below, a figure emanating an intense white glow strode forward, landing on the long-abandoned Blue Sky Sword Sea of this great world.

He stood atop the azure sky, gazing into the sea of swords.

"Old... Fisherman!"

The White Emperor's tone was somewhat stiff, carrying a heavy hint of resentment.

If not for the Old Fisherman, if not for that Sword Venerate Emperor who should have died long ago, he should have already obtained the Immortal Sword from the Blue Sky Sword Sea. With this weapon of greatest killing power in the world as his Dao, he could have even used it to falsely prove the Great Dao, with hopes of becoming a true Emperor!

But now it was too late, and the Immortal Sword was incomplete. Even if he got this half of the Immortal Sword, at most he would only become a Second-tier Quasi-Emperor, which, while not worlds apart from his original expectations, was still a significant difference.

But even so, he still had to come and take the sword, because this was the Dao he had recognized and determined over 30,000 years ago. If he didn't take the sword, he would only die!

The shattered stars moved aside, and he slowly descended into the deathly silent Blue Sky Sword Sea, his body emanating the white light of the Great Dao, serving as a protective measure against the residual sword qi.

Apart from the white light, there was a sense of haziness around his face, as if some strange technique was particularly enveloping it, not directly revealing his appearance.

"Old Fisherman!" The White Emperor's resentful voice rang out again, directed at the decrepit old man standing in the center of the sword sea.

It's often said that rotten wood is easily destroyed, but the Old Fisherman, who had persisted in the Blue Sky Sword Sea for tens of thousands of years, showed no signs of decay. Instead, he seemed to grow more robust over time.

Thinking of this, the White Emperor's heart grew increasingly resentful. His hatred for the Blue Sky Sword Sea was the strongest in this lifetime. He had originally thought he could use this dying sect as a stepping stone, but instead found himself bound by it for tens of thousands of years.

"You should die, Old Fisherman!" The White Emperor roared, and the silent sword sea immediately parted its waves, revealing the seabed and forming a wide path leading directly to the center.

There stood an old man with a body as thin and dry as deadwood, his eyes dim, all exuding an aura of darkness. The half of the Immortal Sword serving as the hilt in his hand gave a hum.

The sword qi of the entire sword sea rippled, and the sword intent soared proudly!

The sword waves rose, transforming into a dense rain of sword-like droplets.

The Old Fisherman, without any trace of consciousness, suddenly swung his sword.

The vast sword intent formed a wave of its own!

If one were to look down from above, they would see the entire sword sea suddenly pushing outward, carrying the sea with its sword intent, slashing towards the White Emperor!

The White Emperor's body didn't retreat. He struck the void before him, actually moving towards the entire sword sea. His left hand carried a radiance as vast and bright as the stars, palm striking towards the sword sea, while his right hand came down from above, pressing down on the sword sea!

The sword sea seemed to be constrained by these two palms, no longer moving.

The Old Fisherman's body suddenly wavered, the waves rippling slightly, and his figure directly appeared in front of the White Emperor. The half of the Immortal Sword in his hand reflected faint starlight, the sword intent flashing again.

One swing.

The starlight was severed first.

The White Emperor's body surged with frantic spiritual energy. He let out a loud roar, his left hand quickly forming a circle, as if cutting off this section of heaven and earth, creating a place of nothingness to withstand this sword strike.

His right hand formed two fingers, divine light flashing, but he didn't attack the Old Fisherman. Instead, all the energy was flicked onto the Immortal Sword.

The Immortal Sword trembled, its sword intent abruptly severed.

The White Emperor then swung his palm violently.

A giant palm, a thousand zhang in size, came crashing down from the heavens, tearing apart the void, shattering falling stars, concentrating all its killing power into a single point, all smashing down onto the Old Fisherman's body.

Bang!

The Old Fisherman's body was sent flying backwards frantically, shattering the stars along the way, falling into the sword sea. The entire sea's water exploded, then pierced through the sword sea, falling into the starry universe.

However, the White Emperor didn't press his advantage. Instead, he clapped his hands and shouted towards his surroundings.

"Come out!"

There was no response.

"You sneaking rats, hiding here and there, do you really think this Emperor doesn't know? Come out for me!"

He shouted again, his palm pulling at the surrounding starry void, tugging at the tens of thousands of miles of starry sky.

"Since when can a quasi-emperor call himself 'this Emperor'? Isn't that a bit too laughable?" A calm voice sounded out.

A youth in cyan robes stood in the starry sky, using fragments of stars as footholds.

"Little White, do you still recognize your Emperor grandfather? And this is your Uncle Chen!" Emperor Capital stood on a star fragment behind Chen Xia, his attitude very arrogant.

He figured that since they were going to fight to the death anyway, he might as well put on an imposing air first. No matter the outcome, he had at least put on a good show.

That was profit.

"I've long heard of the White Emperor's name, but I never thought that after 30,000 years, there would be no progress at all."

Qiu Li also rarely put on an arrogant air, with his Mysterious Dao already working with Chen Xia's Time Dao to set up a great formation in advance around them.

"Fight quickly, if it's just a White Emperor, it's quite boring, ah~"

Li Yang yawned, truly feeling uninterested.

"Hmm... alright." Chi Yu nodded.

A total of five people came on this journey. Li Yue was never considered part of the team to begin with, so she stayed behind to guard the house. Jia Bai's injuries were too severe, and they feared he might be directly killed if caught by the White Emperor, which would be a shame, so he didn't come either.

The five people, with Chen Xia at the center, stood on five broken stars, towering between the Blue Sky Sword Sea.

The Five Saints of the Azure Sky.

The White Emperor clenched his fists, his tone gloomy, even the white light on his body trembling slightly. He said in a sinister voice,

"Five mere saints dare to speak such wild words, actually daring to provoke this Emperor so. I must melt you five into pills, to become supplements for the Great Dao, only then can the crime of offense be resolved!"

"Come on, you poser still wants to supplement? You've been supplementing for tens of thousands of years and haven't become an Emperor. If I couldn't become an Emperor after 30,000 years, I might as well just commit suicide."

Emperor Capital frowned and mocked.

When it came to trash-talking, he was indeed professional. This was why he was an indispensable member of the team.

Because he truly dared to mock. As long as Chen Xia was there to back him up, he would shout a couple of times even at an Emperor.

"Crude words, but not crude reasoning." Chen Xia nodded in agreement.

"The Great Dao is simple, it's just like this." Emperor Capital raised an eyebrow proudly, obviously having gained Chen Xia's approval, feeling quite pleased with himself.

"Noisy insects, go die!" The White Emperor roared, forming a finger with one hand, pointing directly at Emperor Capital's brow.

Boom!

Divine light shot out from the universe towards him.

Emperor Capital wasn't afraid. The Star Dao suddenly appeared, starlight along with stars smashed forward, killing intent equally abundant.

However, in terms of pure combat, he was certainly no match for the White Emperor, after all, there was a gap in their realms.

So Chen Xia extended a palm.

He clenched his fist.

And so, upon the falling starlight and stars, a pitch-black hand formed from condensed black mist covered them.

Chen Xia's external incarnation!

The pitch-black hand formed a fist, brutally smashing through the divine light shot by the White Emperor, carrying the starlight to kill towards the White Emperor's body.

The White Emperor's protective divine light trembled, retreating thousands of miles, resisting the starlight without suffering much injury.

But retreating meant losing.

Emperor Capital put his hands behind his back and spoke in a bland tone.

"Just a minor emperor, my brother Chen and I working together can easily defeat you. Your strength is not worth mentioning, quite disappointing, sigh..."

He turned his head to look at Qiu Li and the other two, shaking his head and saying,

"It's not interesting, you guys go ahead, I don't want to slay him, it's boring."

"You've finished showing off, huh." Qiu Li said quietly.

"Turn around." Li Yang raised an eyebrow, giving a warning.

Emperor Capital turned back.

Boundless divine light condensed on the White Emperor's body, and a pitch-black eye appeared on his hazy face, staring at Emperor Capital with extreme hatred. He hissed in a gloomy voice,

"I will kill you!"

The divine light dimmed the universe, its majesty shattering stars!

Emperor Capital wasn't afraid at all, pointing at the White Emperor's nose and saying,

"Fuck you, come and try if you dare!"

And so he really came.

Light that even saints couldn't react to was drawn across the universe, brutally tearing apart all stars and void, the killing intent so intense that before it even approached Emperor Capital, it had already made his brow bleed.

But to be fair, the White Emperor didn't actually reach Emperor Capital.

This streak of divine light was blocked by a long river of time.

Chen Xia sat on it, swinging his feet, one hand propping up his head, smiling lightly and saying,

"Blue Sky Sword Sea for 30,000 years, now I've come to discuss the Dao with you, how about it?"

"You dare?!" The White Emperor revealed his figure, shouting disdainfully.

"Why wouldn't I dare?" Chen Xia stood up.

Behind him, a sea of black mist surrounded, thick with death energy, as if it had become a deathly silent black sky.

Within this black sky, a pair of eyes opened.

Looking down.