The Nine Saints of the Azure Sky gathered again after three thousand years.
Among them, four from Emperor Capital were punished to stand in the corner for doing a poor job.
Emperor Capital was naturally displeased, but he dared not blame Chen Xia, so he could only blame those saints and great saints, feeling their attitude was truly terrible and they indeed deserved to be on the Execution List.
Chi Yu stood with arms crossed, still cold and aloof.
Huang Can and Jia Bai were whispering to each other.
Qiu Li sat on a stool, drinking tea and laughing.
"You call yourself a second brain? I'd say you're more like a piece of dandruff at best."
Emperor Capital rolled his eyes, not wanting to dignify Qiu Li with a response.
Qiu Li, rarely having the upper hand, took out a book called "The Oak Chronicles" and said with a smirk.
"Second brain, do you know how to read this character? Tsk tsk, perhaps you only know how to read 'Uniform Temptation'?"
"It's read as 'chuan', what's so hard about that, you idiot," Emperor Capital shook his head disdainfully.
"Huh?" Qiu Li was taken aback, "It's the other character."
But Emperor Capital was clever and didn't respond further.
Chen Xia gently tapped the table, interrupting their conversation, and said.
"Now that everything is done, the next step is to focus on cultivation, striving to have the strength to stand on our own when we return to the Blue Sky Sword Sea."
"Mm." Li Yang nodded, as what they lacked most now was strength, the kind of power that could be displayed in the Great Heaven.
At least at the level of a great saint.
Chen Xia also stopped refining medicine, because pills didn't have much effect on true breakthrough.
All they could do now was wait patiently.
Wait for the Way of Heaven to descend, wait for the dark reckoning, wait for the main body to awaken, wait to return to the Blue Sky Sword Sea.
In the distant sky, countless star regions away.
The White Emperor stood there, his face expressionless as he watched the star regions below being conquered, saw cultivators below saint level being slaughtered like ants, when suddenly a fanatical smile spread across his face.
"This is how it should be, this is right!"
He laughed with unusual brightness, then as if remembering something, he clenched his fists tightly and said with hatred.
"Blue Sky Sword Sea, I will definitely kill you all!"
Since the Martial Emperor's retreat a thousand years ago, the Way of Heaven had no rivals, descending swiftly, settling scores with countless star regions, and slaying as many as ten emperors!
Moreover, there were top-level emperors presiding over the Dark Invasion, carrying out the reckoning on behalf of the Way of Heaven!
According to the White Emperor's understanding, the most powerful among them was a four-dao emperor, only two levels away from the supreme being.
With such strength and the blessing of the Way of Heaven, this four-dao emperor might actually only be half a step away from the supreme being.
This was the terror of the Way of Heaven's reckoning, no cultivator could resist it. Those at saint level and above could choose to submit, while those below saint level had only death awaiting them.
The hatred in the White Emperor's eyes grew more and more intense, the killing intent in his heart incredibly strong.
"What's wrong?"
A distorted figure shrouded in darkness approached and asked.
"I remembered some unpleasant past events," the White Emperor gritted his teeth, his clenched fists showing his anger.
"Haha, tell me about it. Perhaps I can help you eliminate them, which would also be carrying out heaven's will."
The White Emperor then recounted the events at the Blue Sky Sword Sea.
The distorted figure's voice took on a greedy tone, "Is it really half of a celestial sword? If so, it might help me become a half-step three-dao quasi-emperor!"
"This half celestial sword is my key to reaching the dao, you..."
"Silence, you waste!" The distorted figure roared, directly grabbing the White Emperor's throat and said coldly.
"Lead the way for me, or I'll kill you on the spot, you worthless thing!"
The White Emperor could only agree, leading this two-dao quasi-emperor away from the Dark Invasion, avoiding the gaze of the emperors for a solitary hunt.
The realm began to tremble today.
Wang Yangzi looked up, his whole body shaking with excitement as he saw a glimmer of light from the outside world!
Then countless rays of light poured in!
This meant Chen Xia's fusion with the realm was complete.
"Chen Xia, Chen Xia?!" Wang Yangzi called out, but there was no response from the surroundings.
Wu Saint rushed over, also excitedly shouting: "Did you see the change? Has Chen Xia awakened?!"
Wang Yangzi frowned, "He should have, but Chen Xia hasn't responded to me. I don't know why."
"Maybe he hasn't fully woken up yet? Let's wait a few more days?" Wu Saint speculated.
The two were still guessing the specifics.
In the Great Death Realm.
The solitary inner demon suddenly raised his head, a smile spreading across his face as he nodded.
"Not bad, not bad at all. This is what can be called the main body. Indeed, he hasn't disappointed me. The future supreme being should be just like this!"
He had already sensed Chen Xia's awakening and knew where Chen Xia's main spirit had gone.
In the Blue Sky Sword Sea.
If one looked from several star regions away, they would see two streaks of pitch-black light rapidly falling.
The Out of Body Avatar had already reacted, wrapping itself in black mist, ready for battle.
In the small house.
Chen Xia slowly opened his eyes as he sat quietly.
A small reddish sword circled around him, three million sword intents flowed in his sea of consciousness, a celestial dragon coiled, and heavenly thunder lingered.
A total of seven thousand years of points, not a single one left, all added to his destiny.
Seeking nothing else, only to land more critical hits.
He stood up, looking into the distance, shaking his blue robe, and sneered.
"A quasi-emperor and a two-dao quasi-emperor dare to come?"
He lightly raised his foot and pushed open the door.
The youthful appearance was gone, replaced by a young man in blue robes, smiling lightly.
A four-dao great saint slaying two quasi-emperors.
A small matter indeed.
Good night.