Not all the stars in the Dead Star Region are dead stars. There are also living creatures, such as the dark starry sky butterflies roaming among them. This should be regarded as something strange that emerged after the death and extinction of dead stars. The death of one thing often leads to the birth of another. The affairs between heaven and earth are so miraculous.
Stepping on a meteorite, Chen Xia reached the Dead Star Region in just half a month. Looking from a few miles away, the Dead Star Region was highly recognizable. At first glance, dying stars were flickering and swaying, and the dark starry sky butterflies were swimming among them, looking like newly born wandering souls. If you looked at the overall picture, it was even more miraculous. There were no other small asteroids around the Dead Star Region, not even meteorites.
With a calm expression, Chen Xia stepped on the meteorite and gave it a gentle tap. The meteorite then drifted towards the Dead Star Region. Just as he was approaching, Chen Xia felt that the dark intrusion in his mind was gradually growing stronger. "Comprehend the void…silence…stars…the Star River." "Walk towards the far end of the Star River, go to the darkest and most secluded place." "…" Low, sobbing voices kept ringing in his mind, full of bewitching meaning.
Chen Xia frowned slightly and directly clenched his fist and punched his own head, making his head tilt to one side. At the same time, he said impatiently, "Stop messing around." After this punch, the dark intrusion really weakened, and the sobbing voices disappeared.
Chen Xia had already approached the Dead Star Region. In the dark space in front of him, a distorted face emerged, and long, narrow hands were waving menacingly at him, making incomprehensible roars. According to what Cao Gao had said, these were the wandering souls of the cultivators in the Dead Star Region. They had existed for who knows how many years and had long lost their own consciousness, only instinctively intruding on cultivators.
"Roar…howl!" The wandering souls roared and howled, their eyes glowing scarlet, and their distorted faces full of longing expressions. Suddenly, a hand reached in, grabbed the distorted head of the wandering soul, and then lifted it out like picking up a chick. "Shut up." Chen Xia's impatient voice came, and at the same time, he exerted force with his hand, making the distorted head of the wandering soul creak.
The wandering soul let out a painful wail. One reason was that it had left the Dead Star Region and lost its source of sustenance; the other was that Chen Xia was squeezing it too hard. "You weren't much when you were alive, and you still dare to make a racket when you're dead?" "Ah!" The scream of the wandering soul stopped abruptly because its head had been crushed to pieces by Chen Xia, and the remaining body also turned to ashes in the starry sky.
"This can also be regarded as salvation. I'm really kind. The Buddha would be touched if he heard about it." Chen Xia shook his head and sighed. He took a big step forward, facing the entire Dead Star Region. Dense hissing and roaring sounds emerged, and countless wandering souls of cultivators appeared in the Dead Star Region, staring straight at Chen Xia. Chen Xia twirled his single hand, and a golden flying sword appeared in his hand. With a smile on his lips, he smiled at the countless wandering souls of cultivators. "The living Bodhisattva is here."
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The ferry terminal of the Everlasting Life Sect was the second ferry terminal around the Azure Sky Sword Sea. Further out, there were the ferry terminals of the Great Zhou Immortal Sect, Pingyang Mountain, and others. There were a total of seven ferry terminals, all belonging to the immortal sects relying on the Azure Sky Sword Sea. On weekdays, they had to act according to the will of the Azure Sky Sword Sea.
These seven sects could be regarded as the seven obedient dogs raised by the Azure Sky Sword Sea. Occasionally, they would help the Azure Sky Sword Sea with some trivial matters. Although they were the dogs of the Azure Sky Sword Sea, the status of these seven sects in the star region was not insignificant; they had their own strength and the Azure Sky Sword Sea as their master. In fact, few sects in the star region dared to provoke them.
This was also the reason why the young acting headmaster of Yutai Mountain despised cultivators at the Mountain Moving Realm so much. For Yutai Mountain, killing an ordinary cultivator at the Mountain Moving Realm with mediocre talent was no different from killing a dog.
Cao Gao's ferry rushed all the way. In three months, it had already approached the Everlasting Life Sect. Now, there was only him as the captain on the ferry. The boatmen had all left after receiving their spirit stones. If there was a chance in the future, they might meet again.
Cao Gao's figure had aged a lot in these three months. His figure was even more hunched than before. Often, he would sit alone in the cabin, staring blankly at the starry sky outside the ferry. He sped up the ferry a little more to make his heart less tormented.
Death was actually not as terrifying as waiting for death. If Yutai Mountain really wanted to kill him, Cao Gao would accept his fate. He had lived for thousands of years. Calculated according to the lifespan of a cultivator at the Mountain Moving Realm, it could be said to be good. He was stronger than most cultivators in the star region.
If there was a next life, he wanted to be an ordinary, unremarkable person. He wouldn't care about the ways of the world or chivalry. He would only care about himself. A cultivator at the Mountain Moving Realm wanted to be such an ordinary person. If it were told, it would surely make people laugh.
Thinking like this, Cao Gao couldn't help but chuckle twice and whispered, "Lacking ambition." He was indeed a person lacking ambition. He also had no talent in cultivation. His cultivation at the Mountain Moving Realm was only achieved by spending thousands of years piling up. He couldn't even defeat some young masters at the initial stage of the Mountain Moving Realm.
Cultivation in the world was like this. You didn't want to bully others, but there were always people who wanted to bully you. This couldn't be solved by just finding a place to hide and ignoring it. When you embarked on the path of cultivation, when you successfully established your foundation, and later formed your golden core and nascent soul, moving mountains and seas. The higher you climbed, the deeper you sank.
Cao Gao swayed as he got up. He was very close to the ferry terminal of the Everlasting Life Sect. He straightened his appearance, adjusted his clothes, and lifted his whole spirit. This old dog wanted to be decent before he died.
Finally, the ferry arrived. The cultivators of the Everlasting Life Sect boarded the ferry and asked all the young masters and cultivators on the ship to get off, saying they wanted to search the ferry. Cao Gao stood at the bow, watching and exhaling a breath. He had chased his dreams with the ferry. Now, dying on the ferry could be regarded as dying a worthy death.
A strong wind blew, whistling and billowing his robes, blowing into his eyes and stirring up a cloud of turbidity. Lu Hua stood under the boat with his guard, laughing and looking at him, waving his hand and saying, "Don't just stand there. Standing so high, you can't even see the way out. Come down and wait for death."
Lu Hua had made it clear and wasn't the least bit afraid of Cao Gao escaping. Cao Gao really couldn't escape. When the ferry arrived at the ferry terminal of the Everlasting Life Sect, for Cao Gao, it was like arriving at the underworld.
Cao Gao pursed his lips. His aged face was complex. After a long while, he gently spat out a word, "Okay." He walked down slowly, constantly looking at the ferry during the process.
"Don't blame me. It's your master who wants to kill you. It's none of my business." Lu Hua was still laughing.
Cao Gao lowered his head, staring blankly at the ground, not saying a word. He knew the rules of the mountain cultivators very well. This couldn't be solved by begging for mercy.
Even if he was willing to hand over all his spirit stones and the ferry to Yutai Mountain, he would still die. Killing and looting. It had always been killing first.