833: C833 The Year Before Last

C833 The Year Before Last

Chen Yi's words were heard, but eighty percent of the people present didn't feel the slightest bit of dominance.

"Hahahaha!" Yang Xi descended from the sky and laughed out loud, "Chen Yi, although your word is invincible, do you really think that you are invincible?"

"Looking at the years, there is no such thing as true invincibility. Even if there is true invincibility, it is only because you died early."

Yang Xi looked at Chen Yi with a hint of ridicule, "Kill me! You are just a puny Golden Core Stage, how can you kill me?"

He suddenly clapped his hands, as if he had just realized something.

"I forgot that you're just a puny junior disciple left behind by the Profound Essence Sect."

"You probably don't even have the technique to condense a Nascent Soul. I'm afraid you don't even know what a Nascent Soul stage represents, right?"

As Yang Xi spoke, he withdrew his palm and said with a smile, "There's still the time for an incense stick to burn before the sun rises. No, I'll give you a few pointers."

As he spoke, he stood with his hands behind his back and walked around Chen Yi.

"The Nascent Soul Stage is situated in the middle of the seven great realms of cultivation. It's above Foundation Establishment, Qi Refinement, and Golden Core, yet it's at the Divine Sea, Dao Integration Stage, and beneath the Mahayana Realm."

"When one cultivates the Nascent Soul Stage, one's lifespan can even reach a thousand years, and one's mind can wander the heavens and the earth. Even if one loses a physical body, so long as the Nascent Soul isn't destroyed, one can seize another's body and rebuild it."

Yang Xi said with a smile," So, the Nascent Soul Stage is also called the Half-immortal Stage, and stepping into the Nascent Soul Stage is equivalent to truly surpassing mortals and possessing strength similar to that of immortals. "

"As for the Golden Core, although it's said to comprehend the Great Dao, it's only the extreme of mortals, and can't be considered to be immortals."

As Yang Xi spoke, his palm lightly moved, and a trace of golden energy could be seen swimming about.

"The Nascent Soul is also different. Ordinary Nascent Souls are called Violet Nascent Souls. Ninety percent of the Nascent Soul Daolords in the world cultivate Violet Nascent Souls. Violet Nascent Souls represent the majority of Nascent Souls. "

"However, there are some people with extraordinary talent who are able to cultivate special Nascent Souls. For example, the golden Nascent Soul in my body belongs to a different Nascent Soul. In the Spiritual Realm, it is also known as the Immortal Nascent Soul."

" The difference between an Immortal Nascent Soul and a Violet Nascent is like comparing a firefly to the sun and moon. Those who are able to condense an immortal baby are practically dragons and phoenixes among men, and they are considered top existences among cultivators."

" There are even rumors that the Immortal Infant is the foundation for Immortal Ascension. Without an Immortal Infant, there is no hope of achieving Immortal Ascension. "

At this time, Yang Xi walked up to Chen Yi and said with a smile, "So, do you understand now?"

His words made Chu Mei's face slightly stiffen.

"Zhang Shaofeng, is what he said true?" Chu Mei's expression was very serious. Ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators could not even achieve Immortal Ascension.

In other words, condensing a Purple Nascent was already destined to be impossible to achieve Immortal Ascension!?

Zhang Shaofeng, who was at the side, laughed lightly. "What he said is true. The rumors that a Purple Nascent cannot achieve Immortal Ascension have long since existed."

"However, it is rumored that in ancient times, there were still stories of a Purple Infant achieving Immortal Ascension. However... it seems that being able to produce one person in ten thousand years is already not bad."

Chu Mei's expression changed slightly when she heard Zhang Shaofeng's words. If that was the case, then the path to becoming an Immortal was truly too cruel.

Those who had formed a Violet Nascent already knew that it was impossible to achieve, so why would they continue to work hard in their cultivation?

Zhang Shaofeng seemed to have seen through Chu Mei's thoughts and said indifferently, "So, some Nascent Soul Stage cultivators put their thoughts above the younger generation. The path to immortality is incomparably cruel in the first place, and immortals represent eternal life. They represent the endpoint of all cultivators. You wouldn't think that... You think that as long as you train hard, you will be able to achieve immortality? "

" Also, those below the Nascent Soul stage are not worth mentioning. Many Nascent Soul Daolords do not treat cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage as humans. It can be seen from the title of Half Fairy. How can Nascent Soul cultivators divide themselves from cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage?"

Chu Mei's expression turned slightly ugly when she heard this. She was only at the Golden Core Stage, and had yet to form a Nascent Soul.

But at this moment, she was not in a hurry.

If she were to hastily condense a Nascent Soul, then she would absolutely be a Violet Nascent. There was no hope in her path to immortality, so what if she advanced into the Nascent Soul Stage?

"Immortal Nascent must be condensed into an Immortal Nascent!" Chu Mei clenched her fists. Since she'd reincarnated here, she'd taken an extremely great risk, so how could she be willing to vanish into the crowd and transform into a pile of dust that returned to the heavens and the earth?

Zhang Shaofeng revealed a smile. It was unknown whether it was mockery or other intentions.

...

In front of the Heaven Gate, Chen Yi was looking at Yang Xi quietly, but his expression remained unchanged.

Yang Xi couldn't help but look disappointed, "It seems like you still don't understand!"

"The difference between the Golden Core Stage and the Nascent Soul realm is the same as the difference between fog and ice. It's almost intrinsically different."

"Using cold fog to cut ice is simply impossible."

"As for me, who has the Immortal Infant, I am equivalent to a thousand years old ice. It is as hard as steel, and even the cold air I emit is not something that the cold fog can compare with."

Yang Xi looked at Chen Yi seriously and said, "Do you think you can cut the thousand years old ice with the cold mist?"

After saying that, Chen Yi's expression remained indifferent, which made Yang Xi feel unusually angry.

"Are you a wooden man? Don't tell me you really think that a Golden Core Stage like you is a match for me?" Yang Xi stomped his feet in anger. He didn't look like a Nascent Soul Dao Monarch at all, but more like an immature child.

However, no matter what he said, Chen Yi's expression remained calm, as if he was waiting... for the arrival of the Prime Day.

Yang Xi also understood, and with a helpless expression, he shook his head and said, "You really are a blockhead. Forget it, perhaps you're really confident that you'll be able to survive more than one Heavenly Tribulation."

"It's also because of your so-called Immortal Bone that you are confident that you won't change your expression."

"However, when you make a move, you'll truly understand what it means to compare a grain of rice to the splendor of a bright moon."

Yang Xi walked back and was about a hundred meters away from Chen Yi. A precious chair flew out from the storage bag at his waist and he sat on it.

"I say, everyone, please judge. How can I not persuade this stupid wood!"

"Isn't it good to be alive? As long as I kneel here and beg for mercy while wagging my tail, I will always be soft-hearted."

"Zhang Shaofeng from the Heaven, tell me, it was not easy for me not to kill him, but he still doesn't appreciate it. It really makes me angry."

Yang Xi looked around like a chatterbox.

Zhang Shaofeng obviously didn't want to pay attention to Yang Xi. In his eyes, Yang Xi was sometimes crazy and terrifying.

However, those who were pampered all had this problem.

Zhang Shao Feng could roughly guess that Yang Xi had an astonishing background in the Ten Zhang Heaven Gate.

However, he didn't know if the powerhouse he pampered was at the Divine Sea or the Dao Integration Stage because of his background was at the Divine Sea or the Dao Integration Stage? Or was it the Mahayana Realm at the peak of the Immortal Cultivation Realm!?

"That Ghost Messenger from the Underworld, stop hiding. I'm talking about you."

"If he dies, can you take away his soul? I haven't dealt with anyone from the Underworld yet. The Spiritual Realm is too far away from the Underworld. "

Yang Xi was still muttering to himself as he lay horizontally on the treasured chair, his head hanging on the armrest of the chair. He looked at an existence in the distance who wore a black robe and had black chains on it.

Ghost Messenger of the Underworld, Samsara Palace!

Many people looked over, and Chu Mei, Zhang Shaofeng, and the others' expressions couldn't help but change.

The person called Ghost Messenger by Yang Xi didn't make a sound either. Only that black robe, which didn't touch the ground, seemed like a real ghost.0

Yang Xi had a helpless expression. He punched the chair and sat up straight.

"Why are you guys so quiet? Are you all mute in your original world?"

Yang Xi was somewhat annoyed. His eyes fell upon the expressionless Chen Yi.

Yang Xi felt that time had passed too slowly. He couldn't help but want to crush this Chen Yi into pieces. His unpleasant face was filled with tears and blood, and he looked like he was begging for mercy.

Thinking about it, Yang Xi felt somewhat excited.

After all, it was too easy to kill a person. To him, it was no fun at all.

However, it was different when he saw the number one expert in the human world, who thought himself to be at the peak, shaking his tail and begging for mercy in front of him. That kind of joy was not something that could be compared to killing.

Yang Xi hadn't left Taiyue for so long because he needed to recover to the Nascent Soul Stage, and it was the same for the other part.

Just as Yang Xi felt extremely tormented, the blood vessels in his eyes grew more and more.

It was only when a bell tolled that it resounded above Taiyue.

Yang Xi was like a ferocious beast that couldn't suppress the killing intent in his heart. His slightly red eyes were firmly locked onto Chen Yi.

The day of the Upper Origin had arrived!

In an instant, the ground sank and cracked. Yang Xi's figure disappeared and reappeared. Surprisingly, he was already there...

In front of Chen Yi!

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