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　　The Vast Heaven Sword Sea, which had never been bustling, was now even more deserted.

　　Chen Xia seldom went out for a stroll. Occasionally, when he did go out, he just wandered around casually, sat in a dilapidated pavilion for a while, and then returned to his cave.

　　How many cultivators were left in the Vast Heaven Sword Sea?

　　Chen Xia had asked Zhang Daoming this question, and the answer he got was even more laughable.

　　Less than one in ten remained.

　　And among the Fourteen Sons of the Vast Heaven, which had been widely publicized by the Vast Heaven Sword Sea before, only four were left now, and they were all newly recruited Great Emperor seedlings.

　　Di Du, Qiu Li, Chen Xia, and Li Yang.

　　It sounded a bit ridiculous.

　　The ones who had stayed the longest were actually the newly recruited ones.

　　The reasons why Di Du and Qiu Li didn't leave were simple. They were Great Emperor seedlings cultivated by the Vast Heaven Sword Sea, and their families behind them also had a great connection with the Vast Heaven Sword Sea.

　　So, of course, they wouldn't leave for now.

　　But would they stay in the end?

　　Chen Xia didn't think so. It was just that the time hadn't come yet. When the decline of the Vast Heaven Sword Sea expanded further, they should leave too.

　　After all, it was impossible for newly emerging Great Emperor seedlings to accompany the dying Vast Heaven Sword Sea for the rest of their lives.

　　Impossible.

　　As for Li Yang, Chen Xia thought the reason she hadn't left was probably that she hadn't figured out where to go. So, she might as well stay in the Vast Heaven Sword Sea. At least, she could still read the supernatural secrets in the Heavenly Pavilion.

　　But when the time came, they should all leave, including Chen Xia.

　　Only Chen Xia should be the last Great Emperor seedling to leave.

　　However, it was hard to say. What if the Vast Heaven Sword Sea went crazy and insisted on keeping two Great Emperor seedlings as company for its death?

　　Everything was hard to say.

　　The big yellow dog often came to find Chen Xia. The man and the dog didn't have any other ways to amuse themselves. Two thousand years had passed, and they were still playing chess.

　　And neither of them was good at it.

　　It could only be said that playing chess wasn't something that one could be good at just because of high cultivation or combat power.

　　Chen Xia's chess skills were as bad as the dog's.

　　This wasn't an insult but a statement.

　　The two lousy chess players, the man and the dog, were always enjoying the game. And while playing chess, the big yellow dog mentioned Chi Yu.

　　"Chi Yu has left."

　　"Hmm, I guessed it," Chen Xia nodded gently, moved the cannon on the chessboard to jump over the "mountain" and took the big yellow dog's pawn.

　　"He wanted to say goodbye to you at that time, but you hadn't come out yet," the big yellow dog moved the chariot upward to attack the cannon.

　　Chen Xia moved the cannon back and shook his head gently. "No need. Compared with goodbye, I'd rather hear a greeting."

　　"I don't really like the sad atmosphere of farewells and can't bear partings. But if I think of meeting again, I'll be a bit happier."

　　"It sounds like self-deception, but I think it's okay."

　　"Ha ha," the big yellow dog suddenly laughed. "Your cannon is gone. I'll take it!"

　　The horse moved in an L-shape and took the cannon diagonally.

　　Chen Xia smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth and moved the chariot upward. "Your horse is gone."

　　It was a game with a high "horse" content.

　　In the end, Chen Xia won by a narrow margin. Both sides had eaten up all the pieces, and it was more or less a draw.

　　"Playing chess is really only interesting when you play with someone at about the same level," Chen Xia couldn't help but sigh.

　　"Indeed," the big yellow dog nodded in agreement.

　　It still remembered the last time it played chess with Chen Xia. Originally, they were evenly matched. But then, that old man Zhang Daoming had to stand behind Chen Xia and give pointers.

　　Then, for some inexplicable reason, the big yellow dog lost half of its pieces and was checkmated in less than thirty moves. At that time, the big yellow dog, who had never cared about winning or losing, was really angry.

　　"Old Zhang, what do you mean by interfering in our chess game?"

　　"Just giving some pointers, that's all," Zhang Daoming waved his hand gently, his old face full of smiles.

　　Finally, he had found something to teach Chen Xia.

　　"You call this giving pointers? You ate up all my pieces and didn't even let me take a couple of yours," the big yellow dog was still indignant.

　　"Indeed, it was really no fun," Chen Xia also agreed.

　　Then Zhang Daoming started to lecture them. "Chess isn't played like this. It should be interlocked and have hidden plans. Let me ask you, how many opening moves are there?"

　　The big yellow dog and Chen Xia thought for a moment and gave the same answer.

　　"One."

　　Zhang Daoming was a bit puzzled. "Which one? Moving the cannon in front of the king, flying the elephant, or moving the pawn?"

　　The big yellow dog and Chen Xia both shook their heads and said in unison.

　　"Killing the opponent's horse at the opening."

　　It had extremely low strategic value but was highly insulting.

　　Coupled with the phrase "Your horse is gone," it might turn a chess game into a real fight.

　　But it was okay because this was Chen Xia's strong point.

　　Actually, there was a simple way to counter the opening move of killing the opponent's horse.

　　Just kill it back.

　　This was called returning the favor in kind.

　　Of course, the quality of this move was another matter. Anyway, it definitely wasn't elegant.

　　The chessboard kept clicking.

　　Time passed slowly like this.

　　Probably in the first month after Chen Xia came back from Pan Dadao's grave, Zhang Daoming was cleaning up Pan Dadao's cave when he saw a letter on the table. There were three words on the seal.

　　To Chen Xia.

　　So, Chen Xia received it.

　　He held the envelope and looked at it again and again, not opening it for a long time.

　　The big yellow dog was getting impatient watching from the side and urged, "Open it quickly."

　　"Hmm," Chen Xia tore open the old seal, revealing the yellowed spirit paper inside.

　　[It's a pity that I couldn't say some things to you face to face.]

　　This was the first sentence.

　　[Thousands of words lingered in my heart, but when I really wanted to write them down, I couldn't say anything. In the end, there were only two words: thank you.]

　　[I know you borrowed a lot of money and should be short of it now. In the southeast corner of the cave, ten meters down, I placed a storage magic weapon. The formation is easy to break. There are thousands of spirit stones inside. Take them.]

　　[I thought about it. Actually, a purple-gold coffin isn't that great. When a person dies, that's it. You can't even see it yourself. It's better to give it to you.]

　　[If we can meet again in the next life.]

　　[I hope to be your friend.]

　　This was the end.

　　Chen Xia shook the envelope and looked at the big yellow dog, eye to eye.

　　"Do you want these spirit stones?" the big yellow dog asked.

　　"No, but I'm going to take them out," Chen Xia had already stood up.

　　"Why?" the big yellow dog asked curiously.

　　"I'm going to burn them all for him. It's my own money. What's the point if I don't let him use it down there? If there's a shortage of money up here, isn't there a shortage down there too?"

　　"That makes sense,"

　　the big yellow dog nodded in agreement.

　　Some things might seem stupid to do and even more stupid to hear.

　　But people always do them.

　　For example, Chen Xia really burned all those thousands of spirit stones with real fire.

　　There was no reason. It just made him feel better.

　　In the 2,300th year.

　　One end of the sky dome of the Vast Heaven Sword Sea suddenly shattered, as if a piece was missing. The already scarce spiritual energy leaked out from the gap.

　　In the same year.

　　Di Du and Qiu Li left together. It was unclear where they had gone, but they had indeed left.

　　Twenty years later.

　　Li Yang found Chen Xia and said a farewell.

　　"Ten thousand spirit stones. Pay me back if we meet again in the future. I won't charge you interest."

　　"Can't I not pay?" Chen Xia frowned.

　　"Not if you're dead," Li Yang chuckled. "But you shouldn't die."

　　"Who knows?" Chen Xia shrugged indifferently.

　　This was goodbye.

　　In the 2,350th year.

　　Among the Fourteen Sons of the Vast Heaven.

　　Only Chen Xia was left.