Immortal Me Can Infinitely Add Points For Myself

　　For the first time in thousands of years, the Sword Venerable Great Emperor truly drew his sword.

　　Perhaps it would also be the last time.

　　The sword light that burst forth like daylight sealed off everything and resisted the encroaching darkness.

　　An old man with long hair and a frail body stood above the sword sea, his hands clasped behind his back at his waist, looking deeply at the entire Vast Heaven Sword Sea, not saying a word.

　　This was the Sword Venerable Great Emperor.

　　The Sect Leader of the Vast Heaven Sword Sea made his move. Following the daylight sword light, he soared upward like a sword standing between heaven and earth, a slender line, accompanied by boundless sword light, charging towards the entire darkness.

　　"Open the Star Gate!"

　　The Sect Leader roared, and his voice reached the ears of the remaining cultivators in the Vast Heaven Sword Sea.

　　Zhang Daoming's body trembled. Standing beside Chen Xia, he immediately exclaimed.

　　"Open the Star Gate? The Sect Leader wants to go to the Realm?!"

　　He quickly shook his head, frowning. "The Star Gate leads directly to the Realm. Why open it now? We could have left long ago."

　　Zhang Daoming couldn't figure it out.

　　Chen Xia, standing by, couldn't understand either. He only hoped that the Sect Leader and the Old Fisherman would leave him alone and let him go.

　　Soon, Zhang Daoming's confusion was resolved.

　　Because the immortal swords beneath their feet began to tremble, and the buildings on them trembled layer by layer.

　　With a shudder.

　　The buildings didn't collapse, held up by sword intent.

　　The immortal sword flew off into the distance, dragging vast sword intent. The sword body, however, was shrinking.

　　When it finally landed in the Old Fisherman's hand, it was only a three-foot flying sword. But the terrifying sword intent made the Old Fisherman's face contort. Biting his teeth, he raised the immortal sword high, about to strike down towards the star river.

　　He was going to open the Star Gate here.

　　Zhang Daoming understood and cried out in alarm. "He's going to cleave the star river and open the Star Gate to take the entire Vast Heaven Sword Sea into the Realm to avoid the great era reckoning!"

　　What a terrifying means!

　　Zhang Daoming's body trembled. Although he didn't know if they could escape, the fact that the Sect Leader could think of such an astonishing method was already astonishing enough.

　　Chen Xia hoisted the big yellow dog onto his back and was ready to flee. "Old Zhang, let's go!"

　　Seeing his appearance, Zhang Daoming's astonished expression froze for a moment. "Are you stealing the dog?"

　　"Run!" Chen Xia quickened his pace, having found an opening and was ready to escape.

　　Zhang Daoming hastened to follow him. Although he didn't care much about living, he had also said he didn't want to die. Following Chen Xia was better than nothing.

　　High above the sky dome, the not-so-big immortal sword, carrying the sword intent to destroy the star river, slashed downwards brutally.

　　Opening the Star Gate.

　　Tens of thousands of meteorites were pulverized, and the star river was torn open, revealing a dark hue.

　　This was the Star Gate.

　　But it was only half-opened.

　　Because a huge hand stretching from the depths of the star region firmly blocked the immortal sword in the star river. At the same time, a distant voice came.

　　"I said I'd come to claim the immortal sword when the time came."

　　White Emperor!

　　The old figure above the sword sea slightly raised his head, his deep eyes seeming to penetrate the entire starry sky, but he didn't move.

　　"Get lost!" The Old Fisherman snorted coldly. The immortal sword in his hand lit up with boundless sword light, illuminating thousands of miles of the star river, and he directly slashed at the huge hand with one sword.

　　"A mere minor saint dares to use the immortal sword. Ridiculous." The distant voice grew nearer, and the huge hand disappeared.

　　The White Emperor stood in front of the Old Fisherman, with supreme divine light behind him, dragging nine essence stars, and he sneered.

　　"Crush."

　　The supreme divine light surged forward, and the terrifying aura made the starry sky tremble.

　　The White Emperor continued to chuckle and said, "The great era is going to reckon with you. It's the trend of the times. I'm helping the Heavenly Dao and doing justice on behalf of Heaven, right?"

　　He asked the old figure above the sword sea.

　　The old figure didn't answer, still looking at the starry sky.

　　Now, the Sect Leader of the Vast Heaven Sword Sea charged towards the dark reckoning with boundless sword light, buying time for the Vast Heaven Sword Sea.

　　The Sword Venerable Great Emperor was probably powerless to make another move.

　　The only one in the Vast Heaven Sword Sea who could still fight was the Old Fisherman. The White Emperor really wasn't afraid.

　　"Open." The Old Fisherman suddenly turned the immortal sword, and fine ancient characters slowly emerged on the blade.

　　At the same time, his face began to age. Originally only half of his hair was white, but now it was all white, and his aura weakened.

　　But the immortal sword grew stronger.

　　"Truly crazy." The White Emperor frowned and gave his evaluation.

　　"Get lost." The Old Fisherman still said the same thing, his voice extremely old.

　　The immortal sword slashed out.

　　Half of the star river was filled with sword light!

　　———

　　Chen Xia, with the big yellow dog on his back, had fled to the outskirts of the Vast Heaven Sword Sea and was about to reach the star region.

　　Zhang Daoming was following closely behind, panting. "Slow down, slow down."

　　"Can't slow down. I'm going to sprint!" Chen Xia was excited.

　　He took the first step out of the Vast Heaven Sword Sea and into the star region, the first time in thousands of years. His whole body stood outside the star region.

　　At that very moment.

　　Chen Xia suddenly turned around. Behind him stood an old man, a very familiar figure. Chen Xia was stunned for a moment, then grinned bitterly.

　　"Master."

　　"Just an external incarnation," the Old Fisherman said softly.

　　Chen Xia could tell. He put the big yellow dog down and sighed. "Still not going to let me go?"

　　"That's the task I was given," the Old Fisherman said unhurriedly, his hands clasped behind his back, shaking his head gently.

　　"It's not that I won't let you go. With just the strength of the Heaven-Mending Realm, kill me and you can leave."

　　Chen Xia lowered his eyes, pursing his lips. "Why, even now?"

　　"That's what cultivators are like," the Old Fisherman simply replied. At the same time, he started walking towards Chen Xia and said softly.

　　"Come back with me."

　　As soon as he finished speaking, the Old Fisherman's figure was in front of Chen Xia, and his old hand was about to grab Chen Xia's shoulder.

　　"Don't."

　　A pure white hand blocked the Old Fisherman's old palm. Chen Xia's pupils turned pure white, containing supreme coercion. He spoke again, his tone firm.

　　"I will definitely leave."

　　His body instantly transformed into a pure white form, shaking the void, and he charged directly at the Old Fisherman, crashing towards the meteorite area.

　　The big yellow dog and Zhang Daoming watched from the shattered meteorite beside them, looking anxious.

　　The fight between Chen Xia and the Old Fisherman was extremely fierce. All that could be seen were two bright lights colliding in the shattered star river, and each time, an extremely powerful coercion spread out.

　　The meteorites were pulverized, and the void was torn open.

　　"Heaven's Pressure." The Old Fisherman suddenly spoke, and a complex mark flashed between his eyebrows.

　　This was a semi-immortal technique.

　　Chen Xia's charging body trembled instantly, his eyes empty, feeling as if he was standing in an empty star river, bearing the pressure of the sky dome.

　　In just an instant, the sky dome crushed him.

　　Chen Xia's pure white figure plummeted, crashing through layers of meteorites and falling into the starry sky. His consciousness dimmed, right beneath the big yellow dog and Zhang Daoming.

　　The Old Fisherman took a step and was already beside Chen Xia. He said softly.

　　"My cultivation level may be at the Heaven-Mending Realm, but my combat power can't be calculated as an ordinary Heaven-Mending Realm cultivator's. Don't be careless."

　　He reached out his hand, about to grab Chen Xia.

　　"Wait... wait a moment, don't!" A stammering shout came.

　　The Old Fisherman turned his head.

　　The big yellow dog was standing at the exit, looking extremely frightened, but its eyes were fixed firmly on him.

　　Not retreating an inch.