Chapter 940: Chapter 940

A grotto heaven is essentially its own small world, actually a kind of prototype of a small world.

However, the newly-born grotto heaven, due to the severe lack of rules, will certainly have many imperfections inside.

When the rules of the entire grotto heaven gradually are completed to a certain extent, it will not just be a grotto heaven but will transform into a genuine world.

To refine the Golden Dawn Island area and turn it into one’s own grotto heaven is no small feat, even for Chen Hai.

The time spent on this matter is estimated to be measured in millennia or even tens of thousands of years.

Of course, if Chen Hai does not have too many requirements and only wants to create a small grotto heaven that can accommodate living creatures, it would be much simpler.

However, such a grotto heaven, only a few thousand or tens of thousands of square feet, is merely a storage space that can accommodate living creatures. Calling such a space a grotto heaven is entirely an insult to these two characters.

The Golden Dawn Island he intends to target, although called an island, if compared to the Blue Star era’s seven continents combined, it likely could not be matched.

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Such an island, although much larger than other islands in the Endless Sea, is clearly not on the same level as true land like the southern Zhan State or the Northern Continent.

How long will it take to refine such a large island? Even Chen Hai himself does not have an exact idea.

Time flies by like arrows, days and months flash like shuttles.

Time flows like water, in the serene days, year after year, in the blink of an eye, countless years have passed.

Now on the Primordial Land, chaos has already truly begun.

The Golden Dawn Island, where Black Water Immortal Mountain is located, is naturally very remote. Also, because it is precisely surrounded by Demon Palace territory, temporarily, this area is still relatively peaceful.

Of course, this so-called peace is only relative.

In these years, many ancient factions like the Heavenly God Palace or Netherworld Sect, which were deeply hidden before and unheard of, suddenly emerged and even invaded the seas surrounding the Golden Dawn Island.

However, the invasions of those factions were all eventually repelled by the Demon Palace.

Although there were repercussions on Golden Dawn Island, the impact was minimal, temporarily maintaining relative peace.

On this day, as night just passed, the sky was barely dawn.

Qingmu, dressed in a Confucian robe, and Wan Zhongshan, rarely seen without his broom and instead donned in a mighty war armor, walked up the mountain and stopped before the hall where Chen Hai was in retreat.

Over the years, Qingmu had been wandering around several towns near the Immortal Mountain, his existence not well known to the Black Water Lineage.

However, Wan Zhongshan had been sweeping the foot of the mountain for years and had stepped in during several confrontations with enemies.

Almost everyone on the Immortal Mountain knew about this Daluo Golden Immortal sweeping the foot of the mountain, from ordinary disciples to Ye Fangxian and Zhang Tianci, who treated him respectfully.

Given his status among the Black Water Lineage disciples, leading the way with Qingmu, passage up the mountain was naturally unimpeded and smooth.

"Taoist Friend Chen, are you in closed-door cultivation? Do you have time now?"

Looking at the tightly closed hall door, the two frowned, glanced at each other, and sensed the situation within through the thick door in front of them.

Over these years, although Chen Hai was refining the grotto heaven, he was not breaking through realms, nor was he in a death retreat.

Every three to five years, when he found it a bit dull inside the Cultivation Hall, he would come out to walk around the Immortal Mountain, occasionally visiting nearby towns.

With Wan Zhongshan stationed at the mountain foot daily, Qingmu and he naturally were aware of Chen Hai’s activities over the years.

However, looking at the tightly closed hall door before them, they were unsure if Chen Hai was immersed in cultivation today!

"Ah, it’s Taoist Friend Qingmu and Taoist Friend Wan, come in, the door is open!"

"It’s rare to see you two ascend the Immortal Mountain; with your character of never visiting without matters, if there isn’t something important, you surely wouldn’t come here!"

"Could you tell me what has happened that brought you two together here?"

Their luck seemed good; as soon as their inquiry words fell, the thick door of the Cultivation Hall before them creaked and slowly opened.

Before seeing Chen Hai inside, his voice had already pierced through to Wan Zhongshan and Qingmu’s ears.

Exchanging a glance and nodding, Qingmu led, with Wan Zhongshan half a body behind, entering through the hall door.

The entire hall was empty, except for a simple meditation mat placed in the center.

Chen Hai sat cross-legged on the mat, and with his eyes closed, he looked plain and ordinary, like an unremarkable ordinary person.

As Qingmu and Wan Zhongshan walked in, Chen Hai’s eyes slowly began to open.

At that moment, the two seemed to see countless creatures through his eyes.

The indescribable shock was beyond explanation.

As a Quasi-Saint, Qingmu felt his emotions, such as sadness, joy, compassion, and anger, suddenly run rampant, causing him to be lost for a while before regaining control and returning to full consciousness.

If Chen Hai were an enemy and intended to attack him, the brief time in which Qingmu lost control would be enough for countless kills by Chen Hai.

Wan Zhongshan, half a body behind him, having only glanced a few more times at Chen Hai, was even less able to handle it.

Only Qingmu waking him by a hard stomp snapped him out of his emotional breakdown and loss of control.

"In the early years, when Chen Hai preached to his disciples, he had already successfully advanced to the Quasi-Saint Realm."

"Three hundred years have passed; what realm has he reached now?"

"Though I am not my original self, my strength has reached the Quasi-Saint threshold. Yet merely glancing at Chen Hai a few times made me feel overwhelmed!"

Suddenly, Qingmu’s front and back were soaked with cold sweat.

With his knowledge, and sharing certain information with his original self, he had encountered many Quasi-Saint strong beings.

Yet one as terrifyingly powerful as Chen Hai, Qingmu dared to swear, was absolutely the first time he had seen.

The extreme shock filled his heart, making him momentarily forget the purpose of his and Wan Zhongshan’s visit.

"Could you tell me what brings you here and what important matter it is?"

Waiting for the two to speak, seeing them silent, Chen Hai lightly hummed, frowned, and asked again.