Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times

Heavenly Hall, inside the guesthouse.

Chen Qiu, who had been sitting cross-legged on the bed, got up, ready to return to his seclusion spot—the Heavenly Palace. This journey had come to a perfect end; after spending a few days and nearly a million Spirit Stones, he had finally managed to get the "Big Yao Nine" Heavenly Dao Term Group.

The effect was good.

He was very satisfied.

It was just a bit of a waste of money. For ninety-nine percent of people, this opportunity would have been squandered; not everyone could afford to gamble nearly a million Spirit Stones on it. If you were lucky, that was fine, but if you were unlucky, those million might not even be enough to stop the loss.

Especially since, before drawing it, you wouldn't even know what the effect of the Heavenly Dao Term Group "Big Yao Nine" was. It was pure gambling, because you had no idea what you were going to get.

For him, it was a big win. On one hand, because the effect was quite suitable for him, including the effect of the "Two Two Two Two" entry, he was also very satisfied. On the other hand, because he had more channels and a faster pace for acquiring Spirit Stones. Although nearly a million Spirit Stones weren't a small amount, it wasn't a lot for him either.

At most, it would mean Liu Zide on that end would have to work a bit harder.

Before preparing to leave, he glanced at that special Red Entry "Ten Ten Ten Ten." It was an entry only available to those who had the Heavenly Dao Term Group "Big Yao Nine," and it was his third Red Entry.

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"Entry Name": Ten Ten Ten Ten.

"Entry Level": Red.

"Entry Effect": When you deal a one-hit kill to an enemy within the same Great Cultivation Realm, the excess damage will turn into a White Shield that protects your safety, which will dissipate after a hundred breaths.

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"Hmm?"

Chen Qiu looked at the Red Entry in front of him and raised his eyebrows slightly; it seemed... rather nice. It was a defensive class entry, and defense had always been one of his weaknesses, although it rarely had the chance to be exposed in most cases.

So it seemed as if he had no weakness at all.

It was just that... as for its strengths and weaknesses, he was somewhat uncertain.

He would have to test it when he had the chance.

He briefly browsed the comments on this entry. The opinions were mixed; most said that this entry would only be effective if one's Cultivation was at the peak or later stage of a Great Realm.

Like the peak of Void Refining.

At that point, fully striking down someone in the initial stages of Void Refining would convert the excess damage into a White Shield, but when the Cultivation was lower, it would be ineffective. At that stage, it was virtually impossible to kill someone in one hit, and even if you could, the excess damage was so slight that it was nearly useless.

This "one hit" does not refer to a single spell.

According to the information from the comments section, it seems to refer to all attacks within three breaths that result in a one-hit kill.

...

Chen Qiu shook his head, dismissing further thoughts about the entry, and stood up to head downstairs in the guesthouse, ready to leave the Heavenly Hall.

But just at that moment—

He suddenly noticed that outside it was chaotic, with many people rushing in one direction, towards the shop where he had drawn the lottery. Without much thought, and intrigued to join the commotion, he made his way to the shop to see what had happened.

Upon arriving, he randomly grabbed someone and inquired, quickly learning what had transpired.

It turned out...

That a Golden Core cultivator, for some unknown reason, had jumped into the "entry prize pool" well, and until now, thousands of breaths later, had not come up for air. The Shopkeeper had fished around in the well with a stick and couldn't find anyone.

The Heavenly Hall had been around for many years, and so had this shop, but no one had ever jumped in before.

No one knew what would happen if someone fell in, whether intentionally or by accident.

After all, as a Golden Core, it was not possible for one to drown. If so much time had passed without surfacing, there was only one reason: they couldn't get out.

"..."

Chen Qiu also stood there waiting for a while, but seeing that nothing changed, he didn't stay long and immediately turned into a ray of light, shooting towards the direction of the Heavenly Palace. His Cultivation Progress was still some distance from the peak of Void Refining.

He planned to break through to the peak of Void Refining first and then prepare for the Body Integration Realm.

Everything was going according to plan.

Orderly and methodical.

Some hours later, Chen Qiu had already returned to the Heavenly Palace. He handed the remaining Spirit Stones to the brown bear guarding the Heavenly Palace Gate and sat on the Xuantian Throne, preparing to meditate and cultivate.

Although his cultivation progress had slowed down due to the delay, his foundation had also become much stronger.

Improving both Cultivation and foundation.

Just as he was about to initiate his mental method to enter the state of cultivation, he suddenly felt as if someone was calling his name. A somewhat ethereal voice echoed in his ears, and soon a wisp of smoke appeared before him.

Quickly, with the rising smoke, an image emerged—it was the long-unseen Seventh Prince!

This was an old friend.

Back in Da Xia Country when he was still the State Preceptor, he had watched the Seventh Prince grow up. In other words, the Seventh Prince was almost no different from his godson, with much of his behavior and character being influenced by Chen Qiu. When he left Da Xia Country, the Seventh Prince had resolutely told him that he would definitely catch up with him.

But at that time, the Seventh Prince was dressed in a green robe, with a determined face, and looked full of spirit.

Now, the Seventh Prince...

Was at death's door, covered in wounds, kneeling on the ground. His hands were clasped together, carefully holding a lit incense stick. Accompanied by the smoke that drifted over, the weak and trembling voice of the Seventh Prince crossed the Continent, reaching his ears.