Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times

"Grinding Plate?"

Fat Long's eyebrows quirked up, "The name itself doesn't sound like it carries any fortune."

"Hehe."

Deceit Buddha chuckled dryly a few times, then said with a peculiar expression, "Actually, in my eyes, your name, Fat Long, isn't much better, not to mention the name Chen Qiu. Who names someone after a 'prison'?"

"Every race has its own culture, so naturally, the ways we choose names are different. You of the Human Race like to pass down surnames and then use those surnames to name your children, and some particular families even add generation names to their names."

"But in the eyes of the Evil Demon, this all seems very strange."

"Evil Demons don't distinguish between parents, each individual is born as an entity unto themselves. Whatever object they are born on top of, that becomes their name. I was born on a grinding plate, so naturally, I am called Grinding Plate."

"Born on top of an object?" Fat Long nodded thoughtfully, "I think I might have a rough idea of your Evil Demon Clan's heritage now."

"..."

Deceit Buddha kept silent and didn't delve further into this topic, clearly not willing to reveal too much about how they produce offspring, simply looking at Chen Qiu with a serious expression.

"Chen Qiu, our conversation today has been quite harmonious. The Human Race is the foremost great race under the heavens, but it has never been united as one, being even more fractured internally than the Devil Clan. And almost all of the strong individuals among the Human Race hold one principle."

"That is, to pacify internal strife before repelling external threats."

"Therefore, in the higher realms of the Immortal Realm, civil wars among the Human Race are quite frequent. Whether the Evil Demon Clan and the Human Race will be adversaries, allies, or neutral in the future isn't something we can control, but I hope that you and I can maintain a good relationship."

"Mhm."

Chen Qiu nodded lightly, calmly saying, "Firstly, the character 'Qiu' in my name doesn't mean prison in the culture of the Human Race, but swimming, signifying adeptness in water, which is a term of praise."

"Alright, then."

Deceit Buddha said sheepishly, "They say that he who excels with a sword ultimately dies by the sword, he who excels in water..."

Before he could finish, he saw the unfriendly looks in the eyes of Fat Long and the others around him. He immediately raised his hands and changed his tune, "My mistake, my mistake. I meant no offense, it was just a slip of the tongue."

"Then, till we meet again."

That being said,

Deceit Buddha prepared to stand up and leave, with a trace of fleeing in panic. He had originally wanted to show off his knowledge of Human Race culture, to put on a display himself, but it seemed now was not the right time.

"Wait a minute."

Chen Qiu called out to Deceit Buddha, frowning as he said, "You claim you used to be a being even stronger than those in the Body Integration Realm, so why come to a First Grade Continent? Are you that down on your luck, or does the Peihong Continent hold some special existence?"

"Special?"

Deceit Buddha appeared somewhat angry, hands on hips as he ranted, "Just a second-rate tainted continent is all. What's so special about that? Even among all the tainted continents, this one wouldn't rank high. Those so-called three innate 'battle ascension' entries each person is born with, they're somewhat useful at lower Cultivation levels, but once your Cultivation reaches a certain threshold, those three White entries are useless."

"If it weren't for contracting 'Immortal Cancer' and my Cultivation plummeting, I wouldn't have run off to a First Grade Continent to eke out a wretched existence. I came here looking for opportunities to solve my Immortal Cancer, while also paving the way for my reincarnation. Who would come to this godforsaken place otherwise?"

"I've already given up on solving Immortal Cancer; now, I'm just waiting to reincarnate."

"It's just that after reincarnation, I'll have to cultivate from the beginning again."

"Although it'll be tough, I believe that even if I have to do it all over again, I can still climb back up."

The rotund figure of Deceit Buddha, hands on his hips, appeared quite comical at this point, and the anger he previously showed now seemed more like a farce.

"..."

Chen Qiu's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly. Deceit Buddha possessing a method for reincarnation didn't shock him too much. After all, he was an existence from the higher realms of the Immortal Realm who had once been mightier than those in the Body Integration Realm, so knowing a method for reincarnation was not that extraordinary.

What really caught him off-guard was that Deceit Buddha also suffered from Immortal Cancer.

Was this "Immortal Cancer" a bit too prevalent?

Why did it seem like everyone from the higher realms of the Immortal Realm had contracted this disease?

"What's the matter?"

Seeing Chen Qiu's reaction, Deceit Buddha asked in surprise, "You've heard of this 'Celestial Illness'? It's a disease that only Immortals can contract. You actually know about it?"

"That's right, someone like you, a Heavenly Pride, getting more information is understandable."

"Since you know about 'Immortal Cancer,' that makes things a lot simpler. It's a completely random disease without any warning signs, and it's actually very simple, just Cultivation constantly regressing. The higher the Grade of the continent you stay in, the faster the Cultivation regresses."

"And as the Cultivation regresses, the upper limit of lifespan drops. I've lived for many years now, so I don't even need to wait for my Cultivation to hit bottom, just dropping halfway would mean death. I've calculated it, and unless something unexpected happens, I can only live for three more years."

"It's just a bit frustrating. I haven't really done anything good, but neither have I done any wrong. Why is my luck so bad that I contracted this Celestial Illness?"

"This Celestial Illness is almost incurable."

"One needs to obtain 'Yin Emperor's Fortune' to cure it, and a thread of Yin Emperor's luck requires nine threads of Yin Soul's luck combined. Yin Soul's luck can only be produced in the underworld, and obtaining it is as difficult as obtaining Heavenly Pride Fortune in the Mortal World. The difficulty, heh."

"Forget about it."

Deceit Buddha sighed deeply, his voice full of sorrow and unwillingness: "Over the years, I've used all my means and resources, and even approached all of my clan members I could speak with to ask for help, and I've only managed to scrape together six threads of Yin Soul's luck."