Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times

"..."

Chen Qiu glanced at the bear-type demon beast being besieged nearby, then looked toward the little girl still curled up in a corner crying. He walked over, stuffed her into the stove room of a nearby courtyard, and then turned to leave the courtyard, looking at the cobblestone road shrouded in darkness. He murmured,

"The world shouldn't be like this."

He could accept being killed by bandits who blocked his way, or being killed by other cultivators for his treasures, or even being taken by the Flower Offering Sect to be used as a nourishing ingredient.

Although it was a resentful way to die, there was at least a reason for it.

But...

What reason did these people in Fufeng City have to die? Without doing anything wrong, they had to be buried alongside so many others just because of a minor version change in the Heavenly Dao, or because an Evil Cultivator came with an army of ten thousand demon beasts, causing hundreds of thousands to die here.

If he hadn't encountered Fat Long and obtained his own chance, perhaps... he would have also died unnoticed in Fufeng City.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Even if he had known in advance, it was not possible to escape thousands of miles away from Fufeng City within a few hours.

There weren't only Fufeng City nearby, but also Ask Heaven market town, and other cities too.

Fufeng City had him here, so the death toll was somewhat less, but what about the other cities?

Did the lords of those other cities also run away?

Probably.

After all, with the "Demon Clan Invasion" update, the invading Demon Clan cultivators were matched in number and Cultivation with the cultivators within a thousand miles of Fufeng City. If there were Golden Core cultivators in that range, then a Demon Clan Golden Core would also descend.

Perhaps those Golden Core cultivators also lacked the confidence to kill a Golden Core of the Demon Clan.

...

Thus, with 'Light Wind Talismans' attached, Chen Qiu and his comrades walked on, and the vast army of resentful spirit demon beasts obediently followed behind, killing any demon beasts that entered the city gates and converting them into resentful spirits of their own kind.

After who knows how many hours.

At that time, Chen Qiu, already trembling uncontrollably and curled up from the piercing cold, sat on a stone pillar by the East City gate; behind him stood nearly 150,000 resentful spirit demon beasts.

At that moment, he even felt hallucinations appearing before his eyes.

The shrill and piercing cries of ghosts echoed unceasingly around his ears.

His skin had turned to an extremely exaggerated degree of paleness.

Fat Long also felt a bit horrified, but nowhere near as extreme as him, since these resentful spirits were all his, with the majority of the backlash affecting him.

"Brother Qiu,"

Fat Long, standing by the side, picked up a bloodstained blanket from the ground and wrapped it around Chen Qiu. He couldn't help but say anxiously, "Don't wait any longer. At this rate, Brother Qiu, you'll die before the Demon Clan even arrive!"

"This resentment from nearly two hundred thousand resentful spirits is enough to completely crush a person!"

He understood Brother Qiu's intentions.

The number and Cultivation of the arriving Demon Clan were matched with the cultivators in the area. As Fufeng City had a million civilians, this also meant that an equal number of Demon Clan would descend within a thousand miles.

In the imminent great war,

These hundred and fifty thousand resentful spirits would be the best assistance and the strongest force.

It's just... the price of backlash from resentment was indeed a bit heavy.

"Don't rush."

Chen Qiu, sitting on the stone by the city gate, looked at the countless figures in black, slowly walking out from the dark mist with blades in their hands, and gave a faint smile, "Here they come, right?"

"Really, they took their time. If they'd been any later, all these resentful spirits would have returned to the earth."

"But it's still okay."

"Not too late."

Foundation Establishment cultivators already found it difficult to increase their Cultivation by killing demon beasts, leaving only those at the Qi Refinement Realm to rapidly improve their Cultivation by slaying demon beasts. Even so, after killing tens of thousands of demon beasts from the early, middle, and even later stages of Qi Refinement and Foundation Establishment,

his Cultivation Progress had already reached nearly ninety-nine percent.

He was just one step away from breaking through to the second layer of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

It was as if everything would be fine as long as the quantity was sufficient.

No sooner had he spoken.

Than the tens of thousands of resentful spirit demon beasts gathered behind Chen Qiu roared and howled as they rushed towards the countless black-clothed individuals in the black mist. The first batch of resentful spirits had already dispersed into the heavens and earth, and if it weren't for the restriction of one hour, the number of resentful spirits he could control would be even greater.

And those of the Demon Clan, for some reason, wore unified black robes, which made them quite easy to identify.

Each of them bore a bloodthirsty, savage, and excited smile on their face.

They didn't seem quite sane.

Looking over, men made up more than ninety percent of them. Being in such a highly confined space for a long period, it's understandable that their sanity might be affected.

...

After the group of resentful spirit demon beasts had all rushed out behind him, Chen Qiu suddenly felt the chill on his body lessen significantly. Although he had not completely recovered, it was much better than before, at least he didn't feel like he was carrying a mountain on his back, unable to straighten up.

But the Demon Cultivators that appeared at the edge of his vision were not as numerous as he expected. Forget a million, even ten thousand seemed far off at a glance.

It was pitifully few.

And among those who charged out with the countless resentful spirits and demon beasts were thousands of Foundation Establishment Cultivators from Fufeng City. With roars, these Foundation Establishment Cultivators employed various methods. There were Magic Practitioners throwing lightning, Sword Cultivators manipulating flying swords, and others.

Fufeng City didn't originally have so many Sword Cultivators.

But with the opening of the "Heavenly Dao Secret Realm," Fufeng City had attracted quite a few Foundation Establishment Cultivators. Not every one of them had a Golden Core from their power backing them to leave, which resulted in many disciples from families and sects being forced to stay in Fufeng City.

Everyone knew this was truly a fight for their lives.

Only when one side was completely annihilated, would the battle cease.

In an environment rich with Spiritual Energy, each person used their spells without restraint. Whether they were Sword Cultivators, Alchemy Cultivators, or Artifact Cultivators, it was impossible not to know a single spell. So at this moment, all of them were in the rear, unceasingly casting spells towards those demon beasts entangled by resentful spirits indiscriminately.

After all, even if they ran out of Spiritual Energy, they could just sit down, cross-legged, circulate their mental method, and their Spiritual Energy would be refilled in no time.

Everyone was going all out, employing every method at their disposal.

...

"Kill!!!"

Among the Demon Clan cultivators, one bare-chested man with a ferocious look and a face full of anger raised his long sword, slashing at the resentful spirit demon beasts charging towards him. With each slash, his sword light shot out, and in a flash, dozens of demon beasts lay dead.

Though the specific Sword Skill was unknown, his every move displayed ease and proficiency.

And his control over Spiritual Energy was so fine that it didn't seem at all like that of an average mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

At that moment, he was boiling with rage with nowhere to vent. After so many years of waiting, just when an opportunity emerged to return to Da Xia Country due to changes in the Heavenly Dao version, who would have expected to land in such a godforsaken place!

A bunch of mortals who hadn't even reached Foundation Establishment!

In this group of Heavenly Dao prisoners, the most numerous were those in the Foundation Establishment Stage; there were hardly any in the Qi Refinement Realm. Or to put it another way, what Qi Refinement Realm cultivator would qualify to be a prisoner? Even if you wanted to be captured, you wouldn't be eligible!

As a result, when the "Demon Invasion" version started, there were hardly any Qi Refinement Cultivation level cultivators among these Heavenly Dao prisoners to stand up, wasting a large number of slots!

If it were a major city, rich with resources and surrounded by Major Sects...

A place where Foundation Establishment was as common as the dirt and with Golden Cores holding sway...

When tens of thousands of Heavenly Dao prisoners at the Foundation Establishment level and Golden Core Great Powers descended, who could resist?!

But instead...

They landed in such a wretched place where they couldn't unleash their full strength. Nevertheless, although the numbers were imbalanced, in the end, the other side was just more Qi Refinement Realm mortals, which didn't matter. It was just more effort in the slaughter.

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"Brother Qiu,"

Fat Long looked toward the Heavenly Dao prisoners fighting not far away, and suddenly muttered, "I just thought of something. The Wentiang Workshop is also within a thousand miles, and though the workshop owner has run off, do you think the treasures of the many shops in Wentiang Workshop could have escaped?"

"If we can survive this, do these count as rewards?"