Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times

He truly didn't know who could reach the end of the Cultivation Path.

He was well aware that he would never step into Void Refining in his lifetime, and even if he did, Void Refining was not the endpoint of the Cultivation Path. The end of the Cultivation Path was like a winding mountain road with no visible endpoint.

When you struggled to climb for years and finally reached what you thought was the endpoint, and you looked up at the mountaintop, you would find it still out of reach.

To attain the Dao and become an immortal, to seize eternal life.

Even Chen Qiu, such a peerless Heavenly Pride, could not achieve immortality and eternal life, so who could?

"Master..."

Xiao Yue, who had been squatting nearby with her eyes red from crying, had a last glimmer of hope in her eyes as she looked up at the old man, "Chen Qiu couldn't possibly be dead, right?"

"Just entering Divinity Transformation makes him invincible in Divinity Transformation."

"How could such a Heavenly Pride suddenly die so inexplicably? He must not be dead, right?"

"..."

The old man from the Myriad Beast Sect at the Peak of Divinity Transformation remained silent for a long time before he reluctantly said, "Firstly, there were unusual celestial phenomena at his funeral, followed by the tenth hexagram of the Gua Sect, and even on the Heavenly Dao ranking list, Chen Qiu's name is gone."

"The rule of the Heavenly Dao is, once a person dies, they are removed from the list."

"Chen Qiu's death is already determined."

"This cannot be changed."

"Do not be too sad, I will help you find someone better than Chen Qiu..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

He instinctively wanted to say he would help her find a Heavenly Pride even better than Chen Qiu. Isn't that how people usually comfort others? But he soon realized that finding a man better than Chen Qiu on the Xuantian Continent... would be harder than making Chen Qiu resurrect.

And his words

made Xiao Yue, who already had red eyes, cry even more bitterly, looking quite pitiable.

Meanwhile, not far away,

the nine-tailed fox was leisurely lying on a round stone sunbathing, glanced casually at Xiao Yue and then stretched comfortably, continuing to laze in the sun.

She could hear other people's thoughts.

So she found it quite puzzling that Xiao Yue was genuinely sad. Weren't you and Chen Qiu merely acquainted briefly? Moreover, Chen Qiu never even looked at you directly, only sending you flying with one blow that severely injured you.

Your love and sadness, from where do they arise?

It truly baffles one.

She didn't know whether Chen Qiu was dead, but she did know one thing, based on her cursory and incomplete understanding of him, she thought that if Chen Qiu truly faced certain death,

he would definitely activate the "Merit Attack Order" with his billions of merit points, taking his enemies down with him.

It couldn't be like now, without any disturbances.

The logic here is akin to when you squash a cockroach, it inevitably bursts; if there's no burst, then the cockroach isn't dead.

A rather crude but logical rationale, in her view.

"...

"I'm the top again?"

In Quzhou, Zhang Kui, who was hiding in a certain cave, looked at the "Heavenly Dao Sin Value Ranking List" on the Xuantian Continent and mumbled in bewilderment.

He had always been at the top of the list with 3 billion sin values, but then Chen Qiu suddenly emerged, making him second. Last night, he spent over 1 billion sin values.

And in order to avoid the possible arrival of Chen Qiu, he hid in Quzhou.

Planning to surprise Chen Qiu in a vulnerable moment.

After all, at this time, there were no Divinity Transformed beings left in Quzhou, which was also Chen Qiu's place of origin; Chen Qiu would never expect that there was a Divinity Transformed being secretly hiding in Quzhou, virtually undetectable by anyone.

Unexpectedly... Chen Qiu suddenly died again.

Even his name had vanished from the Heavenly Dao ranking list, making him the top again.

"So..."

Zhang Kui looked bewildered at the concealment array he had busily set up all night, wondering if he still needed to hide in Quzhou or if he could go home now.

A moment later.

As he dismantled the array, he muttered, "What is this nonsense, isn't this just tormenting people?"

...

Within the Buddhist Sect.

The half-step Void Refining old man wearing a kasaya looked at the Bishan Palace old ancestor sitting opposite him on the chessboard, his smile almost uncontrollably emerging.

"It seems I won't need my backup plans after all."

"Your servant hasn't made a move, and I've only used a fraction of my power, yet Chen Qiu has brought about his own demise."

"I suddenly feel very uninterested. An enemy I thought I could go all out against used just a bit of my power and it's already over."

"But..." the Bishan Palace old ancestor frowned, "Don't you think Chen Qiu's death is a bit too obscure?"

"No."

The Buddhist Ancestor shook his head nonchalantly, picking up a white piece and placing it on the chessboard: "This is called dying where he belongs. Chao Tian Sect Chao Tian Sect, with such a name, for the Heavenly Dao to see and crush him to death is quite normal."

"I don't care how he died."

"As long as he is dead, everything is over."

...

In the underworld, wasteland.

The entire Xuantian Continent already knew of Chen Qiu's death and reacted in various ways, but Chen Qiu himself knew nothing about it.

The underworld and the Mortal World are absolutely isolated; he could neither use the Spiritual Treasures of the Mortal World nor contact the outside world through any means.

And there he stood, at the edge of a milky white barrier.

Tentatively, he extended his arm out,

only to see his originally semi-transparent arm, like a Spiritual Body, suddenly begin to solidify rapidly, becoming like a normal physical body.

As he retracted his arm,

it returned to its Spiritual Body state.

Chen Qiu shook his head without thinking too much, and immediately stepped out of the milky white light barrier, then, just at the moment he stepped out, a voice echoed across the skies of the underworld.