Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times

"...Pain."

Outside Crow Ghost City, Chen Qiu was lying on the ground, with traces of blood at the corners of his mouth. His face expressed severe pain as he struggled to rise from the ground, nearly losing his balance in the process.

Like a cornered beast, he trembled and ferociously looked up at several Peak of Divinity Transformation Devil Clan Ghost Cultivators in the sky.

"Come... come on!"

He looked as fragile as a willow in the wind, even a casual strike could have easily taken his life.

He clenched his teeth as he looked at those in the sky, forcibly suppressing the joy in his heart.

At this moment, his Cultivation Progress had reached―

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Cultivation: Divinity Transformation Second Layer (10%).

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Initially, he had only been at 70% of the Early Stage of Divinity Transformation, but after killing four Devil Clan Ghost Cultivators, he had quickly advanced to the Second Layer. Wasn't this advancement speed faster than any Heavenly Dao Cultivation Pill?

It was insanely exhilarating!

The only downside was that he had to act a bit, to avoid showing that he was too strong, which could dissuade other Devil Clan Ghost Cultivators from coming to help. Then he would have nobody left to kill!

The body built from a trillion Merit Points was even stronger than he anticipated!

These Peak of Divinity Transformation Devil Clan Ghost Cultivators couldn't even make him feel pain with their full-strength hits, let alone injure him.

If he hadn't stuffed a chunk of flesh from the first Devil Clan Ghost Cultivator he killed into his mouth amid the chaos, he wouldn't have been able to fake spitting blood.

He even had to bite his tongue.

It really hurt.

He didn't want to bite.

And now the remaining four Peak of Divinity Transformation Devil Clan Ghost Cultivators surrounding him did not make their move, clearly waiting for reinforcements—this was perfect!

He didn't have to wait long!

Just a hundred breaths later, several beams of Liu Guang swiftly arrived at the battlefield.

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"Brother Li Yao, notifying your brother so late about such a big opportunity seems a bit unfair," one of the first to arrive at Crow Ghost City, a Peak of Divinity Transformation Devil Clan Ghost Cultivator, greedily looked at the staggering Chen Qiu and his voice trembled with excitement, "I'll take his arms, nobody fight me for them!"

"Let's kill him first and talk later."

One of the first four Peak of Divinity Transformation Devil Clan Ghost Cultivators, with a grim expression, shook his head. "This lad is a bit tricky; that Merit Body of his is very strong, a Peak of Divinity Transformation Devil Clan Ghost Cultivator has already fallen to him."

"But he's severely wounded now, we can definitely take him down together."

"Be careful."

"You too are in luck, we lost four lives to heavily injure him, and you come to reap the benefits. When it's time to divide the spoils, we four must get a larger share."

"Hahahahaha."

The newly arrived Devil Clan Ghost Cultivator spoke meaningfully, "We'll discuss that later, no rush, no rush. Let's kill him first and then we can divide slowly."

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One, two, three...

Staggering, his face a mask of pain and desperation, Chen Qiu quietly counted the Devil Clan Ghost Cultivators who had arrived—seven in total. He didn't care about their exact progression, they were all the same to him.

As long as they were at the Divinity Transformation level, it was fine.

Just then—

Another wave of attacks arrived, Ghost Cultivators, who were Body Cultivators that knew some spells but relied mainly on the strength of their bodies, especially those from the Devil Clan, who possessed even greater physical strength, along with the seven new arrivals to the battlefield.

A total of eleven Peak of Divinity Transformation Devil Clan Ghost Cultivators launched an assault on Chen Qiu!

"Boom!"

They struck and retreated, another mist of blood exploding, and Chen Qiu was once again blown away to the ground, creating another ten-foot-long trench.

This mist of blood also signified another Devil Clan Ghost Cultivator reduced to a bloody mist by a single punch.

And they didn't stop.

The smell of blood further incited everyone's ferocity, as they once again launched their full power towards Chen Qiu.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

After several rhythmic strikes, four more mists of blood exploded in the air.

This time, the Devil Clan Ghost Cultivators instantly regained their composure and didn't rush forward again; instead, they hung in the air, their faces grimly silent.

This scene was somewhat familiar.

"Push a little harder," one of the Peak of Divinity Transformation Devil Clan Ghost Cultivators stared down at the battered Chen Qiu and gritted his teeth, "A few more joint attacks should suffice; Chen Qiu won't last much longer."

"Call for backup."

Another with a similarly grim expression shook his head. "We had eleven just now, and now there are only six left. It's safer to call for reinforcements."

The Devil Clans looked at each other and agreed on this plan, once again crushing their Communication Tokens.

As before—

They once again hung motionless in the air, encircling Chen Qiu, neither attacking nor allowing him to escape.

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"...Hmm."

Chen Qiu, standing drenched in blood and reeling, internally deliberated whether he should feign greater severity; otherwise, those at the Early Stage of Divinity Transformation from the Devil Clan might not dare to come forward at all.

And by now his Cultivation Progress had reached, Divinity Transformation Second Layer (60%).

The next moment—

"Puh!"

Chen Qiu, originally staggering as if he would fall at any moment, suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood. The blood shone like a long rainbow under the sun, its soul-stirring light spraying into the air like a waterfall.

Seeing this, one of the Late-stage Divinity Transformation Devil Clan Ghost Cultivators' eyes lit up, and he immediately charged at Chen Qiu.

"Bang!"

A punch landed solidly on Chen Qiu's face.

Chen Qiu fiercely thrust his left hand out, piercing the throat of this Devil Clansman and lifting him high into the air. With a ferocious look, he raised his right fist and roared as he swung it with all his might, "This punch, at the cost of a hundred years of my lifespan!"