Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times

Chapter 558: Chapter 208: “In fact, I won the bet!”_3

“The highest grade.”

“Really?”

“So after I obtain this inheritance, can I easily beat someone at the peak of Divinity Transformation with a Ninth Grade Divine Domain ‘Hundred Phoenix Nest’?”

“Definitely not, but once your Cultivation reaches the late stage of Divinity Transformation, it shouldn’t be a problem to overpower him, after all, it’s just a female dragon.”

“Um… it’s a male dragon.”

“A male dragon? Why would a male dragon choose such a girly Divine Domain?”

“I think so too, maybe he was just born effeminate.” Black Dragon shrank his neck and muttered under his breath, had his father’s Divine Domain been something only a female dragon would choose?

At that time, his father had clearly told him that this was the strongest Divine Domain for those with Red Dragon Blood.

He knew it, ‘Hundred Phoenix Nest’ sounded like a domain meant for a female dragon.

But he hadn’t expected that his little ploy in the first round would actually fool the elder. Indeed, red dragons weren’t very bright and always pretended to be clever.

As Black Dragon scorned, he crawled out of the spring water and hurriedly ran towards the direction of the middle-aged man.

“Elder, wait for me.”

…

A month passed by quickly.

When night fell.

Chen Qiu, who had been meditating on the peak of Dragon Island Mountain all these days, exhaled a long breath; his Cultivation Realm was now completely stable.

Breaking through from the first layer to the ninth layer of Divinity Transformation in two days had put some pressure on his Nascent Soul.

Today was an important day.

Chen Qiu smiled as he looked at the small Nascent Soul in his hand; his Nascent Soul had finally spawned offsprings. Now he could activate three Divine Domains at the same time!

He would activate one, and the two Nascent Souls would each activate another.

With three thirteenth-grade Divine Domains activated simultaneously, with his current combat power, even if dozens of peak Divinity Transformation cultivators attacked him, they couldn’t harm him.

Unless those dozens of peak Divinity Transformation cultivators each possessed an Eleventh or Twelfth Grade Divine Domain.

Without an absolute suppression by the domain.

The fight wouldn’t be so easy, and he’d need to resort to some unconventional methods.

He still had two regular entries left to choose from; he had been busy looking for Black Dragon and stabilizing his realms in the past few days. He planned to wait a while longer, for an auspicious time to choose, hoping to soak up some good fortune.

Just then—

A streak of Liu Guang shot towards him. Seeing Ao Tian, who had become much more haggard in just a few days, forced out a somewhat bitter smile, “Little brother, I’m planning to hold a funeral for Black Dragon, will you come?”

“Of course.”

Chen Qiu stood up and looked at Ao Tian, softly saying, “Brother, take heart. In life, we always encounter hardships. We must always look forward.”

He accompanied Ao Tian searching the boundless seas for a full twenty days, but they found no trace of the Dragon Palace.

No matter how complex the inheritance challenge was, it couldn’t last so many days. This fact suggested a grim reality—Black Dragon… was truly dead.

Ao Tian stood still, silent for a long while, before forcibly squeezing out a smile and nonchalantly patting Chen Qiu’s shoulder, his eyes reddening, “It’s okay, it’s just a kid that died.”

“On the path of Cultivation, there are many crises, and with Black Dragon’s nature of being kind to everyone, even if he had survived, without me, he might have died in some unknown corner someday.”

“Mhm.”

Chen Qiu nodded lightly, and then followed Ao Tian to Dragon Island’s beach to prepare for the funeral.

He hadn’t interacted much with Black Dragon.

But indeed, Black Dragon was always kind-hearted. The first time Black Dragon met the scholar on the surface of the Evil State Sea, Black Dragon’s Cultivation was far stronger than the scholar’s.

But he merely used his dragon tail to knock the scholar away without trying to kill or even injure him. It was like a gentle nudge.

And on the ‘Nascent Soul Combat Power Ranking Secret Realm’ stage.

Black Dragon never killed his opponents after winning a match; just like Ao Tian said, Black Dragon was an innocent young dragon who was kind to everyone.

Such a person, within the deceitful Cultivation World, indeed had a hard time surviving.

…

On the beach of Dragon Island.

All the disciples of Chao Tian Sect in black robes stood on the left side, with Chen Qiu leaning on the Heavenly Mechanism Umbrella at the very front.

The few female dragons of the Dragon Clan, turned into human form, stood on the right side led by Ao Tian.

In the center.

There was a small mound.

At the head of the grave was a small stele inscribed with the name of Black Dragon.

“Black Dragon.”

Ao Tian walked out from the crowd with a distracted look, took out a handful of Xiao Yu fish jerky from his chest, threw it on the ground, and murmured with teary eyes, “I was planning to give you an official name when you grew up.”

“But I never thought that I would forever lose the chance to give you one.”

“You used to like teasing the ‘Red Fish Group’ to the west from time to time, you said they were your best friends. I turned them into fish jerky, so they can go down with you, hoping you can recognize each other on the road to the netherworld.”

“In the future, during festivals…”

Before he could finish—

“What are you doing!!!”

An angry roar erupted from the edge of the beach, as a young man strode to the front of the mound, looking at the pile of red fish jerky before the grave, suddenly his eyes reddened, and he burst into tears.

“Why did you have to kill them? They were my only friends, why?!”

“I don’t want to go back to Dragon Island ever again!”

“I hate you!”

“You…”

Ao Tian froze, staring at this unfamiliar young man. In him, with tears rolling down, crying and burying the red fish jerky into the soil, Ao Tian didn’t recognize the man, but he felt a familiar sensation emanating from him.