Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times

Just at that moment—

A fierce and arrogant laughter suddenly erupted!

"Hahahahaha!!!"

"Chen Qiu, oh Chen Qiu, even you have fallen to this day, King of Xuantian, it's utterly laughable."

A black streak shot from the horizon towards the sky above the pit, the late-stage Void Refining Cultivation unashamedly leaking out, and soon, a man in a black cloak with a mask that could block Divine Sense hovered in mid-air, looking down at the Chao Tian Sect disciples below and sneered.

"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind!"

"I and your Chao Tian Sect have never had any grievances, but I too, fancy sitting on the Xuantian Throne. Now, what power do you have to resist me?"

"Damn it!"

Fat Long, standing at the bottom of the pit, suddenly changed his face with a flash of panic in his eyes, not expecting someone to attack at this time. With Protective Spirit Qi fully activated, he immediately drew his long knife and was about to charge up!

"I'll cover the rear, you escort Brother Qiu back to the Heavenly Palace!"

He only had the sixth layer of Divinity Transformation Cultivation, while the mysterious comer in the sky was of Void Refining Cultivation. He knew he was no match, but being no match also meant resisting. His cultivation was now the highest in the Chao Tian Sect; if he didn't stand up, no one else could.

"That's not necessary."

Xing Dou, kneeling on the ground, immediately took out a dagger from his bosom, preparing to stab it towards Chen Qiu's neck: "We just need to force the Sect Master awake."

"Wait—"

Out of nowhere, Ao Tian blocked the dagger in Xing Dou's hand and held back a sigh of resignation, "No need to force him awake now, Brother Qiu is already severely injured, and waking him up now will only worsen his injuries."

"And you, my son-in-law, you should also stop charging forward."

"Have you forgotten your 'parental unbeatable' entry? Every injury you take is transferred to those dragon cubs, and it's not easy for the Dragon Clan to have this many cubs; be careful, old man, one sever hurt and those cubs will have to follow you in burial."

"Let me handle this."

Ao Tian, looking indifferent, patted the non-existent dust on his shoulder, and softly said: "In the whole Chao Tian Sect, only I have Void Refining Cultivation, though only the first layer, but still Void Refining."

"Only I have the power to fight."

"I'm quite clear about my own limitations, it's hard for me to keep up with Brother Qiu in this life, better to rest here."

"Don't try to persuade me."

"I've been waiting for this opportunity, it's time for my unworthy son to see whether his father is a coward who fears death."

"After the breakthrough to Void Refining, the Dragon Clan has a secret technique that can kill enemies several levels higher!"

"Just leave my unworthy son to you after this, let him call you his foster father, and take him with you to the Third Grade Continent if possible, he'll still be of help."

He actually wanted to go to the Third Grade Continent with Chen Qiu too, but he was somewhat unable to lose face, as both the disciples of Chao Tian Sect and people like Fat Long naturally assumed they would go wherever Chen Qiu went without any psychological burden.

But he was, after all, older, and felt somewhat embarrassed about relying on others at his age, yet if his own life could save Chen Qiu's, that merit would surely ensure Chen Qiu would look after his unworthy son.

Although the Dragon Clan now had many dragon cubs, his favorite was still the Black Dragon.

It had nothing to do with talent or bloodline, but purely because the Black Dragon's personality resembled his own when he was young, and having spent many years together, typically, the Dragon Clan spent most of their time in sleep, so there rarely was much time to interact and cultivate affection, but he and the Black Dragon had hardly ever slept for the sake of passing on the heritage of the Dragon Clan, hence their affection for each other had naturally grown stronger over the years.

The heart is grown from flesh.

So is the heart of a dragon.

"Dad!"

The Black Dragon, who appeared from nowhere, rushed out with eyes brimming with tears, his voice trembling with a sob: "Dad, let me fight with you. If you were to leave, I wouldn't know what to do, totally clueless."

"Stop causing trouble."

Ao Tian, with a face full of indulgence, hugged the rushing Black Dragon and petted his head gently, "In the days I'm gone, listen more to Fat Long and them, listen to Brother Qiu, they are your family."

"You must strive to survive."

"Your father will be watching you from the heavens, as long as you live well enough, I'll be satisfied."

"I owe Brother Qiu a great favor, I can only repay it with my life."

"..."

Meanwhile, Fat Long, who was watching this scene with a touched expression, suddenly saw the scholar beside him glance at him and point upwards. He didn't react at first but followed the direction of the scholar's finger and saw the cloaked man silently watching them from above.

Wait—

He suddenly realized, weren't they attacked?!

They had been conversing for nearly twenty breaths, and that clamoring man had just quietly waited there for their twenty breaths. With such a grand and empty opportunity, why didn't he strike?

Just at that moment!

The man hovering in the air, cloaked and masked, sneered sarcastically: "I was worried before coming here that Chen Qiu might not have completely lost consciousness, but seeing you all like this, I can now be sure, it seems Chen Qiu has truly lost consciousness."

"Since that's the case!"

"Then, please die!"