Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times

"However—"

The old man paused, spat out a chicken bone, then turned his head to look at Chen Qiu, his expression a mix of smile and non-smile, "Young friend, you and I indeed share a certain fate, and you truly possess some talent and opportunity on the path of a Magic Practitioner."

"This Magic Practitioner heritage, perhaps you really could make it through."

By this time, a full hour had passed since Chen Qiu had arrived at the beach.

Finally!

Chen Qiu saw an old man with white hair and beard, who looked quite immortal, striding over the sea surface toward him, with each step flashing golden light, as if he was stepping from an unreachable shore.

In the blink of an eye.

He was standing expressionlessly in front of Chen Qiu, that familiar and ethereal ancient voice once again echoed by his ear.

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"You have successfully passed the first round."

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Strangely.

Although he could see the old man's mouth moving, and the shape of his lips matched the voice by his ear, the voice was directly resonating in the depths of his brain, similar to the way the "Heavenly Dao Decree" transmitted sound.

Only the voice sounded less oppressive than that in the Heavenly Dao Decree.

Afterwards.

The old man paid him no more heed, walking to one side, sitting down crossed-legged, and began circulating his mental method. Suddenly, the nature's spiritual energy around him was sucked in like water by a whale, forming a vortex as it entered the old man's body.

"Don't rush."

Sitting nearby and enjoying his roasted chicken, the old man glanced at the dignified elder absorbing spiritual energy not far away, his lips stretching to a happy grin, "This old immortal probably hasn't felt the sensation of depleted spiritual energy in a long time."

"Crossing the Forbidden Sea with this frail body really takes a toll on him," he added.

"Let him restore some spiritual energy first."

...

This elder representing the Magic Practitioner heritage restored spiritual energy quickly, needing only a few breaths to circulate his mental method, causing the surrounding spiritual energy to rush into his body as if answering his call.

Just thirty minutes.

The elder stood up, looking fully restored.

Meanwhile, the fortune-telling old man beside Chen Qiu on the beach also stood up immediately, walking over with a playful look on his face, while the elder replied in an impatient and annoyed tone.

From the occasional smile, it was evident that these two had known each other for a long time and had a good relationship.

However, Chen Qiu couldn't hear their conversation, uncertain what they were discussing.

"Let's go."

Finally, after a conversation, the white-haired, bearded elder came over to Chen Qiu, waved his hand, and a golden light appeared under his feet, immediately taking him back across the "Forbidden Sea."

As they were leaving.

Chen Qiu heard the fortune-teller's voice behind him.

"Good luck, young friend, I have a premonition that the next time we meet, you might already be the number one Magic Practitioner in Da Xia!"

"Hahahahaha."

The old man's laughter carried a clear and robust sound, tinged with a hint of melancholy as they parted.

He also turned back to look at the old man, waved his hand, and loudly said, "Thanks for your hospitality, next time I'll treat you to roasted goose!"

"Deal, it's a promise!"

...

Another hour passed.

Chen Qiu returned to the original spot, standing on the sea surface, surrounded by no islands or creatures, only the gentle sea breeze mixed with moisture and saltiness brushing against his face.

The expression of the elder beside him looked quite unpleasant.

He was all too familiar with that look.

It was the look of someone whose internal spiritual energy was nearly depleted. Despite being the guardian of this Magic Practitioner heritage, the elder seemed incapable of absorbing the nature's spiritual energy in the Forbidden Sea, a restriction more akin to a rule of nature than something a guardian could control.

For instance, he felt that the second round could have been held on that beach.

But they had to bring him to this other place for the second round.

One could see that the elder's expression was somewhat pale but still showed no emotion, very much in the style of an immortal; his lips slightly parted, and his voice resonated in Chen Qiu's mind.

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"Second round, spell duel."

"A competent Magic Practitioner, even if faced with ten thousand enemies, should remain poised and composed."

"In thirty minutes, ten thousand spiritual-energy limitless Magic Practitioner Puppets will simultaneously launch an attack at you, employing only the most basic and simplified version of the Thunder Summoning Technique, which will not harm you."

"Using 'movement technique' is strictly forbidden in this round."

"Passing condition: within five hours, if you're hit less than ten thousand times, you pass."

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"Dodging attacks?"

Shock flashed through Chen Qiu's eyes, ten thousand spiritual-energy limitless Magic Practitioner Puppets simultaneously attacking him was daunting; never mind being hit less than ten thousand times in five hours, just one round would number in the thousands.

Anyone weaker in movement technique would be eliminated in the blink of an eye.

He scanned his surroundings, already no longer seeing that immortal-like elder, wondering where he might have gone—probably to find a place to restore his spiritual energy.

There was still half an hour before the ten thousand Magic Practitioner Puppets would appear.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

He squinted his eyes, contemplating his strategy. His only movement technique was expressly forbidden, which seemed not as an inherent restriction of this round, but as if the elder had explicitly banned it for him.

If he could have used this movement technique,

he might have had a fair chance to pass relying on its randomness.

But without this movement technique, unable to restore spiritual energy here, and his storage ring lacking other movement techniques from the Heavenly Dao Secret Realm, he could exit and reenter later.

But he was worried that if he came back another time, the elder might ban his movement technique right from the first round.