Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times-Chapter 710 - 242: Seven-colored Entry: "Heavenly Dao Top Grade"!

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Pingxi State, within a courtyard.

The old ancestor of Taiping Prefecture gazed at the panel enveloped by clouds and mist floating above his Dantian and remained silent for a long time before looking towards the direction of the "Heavenly Palace" somewhat bewilderedly.

There lay the "Pingxi Throne" that had been cast down not long ago.

The first time he was favored by a fairy, he was bewildered, inexplicably deprived of his body, and then she left him a Red Entry, which vanished after the fairy’s death.

Without that Red Entry.

His combat power had plummeted drastically. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

During this period, he had fantasized countless times about another fairy descending from the sky, taking his body again, and leaving him the Red Entry once more, though this process seemed a bit like a client leaving payment, the payment was generously enough.

Yet...

He was also aware that it was impossible; such an opportunity occurring once was already his ancestors’ good karma, happening a second time was out of the question.

But who could have expected—

Just as he had given up the Pingxi Throne and had begun to be merely an onlooker, another fairy descended and once again brought him the entry "Fairy’s First Night."

After a long time.

The old man with white hair and a pale face finally gazed towards the direction of the Heavenly Palace, dazed; "Fairy’s First Night" the entry had returned, meaning that within a year, once all his entries entered the randomizable stage, his combat power would return to its peak!

After all, his random combat power entries occurred once a year, and it had already been randomized. Even if his Qi Fortune suddenly increased, it couldn’t change the results of the entry that had already been randomized recently.

This also meant.

That Pingxi Throne, he was not incapable of considering it.

And that "Unique King," he wasn’t without the qualifications to contest.

With all random combat power entries being positive and maxed out, he felt ready to clash with everyone; the desire he thought had been extinguished suddenly reignited, but... after a long while.

"Sigh."

The old ancestor of Taiping Prefecture sighed deeply before lying back down on the rocking chair, swaying the hand fan in his hand and murmured, "Let it be, let it be, why insist on fighting for that Unique King, isn’t it quite good as it is now."

It was foreseeable.

Within a year at most, he would become one of the strongest beings across the Vast Continent. He admitted that if he fought for the Unique King his odds of success were high, but equally, the chances of failure were not small.

Having experienced many highs and lows in his life, not to say he’d seen through life after these ups and downs but rather suddenly felt, there was no need to insist on being the first as the road to the top was far too deadly, being in the upper middle pack was quite enough.

Moreover.

He was quite curious to know what his ancestors had done to merit two beautiful fairies coming to repay him with their bodies, although it was nice, it felt somewhat strange.

If his ancestor had not died, those fairies should be offering their bodies to his ancestor.

This was truly an inheritance of his ancestor’s opportunities, though unclear about what kind of person his ancestor was, the legacy left behind was indeed very beneficial to him.

And he could vaguely guess, the "Unique King" would likely end up in the hands of Chen Qiu, the Taoist Sect Master from Chao Tian Sect.

Based purely on paper strength, the last message he received about Chen Qiu was that this person was still at Peak of Divinity Transformation Cultivation, then the Chains of Pingxi landed, and he was cut off from news channels with Xuantian State, unclear of Chen Qiu’s current strength.

But with such cultivation, to live well in Xuantian State, and even creating a Twelve Grade Heavenly Dao Top Grade "Outer Body," along with the fact that Chao Tian Sect’s activities were traceable even on the lower Pingxi Continent.

That formerly proud Taoist Sect Master was working for Chao Tian Sect, respectfully following behind a mere Chao Tian Sect menial Disciple, which explained a lot.

Yes, a menial Disciple.

He had asked his family’s younger generations to discreetly inquire, and that leading man was merely a menial Disciple of the Chao Tian Sect, not even an outer sect Disciple.

Given all this information.

Although he didn’t have a clear understanding of Chen Qiu’s current power, such a person definitely should not be underestimated.

"Indeed, a great era of contention."

This man, lying on the rocking chair appearing nothing like a superior being, heaved a sigh and expressed his thoughts; he could plainly sense that the recent years had been much livelier than the past hundred, or even thousand years.

Clearly, an era of great change was approaching.

In commonspeak, it meant opportunities appeared more frequently, Heavenly Prides emerged thick as crossing carps, and changes in the Heavenly Dao Decrees had also increased substantially, all signs leading to an era of great contention.

As the saying goes among the elderly, in an era of great contention, if you do not advance, you retreat.

When an era of great contention arrives, countless opportunities will arise between heaven and earth. At this time, most people’s progress will be faster than usual. If your progress does not exceed others’, even if you are somewhat faster than before, you are still falling behind.

At this time, there are two choices.

The first one, to advance forcefully, leading the charge, seizing all opportunities, becoming a victor of the era of great contention!

The second one, to retreat swiftly, hiding away in seclusion, for an era of great contention is also an era of chaos, waiting for everything to calm down before resurfacing.

When waves come.

There are only two types of people, one who rides the waves to ascend, and another who dives below to avoid waves, aside from these, those directly hit by the waves often do not fare well.