Be the Hardest Working Demon Cultivator!

Chapter 143 111, Heaven and Earth are not kind, they regard all creatures as straw dogs! I am the same! _2

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Even the chaotic rules of this place could not obscure the vivid redness of this pool of fresh blood!

As the strange blood continued to spread, there was finally some movement in the darkness. Chaotic powers intermingled, and ghost creatures that materialized from the rules watched from afar as domain after domain of malicious chaos descended upon the area.

Then, these exposed rule-manifested ghost creatures were suddenly enveloped by the blood that appeared out of the void, immediately disappearing without a trace.

Tan Shuchang, content with his harvest, did not continue to delve deeper; he immediately retreated to the ghost city.

Because the secret scroll had mentioned that within that darkness, there might be powers akin to the Ghost Heavenly Way, both the Earth Extinguishing King and Seeing Darkness King believed that Yin Gods related to the Ghost Heavenly Way, such as the Living Dead Yin God, had ventured too deep into that darkness while exploring it after their transformation, and thus encountered the power of the Ghost Heavenly Way, eventually being corrupted by its force.

So, even though he knew the nascent authority concentrated in his King's robe could resist the power of the Ghost Heavenly Way, Tan Shuchang decided not to venture further until he had understood the outer layer of darkness.

In this manner, Tan Shuchang began his routine of moving between the outer layers of darkness and the ghost city of Lang Shou, primarily luring those rule-manifested ghost creatures to reveal themselves and retreating to the ghost city immediately after a successful strike.

This method, much like casting a net to catch fish, inevitably yielded varying results in terms of captured spirits, sometimes many, sometimes few.

Sometimes dozens, other times just a handful.

After accumulating for a while and feeling that he had enough spirits to lift his Lotus Platform several times, Tan Shuchang left the eerie game and returned to the Jiawu Realm.

Upon his return to the Jiawu Realm, something unexpected happened to Tan Shuchang: he made a breakthrough!

Three hundred and ninety-nine years of cultivation had paid off, and with one more step, Tan Shuchang's cultivation level broke through to four hundred years!

Unfortunately, this breakthrough to four hundred years didn't bring about the kind of extensive celestial phenomena that his breakthrough to two hundred years had.

Tan Shuchang simply found himself suddenly capable of summoning clouds and controlling the rain.

"Clouds, come!"

"Fog, come!"

With a soft call, clouds circulated around Tan Shuchang, and as the mist formed, his figure became ethereal. Then, after about seven or eight breaths' time, he arrived at the far northern lands of the Jiawu Realm.

Vast Cold State!

Seeing the endless snowstorm before him, Tan Shuchang realized where the true capability of his cloud riding lay.

He could summon the clouds to take him anywhere he had been before.

Although this cloud riding was not an instantaneous movement and took some time, Tan Shuchang was still somewhat amazed by the wonder of this divine skill.

Immediately, he tried summoning wind and rain and discovered that it was indeed a divine skill for attack and defense.

"Heaven-Given Divine Ability?"

Out of the blue, Tan Shuchang thought of this term, a unique ability of the Mountain-Sea Beast, never expecting that cultivators could also possess it after accumulating four hundred years of cultivation.

Feeling pleased, he couldn't help but take out his magic artifact for recording events.

At this moment, text began to materialize continuously on this artifact.

This made the young girl very delighted.

She had been eagerly waiting for an update to this diary for quite some time now!

She hastily focused to read, only to see that the text conveyed the following message:

Tan Shuchang has cultivated for four years, eleven months, and twenty-three days.

The saying "Time passes like a river, never stopping day or night" was once mentioned to me.

As time swiftly passes by...

I have heard people say... at this time, my cultivation has been stagnant for two hundred and nineteen years.

After reflection, I think I have probably encountered a bottleneck.

Indeed, with such poor talent, facing a cultivation bottleneck is inevitable.

The diary entry written by someone wasn't lengthy, just over a hundred words, so Dongdong was able to read it quickly. However, after reading, Dongdong's little face went blank, her clear doe eyes suddenly losing their luster as if struck by some blow.

Because her gaze was fixedly on the number "two hundred and nineteen years."

This number was undoubtedly easy to recognize.

And because it was so recognizable, the blow it dealt to cultivators was unimaginably severe.

"Two hundred and nineteen years?"

A cry of astonishment suddenly erupted. It was a young master swordsman coming to look for Dongdong, who happened to see this number. The "backdoor" of the note-taking spirit-communicating Magic Artifact that he had given to Dongdong also had its own "backdoor."

It was mainly to prevent her from keeping it to herself, not letting him see it.

After all, Sword Young Master knew all too well how untrustworthy his niece could be, having watched her grow up.

But now, after realizing what was written in the diary, Sword Young Master suddenly wished he had never seen it!

Two hundred and nineteen years of cultivation!

This number was like a bolt from the blue for him.

Others struggle desperately just to get through a hundred years of cultivation, and here it's been over two hundred years, and to top it all off, it's said that "poor talent is just like that!"

"Should we still pass this on?" Sword Young Master asked with some envy.

"Pass it on!"

Dongdong said with a wooden face and an especially firm tone.

She wanted all the cultivators in the world to join her in feeling even worse than someone with "poor talent!"