Traveling through time to cultivate immortality: a life and death test

A towering tower stands above the sea opposite the Transmission Hall, making the Chaos Academy buildings look as small as an ant.

"The Chaos Tower has appeared again!" The nearby monks cheered.

There were nearly a hundred cultivators entering the Chaos Tower this time. None of them had been to the trial field before. They had heard from their fellow cultivators how magical the Chaos Tower was, and they couldn't wait to experience it for themselves.

"Chen Gong, it's time to help you train!" Liu Xing said to Chen Gong.

"Alright!" Chen Gong rubbed his hands, eager to try. Glancing to the side, he saw Nangong Yan and King Kong looking at him with playful expressions. His heart skipped a beat, thinking this training might not be good.

Liu Xing ignored all this and flew towards the ninth floor of the Chaos Tower. Chen Gong wanted to ask something, but finally held back his words and hurriedly followed Liu Xing to the ninth floor.

"Brother Gang, Chen Gong has been in the late Nascent Soul stage for a long time. After he came out of the training this time, his magic power and spiritual awareness have skyrocketed. I guess neither of us can be his match." Nangong Yan said expectantly.

"Hey, Senior Sister Nangong, just call me King Kong. You are our big sister, and I dare not call myself brother. So what if Chen Gong is more powerful than me? There still has to be a first come first served rule, and you have to call me Brother Gang!" King Kong first tried to please Nangong Yan with a playful smile, and then seriously scolded Chen Gong.

"Hehe, since we say first come first served, didn't you plant the seal earlier than me?" Nangong Yan said with a smile.

"How dare I? Senior Sister Nangong met the Marshal more than a hundred years before me." King Kong refused and did not dare to show his superiority.

Nangong Yan didn't insist on arguing too much, so the two of them went to find a place to practice in seclusion.

"Ah!" On the ninth floor of the Chaos Tower, Chen Gong was writhing on the ground, clutching his head in the agony of his soul being torn apart. He instantly understood why King Kong and the other two had such strange expressions.

"These two bad guys didn't even warn me in advance." Chen Gong cursed in his heart.

During the Chaos Sea War, Central Continent was in turmoil. The Thousand Machines Sect had declined, having lost a significant amount of territory and assets. They could only defend their headquarters, relying on the remaining power of the Divine Transformation to intimidate the other major sects.

"Puff!" Cao Changyun of Bu Suan Peak spat out a mouthful of blood. He had just used a heaven-defying secret method to forcibly calculate the fate of Qianji Sect, which caused the method to backfire and cost him a lot of life.

"Master, are you okay?" The person guarding beside him was Lu Hua, the first core disciple of the former Bushan Peak. He had also advanced to the early stage of Nascent Soul. He hurried forward to support the master and asked with concern.

"I'm fine, cough cough." Cao Changyun shook his head, indicating that he was fine, and sat down again with the help of Lu Hua.

"I saw the battlefield filled with smoke, and Zhongzhou is about to be in chaos. But the future and fate of my Qianji Sect is still unclear. Where should we go?" Cao Changyun murmured to himself.

Although this old man is much younger than Su Xingchen, he has been making compromises and working hard for the survival of the sect for nearly a hundred years. In addition, he has used secret techniques to spy on the secrets of heaven many times, which has caused him to age faster.

Ever since Lv Hua broke through to the late Jindan stage, he had been meticulously mentored by Cao Changyun, trained as his successor. With the support of a great cultivator and his inherent talent, he had finally achieved a breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage. Now, watching his master decline day by day, he felt a surge of worry, and the thought of the sect's current beleaguered state only added to his anxiety.

"Master, you are now the mainstay of my Qianji Sect. You must not be in any danger. You must take care of yourself and stop using secret methods at will." Lu Hua advised with tears in his eyes.

"Fortunately, Liu Xing is still safe, and the comet is bright, which means he is at the peak of his career and should have broken through to the Nascent Soul stage."

"Senior Sister Nangong will definitely be able to find Liu Xing this time, Master, don't worry."

"Well, they are the hope of our sect. The day they return will be the day when our sect rises. Pass the order down, you can continue to give up peripheral industries, recall the wandering disciples, seal the mountain gate from today, we must continue to recuperate and wait for tomorrow." Cao Changyun finally chose the strategy of closing the country to the outside world and became a turtle.

"Yes." Lu Hua naturally did not dare to disobey his master's order and carried out the order honestly.

"Junior Brother Liu, I look forward to your early return so that you can lead us to wipe out these wild dogs around us!" Lu Hua shouted in his heart.

Many shared Lu Hua's thoughts. Of the old comrades who had accompanied Liu Xing in his conquest of the Southern Demonic Path, only a small number remained. They had all reached the Core Formation Stage and formed the core strength of the Qianji Sect. Lü Hua and Dao Lang were lucky enough to break through to the Nascent Soul Stage, leading the group.

"Brother Lu, we don't know when Liu Xing will return. Now we have closed the mountain and are not concerned with worldly affairs. Although this can protect ourselves and allow us to recuperate, we also lack experience. How can we have the strength to participate in the world war then?" Dao Lang found Lu Hua to drink alone. He changed his sword to enter the Tao, and needed to fight continuously to break through the bottleneck at the moment of life and death.

"Alas, I am worried too. If Junior Brother Liu were here, he would definitely find a way to lead us out of this predicament." Lu Hua helplessly picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

"How about we do some military training?" Daolang suggested eagerly.

"Training?" Lu Hua put down his wine glass and asked in surprise.

"That's right. Liu Xing led our Wolf Warriors team back then and trained an elite force in just three months, leading us to defeat the Hehuan Sect's special forces. That set of training methods and glorious achievements still make my blood boil! Now that we have internal and external troubles, why don't we take advantage of the closed mountain period to train disciples in the sect and train an elite force. When Liu Xing returns, he can lead us to conquer all directions!" Daolang said excitedly.

"Good idea! Although we have closed the mountain, we cannot just sit there and wait for death. We should constantly strive for self-improvement, train hard, and be ready at all times for our junior brother to return!" Lu Hua thought about it for a moment and quickly agreed.

Lü Hua hurried to see his master and request permission to train his soldiers. Seeing the spirit of the sect's young elders, Cao Changyun readily agreed. Thus, the secluded Qianji Sect secretly began training its novice soldiers, using the very same method Liu Xing had inherited.

Seeing the Thousand Machine Sect's cowardice, voluntarily giving up its territory and resources, the surrounding sects quickly took action, vying for it. The Hehuan Sect was particularly active, reaping the lion's share of the benefits. Assaulting the Thousand Machine Sect's mountain gate was naturally impossible. Not to mention the massive formation protecting it, the Thousand Machine Sect's formidable foundation was not something they could easily challenge.

With the ascension of a Divine Master in Central Continent, and no one left to suppress its aura, the ten major sects were all on the verge of action. What had previously been minor skirmishes among subordinate forces had now escalated into an all-out war. Many cultivators, long stuck in bottlenecks, began to frequently move out, engaging in violent clashes to seize resources. Those nearing the end of their lives were especially unwilling to accept this fate and would fight to the bitter end, both for future generations and for themselves, to exert their remaining energy. Chaos ensued in Central Continent.