Meanwhile, in Eastern Wasteland County, on the Ten Entrails Tree….2

As the morning sun spilled light out everywhere, Xu Qing and the others were moving up the tree. The Captain continued to rip off chunks of his intestines and throw them onto the tree, his face a mixture of determination and madness.6

Xu Qing gritted his teeth as he did the same. Although he wasn’t exactly sure why the Captain was doing this, given everything he had experienced so far along his path of cultivation, he had long since come to realize that the Captain’s actions after starting to climb the Ten Entrails Tree conformed to some sort of ritual. What was more, even after reaching their current height, they had not run into the dangers Duke Heaven Zenith had mentioned, those which involved space-time chaos, curses, and the like. It made Xu Qing think about the stories he had heard about the descendants of the Woe-Immortals.1

Ten Entrails of the True Immortal contain endless dangers, like pieces of a puzzle. You can’t just charge straight in. You have to know the right method to successfully enter.0

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