Primordial Ancient Serpent-Chapter 98 - : The Age of Great Cultivation and the Boiling Chaos

In the blink of an eye, tens of epochs had passed since Gu Chuan's first sermon.

During this time, the chaos had undergone earth-shattering changes. Many demon gods, having comprehended the cultivation methods taught in Chaos City, experienced exponential growth in power. Their progress was astonishing.

Some high-ranking demon gods completely abandoned their old, inefficient methods and embraced this highly effective cultivation system. More importantly, they finally understood the true path of cultivation.

Before this, the primary method of increasing one's strength was through hunting other demon gods. However, the chaotic energy of weaker demon gods held little value for the strong. As for those of equal rank, they were not so easily defeated. A single misstep could lead to mutual destruction, allowing other high-ranking demon gods to seize the opportunity and reap the rewards.

At this level, unless absolutely necessary, most demon gods refrained from reckless battles. This greatly slowed their cultivation progress—sometimes, countless epochs would pass with little to no advancement.

But with the introduction of these new cultivation methods, even without hunting their peers, they could still increase their cultivation base. The benefits were immeasurable, and the bloodshed in chaos had significantly decreased.

As epochs passed, the news spread like wildfire throughout chaos, reaching the ears of countless demon gods.

"Impossible! Chaos City is not a scam or a trap? That great being truly imparted the method of chaos demon god cultivation?"

Many demon gods, who had hesitated out of fear that it was a deception, were stunned upon hearing the news. Their cautious nature had led them to avoid Chaos City, fearing some elaborate scheme.

But now, realizing that the opportunity was real, their regret was unbearable.

They had missed a once-in-a-lifetime chance.

It was clear that a massive gap would soon emerge between those who had obtained the cultivation method and those who had not. This disparity could become an insurmountable divide, an irreversible chasm.

After all, in terms of cultivation efficiency, those who possessed proper techniques were progressing hundreds of times faster than those who did not. The difference in strength would only grow more profound over time.

"The news is true. It has spread across chaos. Those who went to Chaos City have gained immense benefits, acquiring the profound arts of demon cultivation. Their rate of advancement is over a hundred times faster than before."

Some chaos demon gods confirmed the rumors.

"What should we do now? Have we completely missed this great opportunity?"

"It's true that we made a grave mistake. But all is not lost. It is said that the second sermon will take place in the next century. There is still a chance to hear it."

"Then what are we waiting for? We must head to Chaos City immediately! If we miss this chance again, it will mean our doom!"

"Exactly! If those who have already gone to Chaos City continue to grow stronger, then those of us left behind will become nothing but their prey!"

Throughout chaos, countless demon gods who had initially hesitated were now filled with panic and fear.

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It was no longer a question of whether Chaos City was a trap or not.

If the demon gods who obtained these cultivation techniques ascended to unfathomable heights, those who remained ignorant would be doomed. They would never be able to compete.

Chaos was a brutal arena of survival and evolution. Those who evolved too slowly would become the nourishment of those who advanced.

Thus, they had no choice.

They had to obtain the cultivation method at any cost. Otherwise, once the gap widened beyond recovery, they would be nothing more than prey, incapable of keeping up with the Era of Great Cultivation.

Even if they did not fully grasp the concept that "the weak are meat, and the strong eat", their instincts screamed at them—power was the only path to survival.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Demon gods burst from their hiding places, surging toward Chaos City. This time, the number of demon gods heading there was more than tenfold compared to the first wave.

But it wasn't just the powerful demon gods who were shaken. The news from Chaos City also spread to the weaker ones, igniting a fervent desire in their hearts. To them, Chaos City was no longer just a place of opportunity—it had become a place of pilgrimage.

"We must reach Chaos City. It is the only way for weak demon gods like us to evolve and become stronger!"

A frail demon god roared, its excitement uncontrollable.

"But the journey is perilous. There are countless dangers along the way. If we encounter a powerful demon god, we will be slaughtered!"

Some demon gods trembled in fear.

"Even so, we have no choice. Do you think staying here will keep us safe? You can hide for a while, but not forever. Strength is the only way to survive!"

A demon god gritted its teeth in determination. It had lived in fear long enough. It was tired of being prey, of hiding in the shadows. This time, it would change its fate.

"That's right. I let fear hold me back before, but I won't make the same mistake twice!"

Another demon god steeled its resolve.

"Besides, once we reach Chaos City, no fighting is allowed. Even the strongest demon gods cannot harm weaker ones. If we manage to enter, we will have a place of safety."

For weak demon gods, Chaos City was more than just a haven for cultivation—it was a sanctuary.

A place where they could live without the constant fear of being devoured.

A paradise.

Hearing these words, even the most timid demon gods felt emboldened. Their eyes shone with newfound hope.

"Let's travel together! If we move in large numbers, we'll stand a better chance against the dangers on the way!"

A demon god suggested.

Individually, they were weak, but in the tens or hundreds of thousands, they formed a force even high-ranking demon gods had to consider.

Thus, hordes of weak demon gods emerged from the depths of chaos, forming groups and heading toward Chaos City.

It was reminiscent of the gold rush in the human world—when the promise of gold drove countless people to risk their lives, crossing dangerous lands in pursuit of a dream.

Even though they knew the journey would be treacherous...

Even though they knew death lurked at every turn...

Their hearts burned with desire, and nothing could stop them.