I am an Eldritch Entity

Eryndor waited for the disciple to unleash the killing strike upon the beast.

People were alert during the fight, but not so much when they think they've defeated their enemy.

Eryndor had already deployed his concealment cultivation art.

It could mask his sound, breath, body heat, and also make him invisible.

It was only now when the situation was appropriate for him to ambush that he realised he had bought a concealment cultivation art not too long ago.

Jeez, how did I forget about it?

He could have used it to ambush Jaxen if he remembered it back then.

There was also the fact that Jaxen's situation was not like now, where the disciple's full concentration was on the beast, and the fight was intense despite the disciple being on the winning side.

Jaxen was completely relaxed, and was simply torturing the flying beast. No matter what, it couldn't have evoked the thought of ambush into Eryndor.

Ehh, no use thinking about the past. Let me use the Breath of the Hidden Serpent.

Breath of the Hidden Serpent was the name of the concealment cultivation art Eryndor bought.

Damn, it will be my first time using it as well. How did I forget all this?

Eryndor took a deep breath, still a long distance away from the disciple who was fighting the beast.

The fight had passed the most intense stage.

Eryndor quickly used the Breath of the Hidden Serpent.

Hmm, I can still use any cultivation art on the first try.

He then took a minute or two to try it in various actions, doing a mini version of practice, and rapidly closed the distance with the disciple in the distance.

He gained a few pieces of information from the short usage of the concealment cultivation art just now.

First one was that any sound produced by him would be masked. However, if it involved external elements like stepping on leaves or banging on a drum, you would have to input extra Qi to mask that sound.

The extra Qi required was directly proportional to the extra sound produced.

Also, his invisibility could only be maintained as long as he didn't exceed a certain level of speed. If he went above that, he would no longer be invisible.

With daggers in his hands, he stayed put a couple meters behind the disciple as the battle was in its final phase.

His eyes were following every movement of the disciple and the beast.

Every stab, every parry, every dodge, every shift in hips, every slide of feet, every bite, every whip of tail, every bending of body, every block. Even while he was following every individual movement closely, he was still keeping track of the overall direction of the battle.

A few seconds later, he finally got his chance.

The move hadn't taken place yet.

However, he knew how the battle would unfold thanks to his experience and influence of the eldritch form.

The disciple felt a rush of joy as he finally plunged his sword deep into the heart of the beast.

However, his jubilation didn't last long as he felt a painful sensation near his heart.

He looked down to see a dagger sticking out of his own heart, blood dripping from the sides, staining his white robes red.

The corpse fell face forward on the corpse of the beast as Eryndor retracted the dagger.

Eryndor clenched his teeth as he gazed upon the corpse.

He hadn't done anything to me.

He hadn't shown any killing intent towards me.

He hadn't even been remotely annoying to me.

He was just doing what everyone does.

What nearly everyone even on Earth does.

Eryndor looked at the bloodied dagger in his hand.

All this for power?

However, his eyes soon turned firm.

No need to think about people I don't even know.

It was their misfortune that they are citizens of the Cultivation world.

Eryndor had read somewhere how showing mercy to your enemies was akin to putting your allies in danger.

Who could guarantee that the disciples he spared today wouldn't go on to become soldiers who invade Earth in the future and unleash slaughter?

What if the people who die under their slaughter included someone he knew?

Wouldn't that mean it was his mercy that killed the people he was close to?

His heart and ideals which had shaken a moment ago turned firmer than before.

His eyes had a resolute look in them as he began going through his usual process before looking for another disciple to hunt.

He was currently in the layer of forest where beasts at the mid to late stage of the Stable realm were found.

Naturally, the disciples who walked this deep would also possess a similar combat prowess.

He skipped two disciples one after another after he realised that they were at stage seven and eight of the Qi Condensation realm respectively.

Finally, half an hour later, he found another disciple.

This one was sitting cross legged, likely practicing cultivation.

It took Eryndor less than a minute to make quick work of this person, burying his body before moving on with the loot.

Going through a similar process, Eryndor stored the loot in his transport treasure before going for a hunt.

He would always make sure to control his badge in various ways.

He would keep it still at a place at times, at other times he would keep it on him, sometimes he would control it to move in an entirely different area at different speed if needed.

It also helped that his Telekinesis had a breakthrough.

It meant his range for Telekinesis would be on the same level as his Cognitive Scrying, which was absolutely massive.

After about three more kills, Eryndor took a break and began cultivating.

He cultivated till it became dark, and once again resumed his hunt.

There was no worry for food as he had a lot of food pills stocked.

After he killed one more disciple, a change took place.

A surprising one.