Cultivation of Immortality: This is what unorthodox methods are like.

"Gentlemen, let's see what you can do!" the round-faced Taoist nun said to the hunchbacked old man. "You should first scout out the situation and test any unusual methods."

The hunchbacked old man and the others understood their purpose the moment they saw Wang Quan.

They weren't angry; instead, they immediately showed their skills.

"Release the Sky Patrol."

Click!

Two monks opened a large box, and then tens of thousands of eyeballs rose into the air.

The hunchbacked old man said smugly, "These eyes: there are dragonfly eyes, fly eyes, mantis eyes, and eyes of cultivators who have practiced pupil techniques, you name it."

"They can see for eight hundred miles."

"You can see underwater scenes tens of thousands of meters deep."

"If I were to equip it with this magical artifact... its power would be even greater!"

As he spoke, he patted the box.

The box opened its mouth and spat out a stream of metal fragments.

Whoosh!

Click!

Numerous metal fragments are assembled and pieced together in the air; gears turn and linkages move.

A three- or four-meter-long metal eyeball hangs high in the air.

Glug!

The metal eyeballs rotate, with tens of thousands of threads extending from behind to connect to other eyes.

The hunchbacked old man banged on the box again, and a mirror flew out; the mirror grew larger in the wind, becoming more than ten meters in size, and the image seen by the metal eyeball appeared on it.

The scene unfolds as if one were witnessing it firsthand, layer by layer.

On the large ship, many people held their breath, silently awaiting the outcome.

One breath...

The hunchbacked old man smiled: "Gentlemen, our sky patrols can not only spot the enemy, but also lock onto them; then, we can strike the enemy directly from a distance using these sky patrols."

Ten breaths...

The hunchbacked old man smiled: "Everyone, get ready, the enemy is about to appear!"

Many cultivators were either opening boxes, organizing treasure pouches, or spewing magical power from gourds.

Thirty breaths...

The hunchbacked old man frowned: "The situation is not good; there's a force underwater preventing them from spying!"

"However, this is just a trivial skill; watch my little bastard..."

boom! boom! boom!

One by one, eyeballs exploded, and a piercing creaking sound came from inside the three- or four-meter-long eye-shaped magical artifact.

The hunchbacked old man's face was grim: "Offer sacrifices!"

call out!

More than twenty cultivators each lit three sticks of sandalwood incense, chanting incantations as they worshipped the ritual implements.

boom! boom! boom!

There were also cases of eyeballs exploding.

The hunchbacked old man gritted his teeth: "Stop being so stingy, light three bundles of sandalwood incense!"

"Ugh!"

Many cultivators lit three bundles of sandalwood incense to worship the eyeball artifact.

Cigarette smoke billowed into the sky, gears inside the eyeballs whirred, and after swallowing all the cigarettes in one gulp, the person became instantly invigorated, puffing out plumes of smoke that enveloped numerous fleshy eyeballs.

The hunchbacked old man further unleashed streams of magical power to enhance his power.

Click!

The gears inside the eye-shaped artifact spun wildly, and the scene continued to descend.

boom!

Hundreds of eyeballs exploded.

Then, the scene at the bottom of the river finally appeared on the bronze mirror:

At the bottom of the river, artificial mountains, arched bridges, and even pavilions and courtyards stand tall.

The river water surges and, after passing through the gaps and openings in these buildings, transforms into streams of clear water.

The spirits and cultivators who originally gathered evil energy from these waters are now lying dead everywhere, floating and sinking among the many buildings.

Wang Quan observed that there was a semi-transparent human-shaped figure hiding behind the artificial mountain, and he peered around to investigate.

They also saw an unusual creature, half-human and half-fish, dressed as a young woman in the attic, and even clinging to a corpse and acting coquettishly.

A quick glance revealed at least a hundred anomalies.

Wang Quan frowned.

Back then, the most unusual things he encountered when burying people in Xijishan were no more than a dozen people huddled together for warmth, and most of them existed in the form of lone wolves or couples.

This was the first time he had ever seen a scene like this, with hundreds of abnormalities gathered together.

"Won't these anomalies fight each other?"

Upon closer observation, he discovered that these anomalies actually indicated a distinction between high and low status.

There was even a case where one animal seemed to dislike the other for peeking around too often, so it slapped the other animal across the face.

The person being beaten was unusually obsequious, bowing and scraping, not daring to resist.

Judging from their behavior and mannerisms, they were not much different from intelligent beings.

"These are unusually interesting."

"It's somewhat similar to the evil of the second layer of the world!"

At this moment, the image in the mirror expands, and the surrounding scenery at the bottom of the river is also reflected.

The many cultivators observed carefully, whispering among themselves and discussing how to respond.

The round-faced Taoist nun leaned closer to Wang Quan: "Can you see anything?"

Wang Quan nodded: "These anomalies shouldn't have accumulated in so many places."

"Have they formed an organization?"

"Is it the same in the other places?"

The round-faced Taoist nun nodded: "It seems to be the same in other places."

Wang Quan frowned.

Originally, he intended to use the "Salvation Sutra" to cleanse the abnormality.

However, there were too many anomalies, and they clearly possessed intelligence and were able to move freely.

He worried that after a few people were cleared out, the many abnormalities would cause them to scatter and flee.

What if the other party launches a surprise attack and disrupts production?

"Am I supposed to just keep guarding this place and picking them off one by one?"

"No, I don't have that much time."

He observed the course of the riverbed and the flow of the water, pondering methods of suppressing anomalies such as rituals, feng shui, and earth veins, searching for a way to completely eliminate them.

At this moment, the hunchbacked old man coughed: "Fellow Daoist, let's see what we can do next!"

As he spoke, he patted the box: "Get up and get to work."

Whoosh!

The box extended its four limbs, and the lid opened by itself.

"Release the Fiery Banner!"

The box scrambled around, pulled out a bright red flag from its belly, and then ran to the other cultivators to hand it to them.

The hunchbacked old man said in a deep voice, "With so many unusual gatherings, there must be something more powerful directing them."

"We'll first seal off the surrounding area with the Fiery Banner, then use black dog blood, black donkey hooves, and rooster blood to target a single anomaly!"

"Prepare the water-repelling shuttle, vacuum seal..."

At the hunchbacked old man's command, the box was filled with various materials in a flurry of activity.

Many cultivators selected some items and nervously stared at the large mirror.

After several dozen breaths, the hunchbacked old man growled, "Release the Vacuum Seal."

call!call!call!

Seven or eight cultivators unleashed their magical power, which landed on the small seals.

These seals leaped and plunged into the bronze mirror, then appeared at the bottom of the river.

Click!

The seal emitted light, forming an oval-shaped dome that avoided the river water, creating a vacuum area a kilometer in size.

The strange creatures at the bottom of the river were peeking out, searching for signs of being spied on, when they suddenly felt unwell.

Huh? Where did all the water go?

Before they could figure it out, the hunchbacked old man on the large ship growled, "Raise the Flaming Banner!"

call!call!call!

A dozen or so cultivators opened their mouths and spat out crimson magical power that landed in the small flag.

The small flag soared into the air, passed through the bronze mirror, and appeared at the bottom of the vacuum-like river.

With the next breath, the flag fluttered even without wind, and in an instant, it grew to a height of over ten meters.

The flag fluttered, and streaks of flame fell.

Whoosh!

The flames burned, moved, and spun, closely surrounding the vacuum chamber, forming an airtight flame shield.

More than a dozen flames, including dark red, crimson, and golden yellow, moved rapidly, unleashing terrifying heat.

A heatwave swept through, and numerous unusual screams echoed as people rushed towards the attic and the artificial hill.

"I'm going to die!"

"Why is this place on fire?"

"I'm going to be burned to death!"

"It's so hot!"