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

Many cultivators stared at the strangely dressed man with shocked and curious expressions and gleaming eyes.

The look in his eyes was as if he wanted to devour the other person whole.

"Evil is gone!"

"Has someone appeared?"

"Wow, it can even talk!"

The strangely dressed man smiled broadly as he saw the shocked and incredulous expressions on the faces of the many cultivators.

Because he saw envy and curiosity in the eyes of these people.

He had enjoyed this feeling of being watched a long, long time ago.

But after a minor accident, he never experienced that feeling again.

It feels so good to relive that feeling now.

But... his smile quickly froze.

"He even said there's such a thing as reincarnation!"

"Is it going to the underworld for reincarnation?"

"Can memories be retained after reincarnation?"

How do you know you will be reincarnated?

"Was it some kind of premonition? Or did someone tell you?"

A group of cultivators chattered incessantly, asking a barrage of questions.

The strangely dressed man's expression froze: "At this moment, shouldn't you be taking the time to ask me how I became evil and how I retained a little bit of wisdom and memory?"

When you encounter something like what happened to me in the future, you can follow the knowledge I taught you, emulate me, and survive!

But why are you asking about reincarnation?

Reincarnation is not important!

Why can't you guys grasp the point?

He looked at the many cultivators and was extremely disappointed.

Finally, he looked at the royal power.

Wang Quan calmly looked at the strangely dressed man. He had experienced something like this before, so he remained quite composed.

The man was delighted: "Brother, thank you so much for your help!"

"Without you, even if I broke free from the shackles of evil, I would never have been able to enter the cycle of reincarnation!"

Thank you!

Wang Quan laughed: "No need to thank me. I'm cleaning you all up simply to reflect the cafeteria from the real world!"

The man in the strange attire paused, a look of bewilderment flashing in his eyes, as if he did not understand the meaning of the king's power.

He then smiled and said, "Brother, is there anything you'd like to know? If so, feel free to ask; while I'm still alive, I'll answer to the best of my knowledge!"

Many cultivators urged Wang Quan, "Brother Sahua, ask him about reincarnation!"

Wang Quan laughed: "Tell me about this second layer of the world!"

"Tell me, how did you go from being human to becoming evil?"

A hint of sadness appeared in the eyes of the strangely dressed man: "It was a beautiful, sunny day. I was studying the method of ascending to immortality with several Daoist partners and their partners."

"And then, that day—the sky fell!"

"Red flows, engulfing everything!"

"I fled with all my might; I saw so many people and creatures turn evil."

"Even the medicinal herbs and spiritual roots in the mountains have become evil."

"Then, I lost consciousness!"

"When I woke up again, I was in the cafeteria, and I had become a manager."

"I looked through my memories after I became evil: the evil I became went through layers of selection, ate one evil after another, and finally got the position of canteen manager after passing many tests."

"By the way, the evil in this world has its own intelligence."

Wang Quan nodded: "I know!"

If they lacked intelligence, they wouldn't curse him as a monster, much less kneel down and beg for mercy.

"So, how much do you know about this world?"

The man shook his head: "I don't know."

"We can't leave the high walls outside; we can only move around inside them!"

"When I searched through the memories of evil itself, there was no information about this world."

"And I have no recollection of any record of this place."

Everyone was stunned.

It's common knowledge that cultivators refine their Yin Spirit and then enter the second layer of the world!

How come he didn't know?

Wang Quan's heart skipped a beat: "Then, do you know about drowning channels?"

"What year and month did you die? Is the general in your grave with you?"

The man's expression was strange: "Drowning channel?"

"Never heard of this drowning channel. Maybe it was a minor power when I was alive!"

"And the year I died was the 12,000th year of the 100th year of the Zuzhou calendar; the general you converted was also a cultivator from the 12,000th year of the 100th year of the Zuzhou calendar."

"Within these walls, all those who can still retain their wisdom are cultivators from that era."

"As for those without wisdom... I don't know."

Wang Quan was bewildered.

The other cultivators also looked bewildered.

One of the monks muttered in disbelief, "Our Drowning Path, though considered a heretical sect, is still quite famous in New South Wales!"

"How come you didn't know?"

Wang Quan spoke up: "Friend, what is Zuzhou? Where is it? Our Drowning Channel only records Xinzhou and Jiuzhou, we've never heard of Zuzhou."

"We don't have the Zuzhou calendar here either."

The man was bewildered; he searched his memories, seeking answers.

Finally, he shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I was born in Zuzhou and have never heard of Xinzhou or Jiuzhou."

"However, before the sky fell, my master and the others said that some top sects were going to explore new continents."

"Perhaps what we called the New World back then was what you referred to as the New State or the Old State?"

Everyone fell silent.

Wang Quan continued, "What does 'the sky collapsed' mean?"

A flicker of fear crossed the man's eyes: "The sky suddenly cracked open, collapsing like a shattered mirror."

"Then endless red flowed down."

"At that time, everything I saw was scarlet!"

At this moment, specks of blue light emanated from the man's body, and he sighed, "Brother, I am about to be reincarnated!"

"After I die, my remaining memories should be compiled into a book; when you take a look, it may be of some help to you."

"By the way, what calendar do you use now?"

Wang Quan was stunned; he hadn't really paid attention to this kind of information before.

The female cultivator, transformed into a fierce tiger, spoke: "Eleven thousand years into the 99th year of the Old State calendar!"

The man suddenly looked at him strangely: "If I'm not mistaken, you also have a calendar cycle of twelve thousand years?"

The nun nodded.

The man laughed: "In another thousand years, it will be the 100th year of the Jiuzhou calendar."

"Do you think the sky will collapse when the 12,000th year of the 100th year of the Old State calendar?"

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed drastically.

Wang Quan smiled and said, "Everyone, he's just teasing you!"

"He's a cultivator from Zuzhou, what does that have to do with us cultivators from Xinzhou?"

"Moreover, this is a new state; our ancestors back then missed the old state and simply continued the old state's calendar."

"Moreover, his ancestral homeland might not even be in the same world as ours."

"Perhaps he's from another world!"

"And—everyone—do you think we can live to be thirteen thousand years old?"

Stop thinking about useless things!

"Instead of wasting time daydreaming, we should be figuring out how to gather more sunlight and clear out more buildings!"

The man laughed loudly, "That's right, I was just teasing you!"

"We are not beings from the same world, so how can our experiences be the same?"

"Alright everyone, I'm going to reincarnate!"

"Once I regain my memories after reincarnation, I will definitely repay everyone!"

The female nun, a fierce tiger, joked, "How will you repay us?"

The man sighed, "If I were to be reincarnated as a male, I would have toiled my entire life for countless female cultivators!"

"If I were female, I would certainly give my body to you all!"

"Is it alright?"

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