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

Nestled among the mountains, beneath one of the larger peaks lies a massive karst cave.

The cave was transformed by the monks into a huge underground palace.

Inside the underground palace, many unusual creatures were kept.

A large number of new practitioners and orthodox monks moved among them, observing and testing many anomalies.

Deep within the underground palace, a gigantic vertical eye hangs silently in the air; tentacles grow around the eye, twisted and eerie.

At that moment, a spear appeared out of nowhere and pierced his eye.

Black blood flowed from its eyes, and some of the black blood transformed into tiny eyeballs that shot into the air in the direction the spear had come from.

However, not long after, another barrage of spears came.

The spear pierced its eyeball, causing it to writhe in pain, but the eyeball dared not let out a miserable scream, for fear of alerting the cultivators.

The tentacled eyeballs conceal all the wails in the blood, transmitting them to the other end to vent the pain.

At the same time, it tries to cut off the medium and stop being attacked.

However, as soon as it used its methods, it felt that many of them were frozen by spells such as the "Immobilization Spell".

Glug!

His eyes darted around, slightly bewildered.

Then, the third, fourth, and fifth spears struck in succession.

Each blow, though not fatal, was still very painful.

This is a pain that cuts to the core.

Finally, it couldn't help but let out a mournful howl.

A mournful cry echoed throughout the entire underground palace.

Inside the underground palace, numerous anomalies became increasingly agitated amidst the wailing sounds.

Many cultivators frantically suppressed the anomaly, and some high-ranking members rushed to the deepest part of the underground palace to investigate.

"Don't come in!"

His eyes emitted a sermon.

Many cultivators were stunned for a moment, but then they still forced open the bottom door and saw the eyeball.

The moment these cultivators saw it, the prototypes of magical treasures appeared on their bodies.

This thing is not as powerful as a real magic weapon, but it is dozens or even hundreds of times more powerful than a magic artifact.

The rogue unleashed the power of numerous magical artifacts, preventing the eyeballs from invading.

"What happened?"

His eyes remained silent.

A cultivator growled, "I'm asking you, what's going on?"

Its eyes rolled around, and just as it was about to say something, a spear appeared out of thin air and stabbed at it.

Awoo!

The pain in his eyes made him scream in agony.

The cultivators sneered, "Impressive skill."

"How dare they scheme against our precious child!"

"Everyone, when the next attack comes, lock onto the opponent's location directly."

The cultivators nodded: "No problem!"

"As long as the opponent isn't a legitimate Foundation Establishment cultivator, they're easy to handle!"

They were full of confidence.

Their confidence stemmed from the numerous magical artifacts they possessed.

In their understanding, only orthodox Foundation Establishment cultivators could resist these unfinished magical artifacts.

The eyes beside her seemed to be about to shed tears.

It hurts!

However, instead of helping, these human cultivators wanted it to take another hit.

Do you still have any compassion?

Ugh!

The eyeball once again resorted to its methods, attempting to sever its connection with the clone's mark.

As a result, the methods were once again frozen.

At this moment, another spear appeared, viciously stabbing into the twisted vertical eye.

The vertical-eyed creature wailed.

Meanwhile, the prepared cultivators unleashed their spells, tracing back to the other end.

On the altar, the clear water in the basin churned violently.

Wang Quan sneered, "You still want to trace my past?"

"Until last month, you could easily trace me!"

"Now, it's too late!"

He sneered, chanted some Taoist incantations, and casually waved his hand towards the sky.

The fragrant clouds rolled and swirled, drawing down a great deal of moonlight.

At the same time, eight moon phases flew out of the [Plain Moon Paper-cut Box], attracting moonlight and reflecting in the water basin, firmly fixing the ripples.

At the same time, in the underground palace of the mountains, the cultivators saw eight illusory images of the moon appear.

These eight moon-shaped shadows, surrounded by swirling smoke, seemed both real and illusory.

"Good heavens, he's sealing off all traces, preventing us from tracking him?" A cultivator rolled up his sleeves, his face flushed. "Does he really think I'm easy to bully?"

"Get out of the way, everyone! Watch what this Taoist master has to offer!"

Many cultivators laughed and said, "This place is big enough, feel free to use your skills."

As they were speaking, another spear fell and pierced the eye.

With vertical eyes and a mournful howl, it sprouted a mouth and uttered the words: "Stop him!"

"It hurts!"

A kind-hearted female nun quickly comforted her, "Don't cry, you'll get used to the pain soon!"

Shuyan immediately pulled his mouth back, afraid that if he was a step too slow, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood.

At this moment, the cultivator with his sleeves rolled up sneered and took out a prototype of a magic weapon with partial traceability function—a bronze mirror.

He unleashed three hundred and sixty streams of magical power at the bronze mirror in one breath, then raised it high: "Open for me!"

boom!

The mirror emitted a beam of light, illuminating the eight phases of the moon.

boom!

The smoke around the eight phases of the moon exploded, and cracks appeared on them.

The monk smiled at the crowd: "Look, they're nothing special after all!"

As he spoke, he turned to the man with the piercing eye beside him and said, "Don't worry, they're just trying to scare you. Do you think I'd just stand by and watch you get bullied by outsiders?"

As they spoke, a spear transformed from a scripture of salvation ignored the mirror and pierced through the vertical eye.

With vertical eyes and a mournful howl, teeth bared, and jaw clenched, it cried out, "I...believe you!"

"But...it really hurts!"

The monk laughed loudly: "Open it for me!"

He once again unleashed magically enhanced artifact blanks, tracing back to the position of royal power in an attempt to retaliate.

On the mountain:

The eight-month-old phallus was on the verge of collapse, causing concern among the round-faced Daoist nun and others, while the Si family cultivators were eager to help.

As a result, the head of the Si family shook his head: "Don't interfere recklessly; Brother Sahua still has many tricks up his sleeve; it's not appropriate to intervene rashly."

At this moment, Wang Quan sensed that the sealing magic was crumbling and about to collapse at any moment.

"Trying to brute force my methods?"

"Innocent!"

He sneered, grabbed a command flag and shook it vigorously, then swept it across the brazier.

Whoosh!

In the charcoal brazier, hundreds of thumb-sized charcoal pieces were burning red-hot. At this moment, seventy or eighty charcoal pieces leaped into the air, vying to jump into the water basin.

boom! boom! boom!

The water burst open, and the embers disappeared.

Underground Palace:

Dozens of charcoal pieces the size of millstones appeared.

These embers, refined by magic, resembled fine steel, trailing long plumes of smoke like falling meteors, aimlessly hurtling towards the cultivator holding the mirror and the surrounding area.

The air was distorted, and the cultivator sensed danger even from a great distance.

He roared, "Fellow Daoists, please lend me a hand!"

Whoops!

The surrounding cultivators withdrew and retreated.

Although they possessed many potential magical artifacts, these artifacts were given to them by powerful figures to suppress vertical eyes and anomalies; they were not intended for defensive spells. Naturally, they dared not recklessly use them to resist spells.

Therefore, everyone step back.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

One by one, burning embers fell, causing the underground palace to tremble.

The cultivator holding the mirror couldn't bear to use the magic weapon's blank to block the burning embers, so he could only spew out a beam of fire and escape directly.

Some embers missed their mark, but others struck the vertical eye, causing it to howl in pain.

A female cultivator, unable to bear it any longer, quickly comforted her, "It won't hurt, just bear with it and it will pass!"

The other cultivators were enraged, and they took turns casting spells to trace the exact location of the royal power.

However, a constant barrage of spells, including fire, lightning, hurricanes, ice, and even thunder and fire, interrupted their pursuit.

The cultivators who were tracking the unfinished magic weapon repeatedly tried to activate it with all their might, hoping to secure the position of kingship at all costs.

As a result, a cultivator secretly transmitted a message: "Are you crazy? If the magic weapon's prototype is damaged too much, how will we suppress this eye in the future?"

"Anyway, this thing won't die, so let's just go through the motions and not get carried away and damage the precious thing!"

The monk instantly regained his composure.

At this moment, the vertical-eyed creature's eyes darted around, and it pleaded, "Save me!"

"Make good use of the mirror; you'll definitely be able to track down the enemy!"

The monk coughed, "I'm afraid the mirror will be damaged!"

"And why did you provoke such a ruthless person in the first place?"

"It's late at night, we're tired and exhausted, and we can't concentrate; it's hard to pinpoint the enemy, and it's hard to call for reinforcements."

"Why don't you just hold on for now? You're not going to die anyway; we'll rest and recuperate tomorrow night, then call in reinforcements, and we'll definitely be able to lock onto the enemy."

The vertical-eyed creature fell silent upon hearing this; its silence was desolate and sorrowful.