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

Wisps of smoke rose, and the tentacled eyes crumbled little by little.

He struggled, despaired, and broke down.

But it couldn't be stopped.

Amidst its wailing, the tentacles fell and its vertical eyes shrank.

Then, a figure appeared in the vertical eye.

The figure looked around, then finally peered out through the membranes of its eyes, sighed, and looked up at the sky: "The world has changed!"

"So I'm not really me after all!"

The figure in the vertical eye sighed and lamented for a moment, then bowed in the direction of the king's power: "Thank you, benefactor, for helping me transcend!"

The next second, light spots appeared on his body, and then disappeared little by little.

The cultivators of the [Alliance of Strange Eyes] watched this scene with expressions of horror and despair.

Because, in their understanding, the immortal "vertical eye" can actually die.

Moreover, he was killed by a young cultivator who had only been practicing magic for a few years.

terrible!

That's absolutely terrifying!

At this moment, the spiritual pillars of many cultivators collapsed.

Because from childhood, they were taught that having tentacles and vertical eyes would prevent them from dying.

Even the abnormal radiation from the tentacles and vertical eyes is difficult to clean up.

But now, the immortal [Tentacle Eye] is dead, vanished without a trace.

The consequences of a collapse of faith are quite terrible.

It was so terrifying that even orthodox cultivators were shaken to their core at this moment.

"How did he die?"

One of the female monks suddenly realized, then cried out in despair, "I wanted to study this thing and achieve immortality!"

Why did you die?

Pfft!

A nun knelt down, her hands on the ground, and wept softly.

The other male and female cultivators who had also broken down knelt on the ground, weeping in despair.

The other cultivators, even those who didn't collapse to the ground, were still in a daze.

In a daze, they heard a soft laugh: "Haha, you were fooled!"

Black smoke billowed, and tentacled, vertical eyes appeared and disappeared.

Many cultivators looked up in surprise.

Upon seeing the tentacles with vertical eyes, he was overjoyed: "Great!"

"Eye isn't dead!"

"Haha, I knew it! Eye-Eye is immortal and indestructible. It survived for hundreds of years after being killed, so how could it be dead now?"

Some cultivators leaped and tried to rush towards the tentacle-shaped vertical eye.

The next second, a cultivator growled, "Don't go over there!"

"The Ironclad Law of the [Alliance of the Strange Eyes]: Anyone who touches the Vertical Eye will be killed without mercy!"

"Everyone...please don't make a mistake!"

Many cultivators suddenly realized what was happening, and they quickly released their magic weapon prototypes to seal off all directions.

However, when they released the prototype of the magic weapon, they vaguely heard a sound coming from afar.

However, none of the monks took it seriously.

At this moment, the vertical-eyed creature retracted its tentacles: "Everyone, I have been suppressed now, you don't need to worry anymore."

Many cultivators nodded: "That's right, with so many unfinished magic treasures suppressing you, what kind of trouble can you possibly cause?"

At this moment, the vertical eye suddenly turned into a mouth, and the corners of the mouth turned up: "Everyone, after what just happened, I finally understand: we are actually all together."

"You help me, I'll help you!"

Many cultivators nodded in agreement: "Indeed, we have been suppressing you day and night, and we are exhausted. You should have repaid us long ago."

The vertical eye transformed into a head, which smiled and said, "Everyone, do you wish for immortality?"

The voice of the vertical eye was ethereal and distorted.

However, no one noticed anything amiss.

Instead, they were itching to know: "Is there any way to achieve immortality?"

The head opened, smiling: "As the saying goes, 'The truth should not be passed on to six ears!'"

"Friends, come closer to me, I will whisper in your ears!"

"In this way, you will obtain the secret to immortality!"

Some cultivators couldn't resist rushing over.

Other cultivators objected, saying, "No, wouldn't that be too dangerous?"

The cultivator pointed to the dazzling unearthed treasures all around and smiled, "With so many unearthed treasures suppressing the vertical eye here, what danger could there be?"

"With a potential magic weapon in hand, even a liar can't stir up any trouble!"

The other cultivators felt a little strange, but they still subconsciously nodded in agreement.

However, some cultivators, after nodding, felt uneasy and were about to back out when a thought suddenly occurred to them: "Since everyone agrees, whether I object or not doesn't really matter!"

Thinking of this, he stopped objecting and even went to check it out as the crowd went.

More and more monks approached the Vertical Eye.

They put a hand to their ears, listening intently while keeping a wary eye on the other cultivators: "I absolutely cannot let anyone else know this great secret."

"Huh, who are these people? Why are they all listening so intently?"

"Are they eavesdropping on my secret to immortality?"

"No, there's a thin tube stuck in their heads, and that tube is pulling out the red and white from their heads!"

"Heh, a bunch of brainless idiots, how come they didn't notice anything unusual about themselves?"

"Huh, why are these guys looking at me so strangely too?"

"Are they laughing at me? Mocking me for being brainless?"

Where is my brain?

Glug!

Glug!

The sound of inhaling can be heard.

Click!

Click!

The mechanical gears made a turning sound.

In a daze, the cultivator suddenly found the surrounding space distorted, and then, like a shattered mirror, it suddenly exploded.

Ding ding ding!

In a daze, he saw countless palace maids fluttering in the air.

These palace maids manipulated paper tubes, paper gears, and other similar devices.

Numerous gears formed a strange machine in the air; at the end of the machine, paper tubes hung down and entered the head of a monk.

As the gears turned, the brains of many cultivators rose slowly along with the paper tubes.

"I bet I have a paper tube on my head too!"

The monk looked up and, sure enough, saw a wet paper tube above his head.

Whoosh!

Paper money flew everywhere.

He saw one after another rare treasure blanks unleash their power, frantically suppressing the new cultivators who were worshipping them.

Many new cultivators were crushed by the power of the rare treasure embryo.

The surviving monks cursed them, calling them "traitors!"

"running dog!"

"You actually sided with the Flower-Scattering Taoist?"

"Why didn't you take us with you when you sought refuge with him?"

"Shameless!"

The cultivator roared in anger, "When did I ever pledge allegiance to the Flower-Scattering Taoist?"

However, the words that came out of his mouth were: "Lord Sprinkler spared us without holding a grudge, so it's perfectly normal for us to seek refuge with him!"

"As for you, you are too weak, so you only deserve to die!"

At this moment, he saw a female cultivator forming hand seals, manipulating a magical artifact prototype to blast away her resisting subordinates.

After the last of the new disciples was killed, all the cultivators regained their senses.

Whoosh!

Paper money fluttered in the air, muscular men played the suona, and elegantly dressed palace maids carried flower baskets and threw out handfuls of paper flowers.

Finally, they saw a golden-yellow yang deity.

That was the Yang spirit of Wang Quan, the Flower-Scattering Taoist.

The deity stood on a folded paper altar and performed a ritual.

Behind Yang Shen, the projection of Wang Quan's true form was faintly visible.

The physical body and the spirit are casting spells simultaneously.

"The Flower-Scattering Taoist...Wang Quan!"

"You actually plotted against us?"

Wang Quan spoke up: "This isn't scheming, it's punishment!"

"This punishment is for the trouble you caused at my banquet."

A cultivator wailed, "Master, I gave my life, even sacrificing my head to create fireworks for you!"

"Those fireworks... were so big... so bright... and so loud..."

"I'd even risk my head like a cannonball...!"

"I...I could actually play a monkey too..."

As he was talking, he fell silent.