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

The Second World:

Within the walled city, the multi-armed city lord initially gazed at the distant sky from his mansion, sneering repeatedly: "You bunch of bastards, you'll be finished soon!"

"We are eternal, we are the only ones."

Several days later, the multi-armed city lord stood on the roof of the city lord's mansion, gazing into the distance with an anxious expression: "Why is there still no news? Could it be that the master's distant cousin hasn't cleared out the enemies in the real world because he's too far away?"

"I'll wait a little longer!"

Several days later, the multi-armed city lord stood at the city gate, gazing into the distance: "What does my cousin in the distance mean? Why haven't you made a move yet?"

"Yes, these brutal humans are terrifying; we must devise a comprehensive plan."

"At that time, it will definitely be able to kill the enemy with a single blow!"

Several days later, the multi-armed city lord looked at his listless, evil underlings, then at the ever-expanding safe zone, and wondered, "Does my distant cousin not want to help?"

"Why won't you help?"

"We're all relatives! Relatives should love and care for each other like family!"

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Reality:

Inside the underground palace, the vertical eye was linked by chains and hung on a birdcage.

One by one, the cultivators excitedly picked up the unfinished magic weapon and conjured whips, spears, clubs, and other weapons, frantically whipping, poking, and striking it to suppress it.

Bang! Bang! Smash!

Snap! Snap! Bang!

Accompanied by a dynamic rhythm, Shuyan's body was torn open, and he howled in agony.

The cultivators grew increasingly excited.

A female cultivator even brandished a fiery vine and lashed out fiercely, shouting, "Everyone, this is the best way to vent your frustrations!"

"We can't afford to mess with that drowned lower-class guy, but we can bully our own kind and vent our anger on that little brat!"

"Little one, why are you crying? You won't die, it just hurts a little; come on, grit your teeth and give me a smile!"

"Your smile makes my heart flutter and fills me with energy!"

"Come on, keep laughing!"

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The power of many magical artifacts was reduced to nothing, causing [Shuyan] to shed tears incessantly.

At this moment, it wanted to die.

"You idiot, what the hell have you done now?"

Why are these cultivators so vigilant?

"I tried everything to seduce them, but they turned the tables on me!"

"You expect me to storm the drowning lower house for this? Hah, I utterly despise you!"

The sadness in his vertical eyes is incomprehensible to outsiders.

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The black bird flies and the rabbit runs:

Wang Quan is used to his current life:

Every day during the day, he and Ying Jiaren practiced the "Yu Meiren" (a Taoist verse) in the Sutra Repository to increase their knowledge of Taoist scriptures.

At dusk, we will cleanse the evil.

After clearing away the evil for three or four hours, the two went to practice their magic together, creating many kinds of [drowning].

At dawn, after gathering the purple aura, I entered the second world again, repeating the same routine as yesterday.

The black bird flies and the rabbit runs:

January....

May....

December....

In the real world, snow is falling heavily once again.

What surprised many cultivators was that snow had also begun to fall in the Drowning Lower Courtyard of the Second World.

When the snowflakes fell, Wang Quan and the other cultivators were all completely bewildered.

because:

This was the first time any of the cultivators had ever seen snow falling in the second layer of the world.

call out!

Wang Quan soared into the air, transforming into 108 streams of malevolent energy that surged out of the lower courtyard.

Then he discovered that there was snow and wind only within the Lower House safety zone; once he left the safety zone, there was no more snow and wind.

"As evil diminishes in the Lower House, will the snowstorms of the real world be reflected in it?"

At this moment, Wang Quan looked thoughtfully at the white-shrouded lower courtyard and the wall that had opened up one-tenth of the safe zone: "If the wall is completely opened up, what mysterious things will happen here?"

Other cultivators also came out to observe, and even those who had established a safe zone in the market area jumped out to take a look.

When everyone discovered this strange sight, they were initially at a loss, but soon they cheered.

"Victory belongs to us!"

"This lower court of the second world will soon take shape in our form!"

"Let's all work harder and completely take control of the House of Commons!"

Snowstorm sweeps in:

Snowflakes also drifted down in the evil city within the walls.

However, these snowflakes are black.

Black snowflakes fall, drifting and scattering without ceasing.

The multi-armed city lord stood at the foot of the mountain, gazing at the sky, tears streaming down his face.

Why is it snowing?

Why?

"Why hasn't the master's distant cousin come over yet?"

"Has he forgotten something?"

He gazed blankly at the sky, waiting silently for the master's cousin.

In the wind and snow:

Ying Jiaren reached out and touched the snowflakes, carefully sensing them: "These snowflakes are exactly the same as those in the real world."

"Does this mean that the real world is beginning to influence the world?"

After a moment's thought, Wang Quan said in a deep voice, "Perhaps so!"

Ying Jiaren grabbed a handful of snowflakes and whispered, "If one day this place becomes like the real world, would you stay?"

Wang Quan shook his head: "No!"

"No matter how nice this place is, it's not our home!"

"Our foundation lies in the real world."

A glint of shrewdness flashed in Ying Jiaren's eyes: "In the real world, we are all nobodys!"

"But in this place, we're considered big shots!"

"We could even establish our own sect here!"

Wang Quan laughed: "Then, what if evil retaliates?"

"The current safe zone looks secure, but if it were larger, or if we encountered more powerful evil, could we still hold it?"

"The world is so big, this place is so small!"

"We are but a drop in the ocean!"

Ying Jiaren nodded: "You'll be at the [Third Rank Dao Seal] soon, won't you?"

When the topic of Daoist script came up, Wang Quan sighed, "We're still short five hundred scrolls!"

Ying Jiaren frowned: "How can there be such a big difference? I thought you'd be at most ten or eight volumes short!"

Wang Quan sighed, "The blessing of 'Yu Meiren' is getting weaker and weaker, or rather, the Taoist scriptures are becoming increasingly difficult!"

Ying Jiaren was quite ashamed: "I've been a bit engrossed in 'The Beauty of the Poppy' lately and forgot to keep track of your Dao scroll count!"

"Should we increase the cultivation time for [Poppy]?"

Wang Quan shook his head: "Not for now!"

"I can accept the current pace of one volume per day!"

"We'll add more when things become unacceptable later."

"Um!"

After chatting for a while, the two parted ways and went about their own business.

One year...

Two years....

Three years...

Life flowed by peacefully and steadily.

The safe zone on the wall is steadily expanding, growing by more than ten feet every month.

Moreover, the rate of expansion continues to increase over time.

Inside the walls, the evil forces' resistance grew weaker and weaker.

Many evils have even been subdued.

Faced with the attack from the crowd, they simply lay there, cursing and swearing, calmly accepting their fate.

This brought joy to many cultivators, and they also breathed a sigh of relief.

"These guys have lost their will to resist!"

"We no longer need to induce the birth of Yin Spirit cultivators."