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

The drowning incident at the lower house remains the same as before:

Young seekers of immortality either study Taoist scriptures, practice magic halfway through their lives, or join a small group; very few can persist in studying Taoist scriptures.

As for those who have attempted to comprehend the vast collection of Taoist scriptures, there haven't been any in recent years.

Nowadays, many orthodox monks in the Lower Temple no longer go to the market to make money, but instead immerse themselves in the Thirty-Six Halls and the Second Layer of the World.

Initially, people thought that although the Thirty-Six Halls method of making money was relatively safe and stable, the earnings were too meager.

Fortunately, there is a second world where we can obtain some resources to sustain our livelihood.

However, as time went on, many orthodox cultivators discovered that the spells corresponding to the Thirty-Six Halls were actually quite profitable.

Some cultivators discovered that the cheapest [spiritual soil] can actually be used to create many kinds of [Earth Thunderfire].

The arts of [spiritual plant art], [spiritual lacquer art], [textiles], and [embroidery] are all useful in their own way.

Especially textiles and embroidery:

Some orthodox cultivators can extract strands of magical power and manipulate them using the [weaving technique] to double the purity of the magical power.

Some cultivators also use embroidery techniques to pierce various magical structures into their magic.

From now on, you can unleash spells instantly with a thought.

Thirty-six halls, thirty-six kinds of spells, all useful to cultivators.

Moreover, the more they practiced and used these spells, the more mysterious they felt they were.

therefore:

Many orthodox cultivators have begun to make use of the hall's resources to diligently improve their magical abilities.

The resources produced during this period were transformed into spirit bricks, spirit mud, silk, and so on, all of which fell onto the foundation platform of the royal power.

With the completion of the first foundation platform, the construction speed of subsequent platforms increased dramatically.

One reason is that the platform at the back is smaller than the first level, and another reason is that the spirits working inside the platform are affected by it.

Their bloodline improved, and they became increasingly skilled in building the Daotai (a type of avenue).

When Wang Quan was observing the foundation of the Daotai, he suddenly remembered what Ma Qingqiu had said.

For a moment, he sighed with regret: "We unorthodox cultivators, even if we possess Dao seals, still have to prepare the materials ourselves."

"And the orthodox Xuanmen sect actually prepared materials in various parts of New Continent in advance."

"They're just sending them over to collect some materials, and it'll take three to five years, seven or eight years, and he still won't be satisfied!"

"Isn't this bullying?"

Wang Quan sighed, quite envious: "It takes me twenty or thirty years, or even longer, to build a foundation in the early stages; while they only need three to five years."

"Unconsciously, they have cultivated for more than twenty years longer than me."

"Will the gap be even greater at the later stages, such as the Purple Mansion and Golden Core?"

At that moment, a sense of urgency rose in his heart once again.

Therefore, he discussed it with Ying Jiaren and revised the cultivation plan again.

The time the two spent studying the Taoist scriptures was shortened to seven hours.

Then they took two hours to busy themselves with their own things.

In the last three hours, the two of them also began to refine their magic power, and then threw it to the Miscellaneous Items Hall in exchange for Qingfu coins.

Although the amount of Qingfu coins exchanged each time is not much, filling the Thirty-Six Halls can still increase the production of materials.

At the same time, Ying Jiaren also gave up most of the money-consuming cultivation and invested more money in it.

As a result, the output of the Thirty-Six Halls skyrocketed, producing many times more resources each day than before, thus accelerating the progress of the foundational altar of the royal power.

The black bird flies and the rabbit runs:

One year...

Three years...

Five years...

With ample resources, the royal platform was built to a height of over 100 zhang (approximately 33 meters), and the project was about halfway completed.

At this time, Wang Quan was only one scroll away from mastering the 30,000 scrolls of Daoist scriptures.

However, this one scroll of Taoist scripture has been stuck with him for more than three months.

This volume of Taoist scriptures is truly obscure and difficult to understand.

There are too many Taoist characters inside, and each character has hundreds of meanings.

The various Daoist texts are combined again, thus generating even more meanings.

Even with the blessing of the "Yu Meiren" (a Taoist deity), it was still extremely complicated and difficult for him to sort out and master the contents of many Taoist scriptures.

Fortunately, Wang Quan had a good mindset. Although this last Taoist scripture was difficult, he still had time to slowly work through it.

"At the current pace, it will take another three to five years for my foundation-building platform to be completed."

"And these three to five years are enough time for me to finish reading the last volume of the Taoist scripture."

It was with this mindset that he did not go into seclusion with Ying Jiaren to prepare for the final push, just like last time.

Instead, I let things take their natural course, studying and mastering a portion each day, gradually increasing my progress.

But the biggest changes in these five years have not been his Taoist scriptures and Taoist altars.

Instead, it is the lower house of the second world:

Over the past five years, only a small area of ​​the once vast Lower House wall remains occupied by evil forces; the rest of the area has become a safe zone.

Although clearing this small area was extremely difficult, many cultivators believed that it could be completely cleared in three to five days at most, eventually forming a complete safe zone.

On this day, after Wang Quan and Ying Jiaren refined their magical power, they entered the second layer of the world, stood in front of the wall, and recited the sutra for saving people.

Beside them stood a Zhong family cultivator, holding a book half a person's height, rapidly turning the pages.

As he turned the page, the words of the Salvation Sutra appeared one by one, finally combining into a long spear that fell on the last evil area.

This book was created by a cultivator from the Zhong family who had mastered the Scripture of Saving People, one night five years ago.

Nowadays, as long as a cultivator opens the book, they can release the "Scripture of Salvation" to cleanse evil.

The Zhong family arranged for many cultivators to take turns turning the pages and releasing the "Scripture of Salvation" in order to gain benefits.

The other cultivators carried gourds of various sizes, each emitting rays of sunlight.

A quarter of an hour...

Half an hour...

One hour...

This tiny, evil place suddenly exploded with a deafening roar: all the evil within vanished into thin air.

In the end, only one evil creature remained standing in the middle.

Many cultivators peered out to observe: "Hey, this evil creature is quite unique: it stands here motionless, just like a waiting-for-husband rock."

"Look, it's actually crying!"

"Huh... just an evil creature, what's so interesting about it?"

The other cultivators pointed out that this evil being was no ordinary creature.

It should be something like a cafeteria expert or a powerful tomb raider.

"This is definitely going to be a tough battle!"

"The most powerful and supreme evil within these walls is absolutely terrifying."

"Everyone, quickly draw more sunshine from the real world!"

"This time, we must finish it off in one fell swoop!"

Wang Quan and Ying Jiaren were equally on guard.

The two exchanged a glance, spoke in verse, and released the [Scripture of Salvation].

The Taoist phrase, composed of dozens of characters, was spoken in just twenty or thirty breaths.

With a hundred streams of magical power consumed, spears bearing the Scripture of Salvation descended from the sky, blasting down upon the fallen.

Pfft!

Pfft!

As the spear fell, billowing black smoke rose from the multi-armed evil creature.

However, he did not wail like other evils, nor did he dodge.

Instead, he continued to gaze into the distance, tears streaming down his face.

A female nun, moved by his plight, sighed, "What a pitiful fellow! He must be waiting for his lover!"

Snapped!

A monk slapped her on the back of the head and sneered, "Evil has no feelings, how could it have a lover?"

The nun scratched her head, looking aggrieved: "Love knows no race, no good or evil!"

"The 'Scripture of Salvation' and the blows of sunlight can make evil writhe in pain."

"But it doesn't!"

"What sustains it so that it doesn't run away, doesn't wail, but instead gazes into the distance and waits silently?"

"It is—love!"

"Great—love!"