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

Ding-dong!

Qian Xiuyue raised her axe high and chopped Wang Quan on the back of the head.

Seventy-two streams of smoke and dust appeared, blocking the axe.

She went to the front and slashed at the forehead, but a hidden protective spell formed a shield to block her.

He chopped down from above, and a phantom of a golden bell appeared above his head, blocking the axe once again.

She asked Ying Jiaren for help, and they finally managed to draw out all the spells.

Then, the magic from the nozzle landed on the axe: "This time it's fine!"

Ding-dong!

Click!

The axe struck Wang Quan on the back of the head.

As a result, the axe exploded.

Ying Jiaren.....

Qian Xiuyue.....

"Why is this skull so hard? Could it be that there's a rebellious bone in the back of its head?"

She went to chop at the front.

As a result, the axe fell and shattered again.

Qian Xiuyue gasped, "Good heavens, his rebellious nature is practically ingrained in his head."

The other cultivators gasped in astonishment: "This thing is made of iron!"

How did you develop such a hard head?

Curious and puzzled, the crowd tried various methods to uncover the king's skull.

Ding ding ding!

A group of people took turns trying, but it was all to no avail.

Unwilling to give up, the group resorted to their methods once again.

However, despite trying various methods, it was still to no avail.

Everyone was completely dumbfounded.

After a series of blows, Wang Quan was also awakened.

He shook his head, looked around at everyone, and asked blankly, "What are you all doing?"

"You want to crack my skull open?"

Everyone.......

"Brother Dao, you were emitting white smoke from all seven orifices just now! Your brain has gone mad from using cheat codes!"

As they were talking, Ying Jiaren brought over her mad brain for Wang Quan to see.

Upon seeing Wang Quan, these brains immediately began to babble and whimper, "Boy, get out of my body!"

"Stop causing trouble!"

"You audacious fiend, how dare you possess my body?"

Wang Quan laughed: "Indeed, one cannot rely on external brains before reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, and even if one does rely on external brains, one should not rely on outsiders."

He recalled Ma Qingqiu's words and felt a pang of sadness.

The next second, he opened his mouth and spewed out a burst of flames.

Flames spread, landing on the many heads, burning their brains until they sizzled and emitted black smoke.

A brain pleads: "Spare me, I've poured my brains into you, I've mutated for you."

"Even if I didn't do anything special, I worked hard. You can't kill me!"

"If you kill me again, I'll reveal your hidden secrets to the whole world!"

"Ah... why are you increasing the firepower?"

Wang Quan sneered: "Because you know too much!"

My mind... sigh, turned to ashes.

A cultivator nearby sighed, "Brother Sahua, we've used external brain-boosting techniques many times before, every time we comprehend the Daoist scriptures, but this has never happened before."

"Your situation is very different from ours!"

The others nodded: "That's right, our external brain and external heart are both fine!"

"Why is it that you are so different?"

Wang Quan was also puzzled. He muttered subconsciously, "Could it be related to me overusing my brain?"

The other cultivators were bewildered.

After a short while, everyone stopped paying attention to the royal power and instead focused their attention on the five-colored altar.

At this moment, under the beam of light, the changing seasons around the five-colored altar accelerated.

In just a few dozen breaths, more than a dozen seasons have passed.

Then, the pillar of light dissipated, and an altar more than ten feet in size, made of five-colored soil, appeared.

Upon seeing the altar, everyone had a vague feeling: this is a treasure.

And this is precisely one of the characteristics of magical artifacts.

At this moment, everyone observed the five-colored altar, and some cultivators pondered for a while before offering sacrifices to the sun.

However, he first worshipped the sun in an ordinary place, and then ascended the five-colored altar to worship.

Comparing the two, he seemed to realize something: "This five-colored altar seems to double the efficiency of the ritual!"

"It's a pity I don't know the level of this altar."

Wang Quan smiled: "An altar over ten feet tall is of the first rank!"

Everyone suddenly realized: "If it's a twelve-zhang (approximately 33 meters) altar, then it must be a twelfth-rank altar?"

Wang Quan shook his head: "Not necessarily!"

"Huh?" Everyone asked suspiciously.

Wang Quan laughed and said, "A twelve-rank, five-colored altar would require a size of one hundred and twenty li."

Upon hearing this, everyone gasped.

Well, they originally wanted to build a 10th-grade altar, which would increase the power twelvefold.

Now it's all good; I've given up on that idea altogether.

What the king didn't say was:

According to the information transmitted by the safe zone, in order to build a twelve-grade five-colored soil altar, in addition to needing 120 miles of five-colored soil, it would also require 12,000 years of changes over time.

For an ordinary cultivator, it would take 12,000 years to create it.

But now, he doesn't need it.

Through the beam of light, he saw the changing seasons, and he directly mastered the "Performing the Four Seasons" ability of the "Three Heads and Six Arms" subordinate.

In the future, as long as he activates a complete "Four Seasons" sequence, he can increase the flow of time within a designated area by one year.

However, this spell not only consumes a lot of magical power, but also requires many magical artifacts, rituals and other aids.

Each use in this way incurs significant losses.

However, its power is also considerable.

Previously, Wang Quan did not understand the mystery, but after seeing the changing seasons in the white light, he realized that the greatest effect of "Performing the Seasons" was not to create a battlefield suitable for himself, but to additionally amplify the power of his spells.

Instead, they created magical artifacts.

Whether you create a magic weapon directly from scratch or let a magic weapon blank transform into a magic weapon, it all requires the test of time.

Some take two or three years, while others take hundreds of years.

A magic weapon of the twelfth grade requires at least tens of thousands of years to develop.

During such a long wait, by the time the magic weapon was finally forged, the person who forged it had vanished without a trace.

Now that we have the [Four Seasons] spell, things are different.

He can shorten the refining time.

As for how much it can be shortened, that depends on his level of expertise.

Back then, Wang Quan felt that he could accelerate the passage of time by "acting out four seasons" in a year.

This efficiency is far less powerful than the white light in the safe zone, but it is still quite remarkable.

call!

Wang Quan exhaled a breath of stale air and composed himself.

At this time, many cultivators took turns worshipping the sun.

Wang Quan observed the sun from within a safe zone and found it to be even brighter.

However, once he left the safe zone, the sun appeared pale red, and its light was rather cold. At the same time, dark forces were constantly eroding his flesh and blood, tempting him to rebel and run away from home.

Soon, many cultivators offered sacrifices to the sun.

Even Ying Jiaren, Qian Xiuyue, and many of her Daoist partners offered sacrifices.

Ying Jiaren transmitted her voice to him: "Go and worship the sun. The sun in this world is somewhat strange. Remember to carefully perceive and observe it!"

Wang Quan nodded.

A moment later, he stepped onto the five-colored altar and took out a bundle of sandalwood from the box.

He chanted the prayer in Taoist language, and the strange sound echoed.

A bundle of sandalwood was burning wildly.

Then, wisps of blue smoke rose straight up to the sun high in the sky.

As the blue smoke dissipated, Wang Quan's consciousness saw a crimson expanse, like an ocean.

And within this crimson ocean lurks countless evils and darkness.

He felt the incense smoke from the offerings falling on a small patch of golden land in the crimson sea.

Here, golden flames burn, giving the feeling of the sun in the present world.

He also vaguely sensed other similar golden lands within the crimson ocean.

Some are just bigger, and some are smaller.

However, even the largest golden land is but a drop in the ocean compared to the crimson sea.