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

After Wang Quan stepped into the colorful ball of light, he felt as if two worlds had been separated.

One world is rising, another is sinking.

In an instant, he appeared on the five-colored altar in the present world.

In the dim light, he saw the beings in the underworld wailing in despair, especially the giants who were eating snacks, who were frantically waving their hands, trying to hold onto the five-colored light.

However, the five-colored light began to recede as soon as he stepped onto the altar.

call!call!call!

The fire in the hearth went out, and the candlelight went out.

Whoosh!

Wang Quan accepted everything.

At this moment, the river water is rushing and flowing endlessly.

Standing by the riverbank, watching the rushing water, he suddenly had a vague realization: "Perhaps the underworld, like the second layer of the world, is related to the present world!"

"If I keep activating the Five-Colored Altar to connect with the Underworld, will this Five-Colored Altar become the sun within the Underworld?"

"Over time, will the beings and landscape of the underworld change because of the five-colored altar?"

"The altar provided by the second-level world safety zone looks really interesting!"

After a long time, he returned to Linjiang Mountain, released his Yang Spirit to practice the technique, while his true body went to find Ying Jiaren to continue studying the Daoist scriptures.

In recent years, the efficiency of studying Taoist scriptures has become increasingly lower.

It took him five years to study the Taoist scriptures up to 36000 volumes.

And this is still because he has the attribute of +2 to reading scriptures.

Without this feature, it would probably be impossible to even complete 33000 volumes.

At this point, he still had a reserved characteristic that he hadn't used yet, and he often wanted to use this characteristic.

However, considering that the Purple Mansion Realm was still a long way off, he held back.

"I'll take it slow. Either I'll wait until I reach the Purple Mansion level to choose my traits, or I'll wait until I reach the [Fourth Grade Dao Seal] level to choose my traits."

The black bird flies and the rabbit runs:

More than three months have passed in the blink of an eye.

For the past three months, Wang Quan has been going to the Underworld every day.

He went to the underworld, found the nearest city, landed there, and directly explained the cultivation techniques of the dazzling prince.

He explained in Taoist language: "Lotus flowers bloom from the mouth, and golden lotuses spring from the earth."

The creatures of the city listened with rapt attention.

However, after each explanation, some beings from the underworld would vanish into thin air, transforming into his magical power.

However, because the cities he described were different each time, none of the creatures noticed.

Even if some living beings discover it, they won't say anything.

The underworld lacks everything except living beings.

Through this period of explanation, Wang Quan discovered:

Most of the vanished beings of the underworld were old and weak.

They seemed unable to withstand the power of the golden lotus emerging from the ground, and finally dissipated into smoke, turning into magical power.

Once Wang Quan's magical power had accumulated to twelve thousand strands, the Golden Lotus continued to dissolve some of the Yin beings, and then repeatedly tempered his magical power, and even his flesh and blood, gradually enhancing the power of [Dual Cultivation of Body and Soul].

"This Netherworld is the place where we cultivators should truly practice!"

"Unfortunately, purging the spirits of the underworld does not accumulate any merit!"

During this time, he wanted to release the courtyard given to him by the bride of the underworld many times, but he kept delaying because he couldn't find a suitable place.

He was afraid that if he put the courtyard down now, it would be moved to some unknown corner in just an hour.

When the time comes, he won't be able to find it, and other living beings will benefit for nothing.

In the past few months, in addition to practicing magic, he also wanted to find foundation-building spells.

As a result, the entire lower courtyard didn't have a single Foundation Establishment spell.

"Does this mean we can only go to the main hospital from now on?"

"But where is the main hospital? I've been at the Foundation Establishment stage for so long, why haven't they given me a guiding light?"

He went to Wailing Mountain to ask the old Foundation Establishment cultivators, but neither of them knew where the headquarters was.

They sighed, "After we reached the Foundation Establishment stage, we've been refining drowning water ever since."

"Now, as my life draws to a close, I have yet to see headquarters."

"Those friends who left back then said that they went to headquarters only a year or two after breaking through to the Foundation Establishment stage."

"Perhaps you'll have to wait a year or two?"

Wang Quan shook his head. He had been waiting for almost a year, but neither headquarters nor the far west had contacted him.

He asked about the Si family and several other prominent families.

As a result, these large families also did not know where the drowning headquarters was located.

Even the old Foundation Establishment cultivators of their family didn't know.

This result left Wang Quan stunned.

One of the family cultivators laughed, "The Drowning Headquarters is treating our lower-level cultivators like cannon fodder!"

"They'll contact us when they need more cannon fodder."

"When they don't need cannon fodder, they won't even glance at us!"

"Many of my ancestors went to headquarters, and although we still keep in touch, they just won't reveal the exact location of headquarters!"

"They won't teach us Foundation Establishment spells without our knowledge!"

Seeing this, Wang Quan stopped worrying about it and said, "Then forget it."

He didn't care that he couldn't contact headquarters.

He doesn't urgently need foundation-building spells; with the support of his abundant resources, his Qi-refining spells are sufficient for the short term.

That day, he went to the underworld to explain the cultivation technique, and after tempering his magical power, he returned to the real world and found that his identity token had an additional piece of information:

[Wang Quan, the Daoist of Scattering Flowers, the far west lacks Foundation Establishment experts; and you, a Daoist cultivator of the Drowning Path, can certainly be called a Foundation Establishment expert!]

[We cordially invite you to join us in the far west within the next three years!]

[Map of the Far West....]

[Current situation in the far west...]

Mortality rate in the far west...

[Identity in the far west.....]

[If you refuse to go, you must reach the Golden Core stage within ten years; otherwise, the Drowning Path will reclaim your sect status; at the same time, all orthodox sects and unorthodox paths will register your bloodline information; you and your ten generations of descendants will be forbidden from joining.]

Upon seeing this message, Wang Quan smiled.

"It seems the far west really needs more cannon fodder."

He had no intention of refusing; on the contrary, he had been looking forward to it for a long time.

Because during this period, he spent every day spying on the screens in the second level of the inner realm, watching many Daoist cultivators chat.

He discovered that many Daoist cultivators went to the far west with mixed feelings.

These cultivators, upon arriving there, were able to command around ten thousand ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Then, with the help of these Foundation Establishment cultivators, they established a foothold in the far west and collected various materials and treasures to build their Purple Mansion.

During this period, although some Daoist cultivators died in the far west, the mortality rate of Daoist cultivators was negligible compared to the deaths of orthodox cultivators.

Compared to the benefits that the Daoist cultivators obtained from the far west, it was insignificant.

Moreover, ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators like the Master of Ceremonies and Dream have not died all these years.

He felt that if these ordinary cultivators could persist for so long, he would naturally persist even longer.

"Give me just a little time to build up my foundation, and I can grow quickly."

"Once I master the Foundation Establishment spells, my safety will be even greater!"

With that in mind, he used his identity token to check the route to the far west.

puff!

A breath of magic was sprayed onto it, and a detailed map appeared on the identity token.

Happy New Year! Wishing all the big shots a year filled with freedom from all taboos, good health, and instant wealth!