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

There were nearly two hundred people who had not studied the Taoist scriptures.

Among these people, female cultivators made up the majority. They quickly identified themselves and the sects they came from, and even mentioned the spells they were good at.

Wang Quan listened attentively and remembered everything.

To his surprise:

Most of these cultivators came from unorthodox sects; there were only about ten of them.

Those who went to the tent to study Taoist scriptures were mostly practitioners of unorthodox doctrines.

After Wang Quan and a dozen other unorthodox cultivators announced their identities and names, many cultivators were quite surprised.

At this moment, a cultivator said in a deep voice: "Everyone, you all know more or less about the dangers of the far west."

"Personally, I hope that once we're involved, we can stay in touch and form a small group that helps each other."

"Perhaps we can't offer all our help, but we can still handle some small, easy tasks!"

"At that time, everyone will feel less pressure and more relaxed."

The group exchanged glances and nodded in agreement.

After some discussion, everyone pitched in and crafted a simple set of magical artifacts.

This magical artifact has only one function: like the inner realm of the second level, it can communicate with each other; however, the communication range of this artifact is only one million miles; although the distance is a bit short, it is enough for the early stages.

"Once we've established a foothold in the far west, we'll build something even better!"

Everyone nodded

Wang Quan's heart stirred: "By the time we've established ourselves, some people will have already left this small group, while others will join it."

"Once the membership is stable, we can naturally devote the effort and materials to properly develop communication tools."

Not long after, the tent was taken down.

Hundreds of cultivators who had been studying the Taoist scriptures emerged from within, their faces glowing.

To Wang Quan's surprise, Ma Qingqiu was actually following Su Mali, a burly man with a square face.

He looked at Sumali with eyes full of affection.

Sumali chuckled, making the cultivators like Niu Dali tremble all over.

At this point, what should have been one large group has split into two groups, one large and one small.

Moreover, both sides know that it is no longer possible for them to form a large group.

However, private communication between group members is also inevitable.

Soon, the puppet arrived and instructed everyone to place the tokens on the altar to the side.

"Alright, everyone, step into the vortex. You will be teleported to an area!"

"Once you arrive at your destination, your identity tokens will be updated. Don't resist; just let it change."

Everyone nodded, and without hesitation, they filed into the teleportation device.

call out!

In an instant, Wang Quan and the others disappeared.

Within a quarter of an hour, another group of Daoist cultivators arrived from all directions.

At this moment, if you look in all directions from high above, you will find that there are many huge teleportation devices in this huge city.

Those large teleportation rituals are used to transport ordinary cultivators, new cultivators, spirits, monsters, and martial artists.

These beings were given a brief explanation of the situation before being hastily led into the ritual.

And their fate was sealed:

They became cannon fodder to fight against the many strange and dangerous places in the far west.

Their flesh and blood, their corpses, will ultimately be used as consumables to stabilize the earth's veins and the changing seasons.

Daoist cultivators like Wang Quan used small teleportation rituals, with dedicated personnel explaining the process.

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In a city in the far west: a teleportation device was turning, and hundreds of cultivators emerged from a vortex.

Wang Quan was also mixed in with many cultivators.

He looked around and then seemed a little lost in thought.

Because the city was so rudimentary.

The rough stones are piled up to form houses and many strange buildings.

There were no living people in the city, only a small number of puppets in operation.

In the sky, only a small area was blue sky and white clouds; the rest was either flowing hurricanes, burning flames, or even an endless ocean hanging upside down in the air.

They can even see large fish and other creatures swimming in the ocean.

"This place is truly mysterious!"

Wang Quan was speechless with emotion.

Just then, a puppet came and guided them to a huge courtyard.

This courtyard covers several hundred acres and can accommodate more than a thousand cultivators.

At this moment, the puppet spoke: "Everyone, please release your tokens in a moment. The Far West is going to upgrade your identity tokens."

"Don't stop them!"

"If you obstruct the upgrade and it fails, you will definitely regret it later."

A cultivator suddenly asked, "Then, will the identity tokens of ordinary cultivators be upgraded?"

The puppet paused for a moment, then smiled: "They're not qualified!"

Upon hearing this, the cultivators fell silent.

At this moment, the puppet gave everyone a deep look: "Everyone, although the mortality rate of Daoist cultivators is low, there is still a risk of death; everyone, authority in the far west is important, but staying alive is more important."

"Everyone, I hope you survive."

With the next breath, the puppet cracked open.

Then, a golden light shot into the sky.

As the golden light shot into the sky, the identity tokens of Wang Quan and the others trembled violently.

Wang Quan's heart stirred, and he relaxed the suppression of the identity token.

The next second, the identity token was suspended in front of him; at the same time, the golden light in the sky split into hundreds of pieces, scattering onto everyone's identity tokens.

Click!

Click!

Click!

After the identity token absorbed the golden light, the sound of mechanical gears turning came from inside, and then one could see mechanical parts rolling and changing from the inside out.

The material of the entire identity token has changed, and the patterns on it have also changed.

Click!

As the last gear finished turning, a new token fell into my hand.

Wang Quan touched the token, and a message flew out from it, directly entering his inner world.

[Far West. Drowning. Royal Power - Level 2 Authority]

[Current Permissions: 1. Two mandatory tasks can be anonymously issued annually and randomly assigned to low-level [Dao Seal] cultivators; 2. Two thousand Foundation Establishment cultivators, two hundred thousand New Method cultivators, two hundred thousand spirits, and martial artists can be forcibly recruited as subordinates; when these subordinates are lost, the corresponding permission level is consumed to replenish them; and replenishment is only allowed once; in the future, permission level needs to be upgraded to replenish them again.]

Upon seeing the information, Wang Quan pondered, "I remember seeing cultivators in the second level of the inner realm talking about having ten thousand cannon fodder. Were their permissions only level one?"

"Then why do I have two levels of access?"

"What permissions do other users have?"

He examined the identity token, investigated for more details, and then made a discovery:

[You have taken the lead in creating a sustainable development safety zone, and your privileges have been upgraded!]

More than a dozen similar messages were posted, which matched the number of the second-world safe zones he had built.

He instinctively looked at Sumali.

As a result, Sumali glanced at the token casually, hung it on his waist, and then interacted with Ma Qingqiu.

"Heh...it doesn't matter what permissions other people have!"

"Now, I should use my current privileges to recruit my own people."

"Then comes the learning of foundation-building spells to enhance one's foundation and combat power."

"Finally... I want to establish myself in this far west!"

At that moment, his token trembled again, the patterns on it became more intricate, and new information appeared.

[As a young man, knowing full well the extreme dangers of the far west, you not only didn't delay your report, but arrived two years ahead of schedule—your clearance for the far west has been upgraded!]

[None of the cultivators who arrived earlier than you, including those from the ten sessions before and after, have surpassed you; your authority in the far west has been greatly enhanced!]

Your current Far West access level is Level 3!