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

The spirits wept and wailed, supporting each other as they limped away.

They are not interested in privilege points because they know that even if they get the points this time, they may not be able to get them next time.

They might even die at the next sacrifice.

What good will it be if you give out a lot of points in the end?

But death is their destiny.

Although they resisted in their hearts, they still obediently went back to graze, conserving their energy and spirit to prepare for the next worship ceremony.

The orthodox Foundation Establishment cultivators also stood up.

Compared to spirits and monsters, they were overjoyed.

"One thousand access points, that's great!"

"If I try a few more times, I'll be able to get level one access!"

Although the life of a true Foundation Establishment cultivator is very tough, tiring, and dangerous, most of them have aspirations.

Having obtained the authority points without suffering any damage, they were so eager to perform the ritual again the next day.

Some cultivators inquired about Ma Qingqiu, Meiniang, and other Daoist cultivators.

As a result, the group of Daoist cultivators hesitated and couldn't explain it.

The orthodox cultivators grew anxious: "My lords, when will we come again? Give me a definite answer."

"At that time, we will conserve our energy and light the sandalwood incense with the fullest spirit."

Ma Qingqiu coughed: "This...we'll discuss it later!"

Upon hearing this, many orthodox cultivators became even more anxious: "Why must we discuss this again? Don't you have the authority to make the decision?"

"So only the one on the highest altar has the final say?"

The one on the highest altar refers to the royal power.

Upon hearing this, Ma Qingqiu coughed incessantly: "This...we're all in the same profession, we're all fighting for Stone City; we..."

The orthodox monks grew impatient: "Sir, could you please move aside? We only want to speak with the person who decides the next ceremony."

On the five-colored altar:

Wang Quan checks the identity token;

[You hold a grand sacrificial ceremony: the four directions, the sun, moon, and stars, the spring, summer, autumn, and winter, and the twenty-four solar terms all change because of your ceremony!]

[The power of the sun, moon, and stars has increased because of your sacrifice; you have gained 10,000 points.]

[The seasons and the twenty-four solar terms of Stone City were born because of you; though they are fragile, you still gained 50,000 privilege points!]

At this point, there are some slight changes:

[Headquarters in the far west has noticed the emergence of four seasons and twenty-four solar terms in Stone City.]

[At the headquarters in the far west, numerous Golden Core cultivators were tasked with consuming their life essence to stabilize the four seasons and twenty-four solar terms.]

Your magic makes the four seasons and twenty-four solar terms easy and stable.

[There is hope for the future of Stone City!]

The headquarters in the far west will allocate more resources to Stone City!

[Strive to develop and grow strong—this city—the far west needs it!]

Please be sure to strengthen and protect the four seasons and the twenty-four solar terms!

Your Far West access level +1

Your current Far West access level is 4!

[Level 4 in the Far West: 1. Unconditionally recruit 40,000 orthodox Foundation Establishment cultivators... 3. Unconditionally refuse one forced recruitment; 4. Unconditionally conduct one forced recruitment, which ignores authority; if the recruit does not deny the forced recruitment authority, they must accept the recruitment!]

Permissions have been upgraded to level four.

This speed of upgrade exceeded Wang Quan's imagination and understanding.

"I thought it would take many years to gradually clear away the abnormal climate, the evil in the second world, and so on, before I could slowly improve my authority."

"I never expected that a single sacrificial ceremony would grant me Level 1 access."

He sighed deeply.

The Level 4 access in the far west involves far more than just the four points mentioned above; there are other hidden benefits as well:

The range of benefits is as follows: the size of the garrison, the quality of the cannon fodder replenishment, the access rights to resources in various halls, and even priority protection within the city.

However, what attracted the attention of the monarchy most was not the hidden benefits and privileges, but the fourth, overt privilege:

[One unconditional mandatory draft]

[This recruitment disregards authority: Those recruited must accept the recruitment unless they deny the authority to do so!]

This message may seem simple, but it contains a great deal of information.

"I gained the ability to resist draft when I reached level three privileges!"

"With level four access, obtain the permission to forcibly conscript others!"

"Theoretically speaking, all cultivators with Level 4 authority should have the same level of resistance authority."

"But according to the information we just received, some cultivators might not have the authority to resist?"

"Moreover, my mobilization authority ignores the level of authority."

"Theoretically speaking, it's possible for me to forcibly conscript even a cultivator with level ten authority?"

"Then, what level of cultivation and what kind of demeanor do cultivators with level ten authority possess?"

"If I were to forcibly recruit cultivators like these to help farm points..."

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath and silently activated his privileges: "I want to forcibly recruit the highest-level cultivator from the far west!"

Permission feedback information: [First, you need to know the cultivator's name; second, you need to be within a 100,000-mile radius of the cultivator.]

[Friendly reminder: Within a current range of 100,000 miles, you have the highest privileges.]

If you summon a cultivator with the highest authority, you will definitely be summoned yourself!

The king sighed.

"I was hoping to soar to great heights; but they didn't even give me this small opening!"

He composed himself, stopped studying the issue of permissions, and turned his attention to the many orthodox cultivators who were in agitated.

These orthodox cultivators wanted him to perform the sacrificial ceremony again in order to gain authority points.

"How could I not want to benefit from your help?"

"Even if I don't get any points from your offerings, you can still refine the altar manor, refine those magical artifacts, and even enhance the [Four Seasons] spell."

"I hope you can always maintain this high level of fighting spirit."

Thinking of this, he smiled and said, "Three days!"

"Three days later, we will hold the sacrificial ceremony again."

Upon hearing this, all the orthodox cultivators cheered excitedly.

However, the spirits who were basking in the sun and munching on grass against the wall nearby shuddered upon hearing this: "Let's cancel the sacrificial ceremony!"

"The monster will die!"

Wang Quan comforted them, saying, "It's alright, you'll get used to dying after a while!"

"Besides, have you ever heard of the theory of evolution called 'survival of the fittest'?"

Many spirits shook their heads: "Never heard of it!"

Wang Quan sighed, "It's alright if you haven't heard of it, I can explain it to you!"

"The argument is that as long as there are weak people around you, they will always be the weaker ones who die before you."

"Theoretically speaking, as long as there are enough weak people around you, and they are weak enough, then you will live forever!"

"Look how weak you all are now. If you don't eat more grass to restore your energy, it won't be long before you're all eliminated by the survival of the fittest!"

Upon hearing this, a goat spirit grabbed a leaf from the Five Elements Fruit Tree and began to munch on it.

A leopard spirit, moving with the gait of a cat, stealthily positioned itself behind a pig spirit, drew its leopard-toothed blade, and cautiously said, "Brother, excuse me for some meat!"

The pig demon sneered, "Get lost!"

The leopard spirit licked its lips: "Nine out, thirteen back!"

The pig demon laughed loudly, "It should have been done long ago!"

"Hey bro, want some front leg meat or hind leg meat?"