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

call out!

Wang Quanyang transformed into a golden light, swiftly weaving through the many evils.

At the same time, he carefully sensed the brain in the water tank.

One breath...

The brain in the jar remained completely still.

One hundred breaths...

Wang Quan frowned: The brain in the vat, which should have been a blank slate, without any thought, suddenly trembled slightly.

Although it was only a slight tremor for a moment, it still made him wary.

A cup of tea's time...

Suddenly, a pair of eyes appeared in the brain inside the jar. It squinted its eyes, looked around, and then grew legs and feet, quietly rising to the surface.

Hidden beneath the lotus leaves in the jar, the creature lurked furtively, muttering to itself, "They've actually trapped me?"

"Truly... courting death!"

"Do you really think this Taoist priest is made of clay?"

"You think you can just erase my memories and I'll succumb? Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!"

It quietly bit off a lotus leaf, then used the leaf to conceal itself as it swam silently through the water tank. After a long time, it finally saw the wall of the tank.

Stab it!

The brain in the tank conjured up a drill bit and then carefully drilled a hole in the tank wall.

As it crawled in, it chuckled strangely, "Just wait, once I'm free, there's nowhere in this vast world I can't roam!"

"quack!"

Wang Quan sighed, "It seems that even my own mind cannot be brought into the second layer of the world."

His mind raced, and he opened his mouth to spew out a burst of flame.

The flames fell into the water vat and reacted with the spiritual liquid inside. Instantly, the vat turned into magma, burning the brain from all directions.

The brain in the vat cursed loudly, "You audacious traitor, how dare you burn your own body?"

"Today's humiliation will be my revenge one day!"

"You traitor... If you kill me, you'll die too!"

The mind screams, struggles, and cries out.

In the end, it turned into ashes and disappeared completely.

call out!

The spirit returns to the real world, and consciousness returns to the body.

call!

Wang Quan exhaled a breath of stale air, then looked at the water vat at his waist and fell into deep thought.

This mind developed self-awareness in the second layer of the world, and under the influence of many evils, it manifested itself recklessly.

So, could it develop self-awareness in the real world?

"If consciousness develops without any malevolent influence, could it remain hidden, waiting for an opportunity to suddenly plot against me?"

boom!

The water tank exploded.

Before the spiritual liquid could even hit the ground, he opened his mouth and spewed out bursts of flames, burning the spiritual liquid to ashes.

"The Taoist scriptures are important, but my consciousness is even more important."

"I absolutely cannot create a brain with independent consciousness just for the sake of advancing the progress of the Taoist scriptures."

At that moment, he suppressed all his thoughts.

"Or do you want a cultivator from the idiot path to refine my brain?"

"Or... wait for Ying Jiaren to come over."

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He put aside the matter of the external brain for the time being and went to the mission hall.

After establishing the landmark in the Underworld, not only did his authority in the far west increase, but his ranking in Stone City also improved, and he gained many more privileges.

call out!

He transformed into a streak of light and landed in the mission hall, first checking the rankings:

Stone City is ranked 3,909th.

"Before Stone City, there is a city where the headquarters of all the major sects in the world are located."

He inspected the cities behind him and found that their scores were significantly higher than those of Stone City, by tens or even hundreds of times.

However, its ranking is still not as good as Stone City.

"It seems that connecting the real world with the underworld is very important!"

"But what's in the underworld? And why is it so important?"

He was puzzled.

After a moment, he got tired of thinking about it and prepared to check Stone City's current permissions.

Just then, a beam of light appeared from the teleportation hall in the distance.

Before the pillar of light dissipated, golden light flew out from it, heading straight for Wang Quan.

Even from a great distance, Wang Quan felt a terrifying pressure sweep over him.

The entire Stone City was shrouded in this terrifying pressure.

Pfft!Pfft!

Inside the city, apart from the king, all the cultivators and spirits knelt down.

The minds of all beings went blank; all thoughts and consciousness were frozen in place.

All that remains for sentient beings is their fleshly instincts: fear, trembling, and prostration.

Whoosh!

Above the king's head, a canopy, formed from the power of the far west, appeared; this canopy spread out, blocking all pressure.

call out!

A golden light exploded in front of him, and a cultivator emerged from it.

The monk was dressed in coarse linen clothes, looking like an old farmer.

However, the aura emanating from him suppressed an entire city.

He's clearly a master among masters.

However, upon seeing Wang Quan, he beamed and bowed obsequiously, like a disciple: "Greetings, Fellow Daoist Scattering Flowers!"

Wang Quan asked in surprise, "You know me?"

The cultivator smiled: "Now, in the far west, all cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage know you!"

Wang Quan's heart skipped a beat: "You're a Nascent Soul cultivator?"

The cultivator scoffed, "A mere cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage, not worth mentioning!"

The king remained silent.

After a long while, seeing that the Nascent Soul cultivator was still looking at him obsequiously, he suddenly realized something: "You came to find me because of the underworld's symbol?"

The Nascent Soul cultivator nodded: "Not bad!"

"The Drowning Channel Headquarters would like to ask you if you would be willing to explain in detail the process of building the marker in the underworld."

Wang Quan laughed: "I'm afraid my experience cannot be replicated."

The Nascent Soul cultivator laughed, "It's okay if it can't be copied!"

"The higher-ups just want more examples."

"As long as we have enough cases, we can deduce some commonalities, and before long, creating landmarks in the underworld will be a piece of cake."

Wang Quan smiled and said, "No problem!"

As he spoke, he explained in detail the matter of creating the symbol of the underworld.

He recounted in detail the stories of the Soft-haired Ghost God, the statue of the Western Ghost Emperor/Western God Emperor, the Imperial Tomb City, and even the fact that he had received the protection of the Underworld in advance and had traveled with the Two Crows Taoist and others during that time.

The primordial spirit expert listened attentively, not missing a single word.

After a long while, Wang Quan finished speaking.

The master of the primordial spirit asked him to repeat it in Daoist language.

Wang Quan agreed without hesitation.

These experiences were given to the drowning method, and if the drowning method could be replicated, it would definitely enhance its strength.

At that time, the pressure on him will naturally decrease.

Moreover, the king did not believe that his methods could be replicated.

There is only one gentle spirit.

There is only one Imperial Tomb City, number 95.

Successfully replicating it is incredibly difficult.

A moment later, Wang Quan repeated it in Daoist language.

The expert of the primordial spirit patted the treasure pouch, and a wooden box flew out from it.

"Fellow Daoist, this is your reward from the Drowning Path..."

"No, I took the wrong one!"

After the expert in the Yuan Shen realm realized that what flew out was a wooden box, he quickly reacted and put the wooden box aside.

Then, he continued to pat the magic bag.

This time, a metal box flew out.

"Sorry, this isn't your payment either!"

He patted it repeatedly, and five boxes of different materials—wood, iron, copper, silver, and gold—flew out one after another.

These five boxes are identical in all aspects except for the material. They have the same patterns and carvings.

The Nascent Soul expert scratched his head: "Um, wait a moment, there's a tiny little problem here!"

Wang Quan looked at the box, then at the other person: "What's going on?"

The Nascent Soul expert chuckled: "When I arrived, I was instructed to receive different boxes depending on your response."

"I came in a hurry and brought a lot of good stuff, but I forgot to bring the most premium stuff!"

"No problem, just wait a moment while I contact the higher-ups and have them teleport you over!"

Wang Quan smiled, instantly understanding the other party's meaning. Then, a thought struck him, and he declined, saying, "There's no need to ask for it anymore."

"As long as the sect remembers my efforts, that's enough!"

The Nascent Soul expert was overjoyed upon hearing this, then breathed a sigh of relief: "That's fine too!"

"So that the higher-ups won't think I'm not reliable in my work."

"Fellow Daoist, I'll repay you when I have the chance in the future."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, taking away the five boxes made of different materials: "Fellow Daoist, may our paths cross again someday!"

Royal power...

"Really leaving?"

"Hmm, fellow Daoist, there's no need to stop me!"