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

In the teleportation hall, a huge teleportation vortex spun, and with every breath, a large number of cultivators emerged from it.

As soon as the monks came out, they saw various lantern spirits leading the way.

Guided by the lantern spirit, many cultivators and spirits quickly integrated into Stone City and became part of it.

Among the many cultivators, there was a middle-aged female cultivator.

She was of average appearance and looked ordinary.

However, she was actually sent by the Drowning Channel headquarters to observe Stone City.

Because, just over six months ago, the Drowning Channel headquarters received news in the second-floor interior that Stone City was developing a safe zone and had a good chance of success.

Many Daoist cultivators disregarded this.

They thought the monks of Stone City had gone mad, were delusional, or had been infected by the unusual climate, so nobody cared.

However, as time went on, some people at the drowning channel headquarters discovered:

The Daoist cultivators of Stone City were still gleefully boasting about their second-level world safety zone.

However, such boasting by a few people is not even a drop in the ocean in the vast second-level interior. Apart from a few people from the Drowning Headquarters who paid attention to it, no one else cared.

The drowning headquarters is paying attention to this matter not because they trust the authorities, but because:

Some monks at headquarters believe they have been silently affected by the unusual weather and are experiencing hysteria.

They encounter this kind of hysteria many times; it is very difficult and challenging to treat.

Moreover, the lowest level of cultivators who suffer from hysteria are those at the Dharma Aspect level, and treating them is extremely difficult.

Now that they've seen this group of hysterical individuals appear in Stone City, they immediately set their sights on them, preparing to experiment on them, deduce and research some spells, and thus treat other advanced cultivators.

Therefore, the headquarters of the Drowning Channel dispatched this middle-aged female cultivator.

This female cultivator possessed a high cultivation level and formidable strength. This time, she brought with her top-tier protective artifacts for her inner realm and soul, in order to prevent herself from developing hysteria.

After arriving in Stone City, she originally intended to enter the second layer of the world as soon as possible to see the temporary safe zone mentioned by the junior cultivators and determine the severity of their hysteria.

Then, using any excuse, they brought these hysterical members back to headquarters for various studies.

As a result, after arriving in Stone City, she was attracted by its hustle and bustle.

In her mind, apart from the headquarters cities of unorthodox sects and orthodox sects, any city in the far west was decaying, lifeless, and hopeless.

Even if those cities can produce food, grow medicinal herbs, and have even completed their internal circulation to some extent, just like the normal human world.

However, the people in the city were filled with fear and despair, living for the moment.

The whole city was lifeless and devoid of hope.

But the Stone City before us is different.

Although the city was simple, both the spirits busy planting the Five Elements Fruit Trees and the cultivators offering sandalwood incense to worship the four directions and the twenty-four solar terms gave her a strange feeling:

"These creatures... seem to lack feelings of fear and despair?"

"No, they also experience fear and despair."

"But there is hope in many more lives."

"How can there be hope for a bunch of cannon fodder waiting to die?"

When she saw martial artists secretly picking up the monster's excrement, smearing it on the wall, and secretly eating it to boost their qi and blood, her head buzzed.

Because she sensed both despair and hope coexisting in this martial artist.

"If they're surviving by stealing manure, what hope is there?"

"This shouldn't be the case."

"Am I being affected by the strange weather and my mind is going haywire? No, a powerful figure gave me a level 12 magic treasure to protect my mind and inner world, so I haven't gone haywire."

A thought struck her, and she stepped forward to the martial artist: "Why are you eating these?"

The martial artist was taken aback for a moment, then smiled wryly and said, "I'm just a martial artist, not even a cultivator of the new method."

"And the excrement of spirits is a great medicine for us."

"I'll become stronger by eating this."

The middle-aged female cultivator asked in confusion, "But even after becoming stronger, you can still die!"

"For a weakling like you to survive in this city for three days is already incredibly lucky!"

The martial artist laughed: "But do you know how long I've lived here?"

The middle-aged female cultivator shook her head.

The martial artist grinned, "It's been three months!"

"I know a martial artist who has lived the longest, for over a year."

"We go out on a mission once a month, and every time, he and I survive."

"Just last month, he became a new cultivator, leaping over the dragon gate and becoming high-level cannon fodder."

"As for me, as long as I step into the Grandmaster realm, even without spiritual roots, I can become a body cultivator among the new cultivators through secret medicines, or I can become high-level cannon fodder."

"Or perhaps, I will continue on my path of martial arts."

The middle-aged female cultivator was even more bewildered.

When she came to her senses, she saw that the martial artist was holding sandalwood incense and worshipping the sun.

"Why are you worshipping the sun?"

The martial artist laughed: "The big shots above said that worshipping the Great Sun will make the local sunlight even stronger."

"At that time, we can collect more sunlight, refine it, cleanse the abnormal and evil, and then open up a safe zone."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged female cultivator was horrified: "Good heavens, I didn't expect the abnormal weather that caused the hysteria to be so powerful that it could actually affect the people in the city."

"Tell me, where is the place where sunlight is refined?"

After a short while, the middle-aged female cultivator saw a towering mountain of dung and the [Sunflower Essence] on it.

She also saw a large number of spirits frantically carving up a spiritual field under the whip of a fat pig spirit.

It was a spirit field covering a hundred acres, surrounded by a frame hundreds of meters high, on which stood spirits such as bull demons, elephants, and hippos.

These spirits, including birds and other spirits, had their mouths open and were constantly being fed food.

Pfft!Pfft!Pfft!

They devour their food and then excrete their droppings onto the fields.

Dung beetles and other spirits rummage through the dung.

From time to time, spirits would shout, "For the sake of future generations!"

call out!

The monster descended from the sky, landed in the field, and was smashed into a pulp.

The spirits quickly smeared blood and flesh on many corners of the field.

"For the cattle!"

boom!

"For the elephants!"

boom!

Every now and then, some spirits would jump down and die, their blood and flesh mixed with excrement, becoming the foundation for opening up the spiritual fields.

The middle-aged female cultivator looked bewildered and confused upon seeing this scene.

Because she also saw despair and hope coexisting in these spirits.

"This is not normal!"

"Is there something wrong with the magic item? Am I being affected by hysteria?"

Just then, a whip lashed her.

She froze for a moment, then cried out, "It hurts! It hurts so much! It hurts so much!"

The fat pig demon looked at his own shattered whip, then at the female cultivator screaming in exaggerated pain, and his heart raced.