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

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The large drill made my heart race.

This whip was a reward from the masters for his hard work throughout the year.

Normally, even men need to use magic to break a whip.

But now, if you lash an ordinary female cultivator with the whip, it will burst.

There's something wrong with this female nun.

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!

Drops of sweat rolled down his face.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Da Zuanfeng felt his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

He pressed hard on his chest, but... it didn't work.

terrible!

want to cry!

I want to escape!

But... there's no escaping it.

The middle-aged female cultivator sighed, "Why are you sweating so much?"

The giant drill trembled: "The magical artifact... exploded!"

The female cultivator was stunned for a moment, then slapped her forehead and said with annoyance, "That's right, I haven't touched a magic artifact for over a thousand years, and I've even forgotten what magic artifacts are; moreover, when you hit me, my body was stronger than a magic artifact, so it naturally snapped, which is why I was exposed."

"Honestly, it's been so long since I've played the role of a low-level cultivator, I've forgotten how to act it out."

The giant drill trembled...

The nun sighed, "Do not be afraid, and there is no need to worry."

"I was actually granted permission by the Drowning Headquarters to come to Stone City this time."

"I'm here without harming Stone City, and I even brought some rewards as compensation from the Drowning Tunnel Headquarters."

"All of this will make Stone City a better place!"

Da Zuanfeng was completely unconvinced and sneered inwardly, "Although I may have a pig's brain, I also possess great wisdom."

"Those who arrive furtively must have ill intentions."

He was silent.

The female cultivator didn't mind, but instead asked Da Zuanfeng some questions about Stone City.

These are things that anyone could learn by staying in Stone City for three to five days, so Da Zuanfeng didn't hide anything and explained them all.

Finally, the female cultivator mentioned the second layer of the world: "I heard that you have opened up a temporary safe zone in the second layer of the world?"

Big Drill Wind nodded: "Not bad!"

"We started development a year ago, and now, more than a year later, everyone is still working hard!"

The female cultivator sighed inwardly, "As expected, the anomaly causing the hysteria is too powerful; it can even penetrate the city's defensive mechanisms."

"This place isn't safe. I'll tell those minor Daoist cultivators to take them back to headquarters as soon as possible."

While pondering, she asked again, "Where can you step into the second layer of the world and see the temporary safe zone?"

After hesitating for a moment, Da Zuanfeng pointed to a strange little house in front of him: "Let the Yang God enter the house and you can step inside."

The female cultivator looked out and saw streams of Yang spirits continuously entering the small house.

In the short time it takes to drink a cup of tea, she discovered that tens of thousands of Yang Gods were entering and leaving the place.

"Based on this logic, it's possible that a million Yang Gods enter and exit the second layer of the world each day?"

"Aren't they afraid of dying?"

As she pondered, her thoughts raced, and she released her own primordial spirit.

Her primordial spirit was powerful enough to easily disguise herself as a Yang God and enter the small house on the roof where many cannons were crouching.

Once inside, she looked around and saw the three-layered structure and the three-layered mechanism structure. She suddenly realized: "The cultivators of Stone City are probably influenced by the hints from the second-level inner landscape event and are trying to create a comprehensive small safe zone through this trick."

"But...it's too difficult."

The female cultivator adjusted her state, took a step forward with her primordial spirit, and directly entered the second layer of the world.

After her primordial spirit entered, the next instant, everything before her caused her mind to tremble and her thoughts to become chaotic. Her primordial spirit fluctuated violently, and even the disguise she wore outside began to crack.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

She slapped herself a few times, looking completely bewildered: "Am I having hysteria? Or... did I see reality?"

In the eyes of this female cultivator, what she saw was: a room that was not very big, densely packed with Yang spirits the size of grains of rice and peanuts.

Nearly a million Yang Gods sat beneath two white, misty walls, spewing out streams of magical power and chanting scrolls of Taoist scriptures.

She also saw a human-sized Yang spirit struggling to write scriptures on the third wall.

Even more bizarrely:

Darkness churned on the wall, and in some places, hazy white Daoist runes tore through the darkness, gradually emerging.

The darkness roared, transforming into chains that locked stalemate with the emerging Daoist texts, attempting to drag them into the darkness.

In the distance, tens of thousands of Daoist cultivators were either casting spells to resist strange evil beings whose heads were multi-barreled cannons, whose lower bodies were spiders, humans, or even books.

Or one can recite the "Spirit of Salvation" and transform it into a spear to continuously strike down evil.

The cultivators had clear roles: some kept appearing, while others returned to the real world to recover.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

On the second and third floors, the sound of war drums could be heard incessantly.

She looked up and saw many evil things upstairs, beating drums, waving flags, and shouting encouragement.

The female cultivator's mind was buzzing. She forgot about her own supernatural powers and instead walked step by step toward the white, misty wall.

As she ran, countless tiny Yang spirits, each the size of a grain of rice, passed through her body, then emitted pleasurable sounds: "Overlapping with this Yang spirit feels so good."

"I only overlapped with her for a fleeting moment, and all the mana I had consumed was restored."

"This yang spirit feels so good!"

"Come on, everyone, overlap with her, so that we can bless the Daoist scriptures without limit and never have to return to the real world to restore our magic power."

Whoosh!

The countless grains of rice-like spirits drilled into the female cultivator's primordial spirit.

The female cultivator seemed oblivious. Touching the wall shrouded in Daoist scriptures, she was momentarily disoriented: "It really is a temporary safe zone!"

"This white light has some properties that can dispel evil and restore magical power!"

"Two of the four walls are already covered with writing."

"The amount of magic power stored within is enormous!"

She looked at the spirit writing scriptures on the wall, and then walked over step by step.

As she approached, she saw the golden, radiant Yang God struggling to write.

With each Daoist text he wrote, golden sweat would appear on his Yang Shen (spirit).

The female cultivator, dazed, said, "Get out of the way."

"You're too weak, I'll write the Buddhist scriptures instead!"

"With so many cultivators, why don't they help you write it? If they did, you would have finished writing it long ago."

"The safe zone was already established long ago!"

As she spoke, she pushed away the yang spirit who was writing scriptures.

And this Yang God is none other than Wang Quan.

He was engrossed in writing when suddenly a Yang spirit covered in cracks appeared, pushed him aside, and tried to take his place in writing the sutra.

"You can write scriptures?" he asked suspiciously.

The female cultivator, somewhat dazed, nodded subconsciously: "Of course I can write!"

"And it writes even better than you."

Wang Quan was delighted: "Great! You write first, I'll go back to the real world to recover my magic power."

"Um!"

call out!

The king has returned to the real world and restored the power of the "Spirit of Salvation".

The female cultivator took a deep breath, her body trembling, and gathered her magical power to begin writing a Daoist scripture: "Although I don't know why this place is suitable for writing Daoist scriptures, or why it can create a temporary safe zone."

"But... none of that matters anymore!"

"Because I came."

"I filled the entire floor with Taoist scriptures in one go, completely transforming this area into a safe zone."

"Activate the security zone features of this layer."

"Then, leveraging the snowball effect, we will conquer the second and third floors, as well as the three additional floors behind the mechanisms."

"In this way, a truly safe zone will be created."

"At that time..."

The nun smiled.

With a smile playing on her lips and eyes full of hope and anticipation, she frantically unleashed her magical power while inscribing Taoist characters and writing Buddhist scriptures.

One word...

One hundred words...

One thousand words...

The Daoist scripture continued rapidly, the white light increased, and the female cultivator smiled.

But the next moment, her smile froze.

Because... the Taoist scriptures she wrote all disappeared in an instant.

Snapped!

The female monk slapped herself hard across the face, terrified: "Am I developing hysteria too?"

"No, that was all an illusion."

"I'll try again!"