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

Wang Quan didn't care about Ying Jiaren's baby at all.

In his view, this remote and impoverished polar region was devoid of anything of value except for various dangers.

Or perhaps Yingjiaren sealed away the abnormal weather and gave it to me as a trump card?

She doesn't have that ability!

Wang Quan pondered for a moment, then forgot about Ying Jiaren's words.

His attention remained focused on the remaining darkness on the first floor of the second world.

Although the difficulty of clearing that darkness is increasing, it is still much better than before.

At least there is progress, however small, every day.

One year........

Two years........

Three years...

What was once a foot-wide expanse of darkness is now reduced to just a tiny patch.

Wang Quan and others finally saw hope.

However, apart from the Daoist cultivators, the other cultivators were not very excited about this.

Especially the new cultivators: they couldn't even enter the second layer of the world, so naturally they didn't know what it meant when the last bit of darkness was cleared away.

Most orthodox monks are not very familiar with safe zones.

Those who have some understanding of it, and while they have some expectations, are not particularly concerned about it.

In their view, the safe zone was simply a place for them to stay in the second layer of the world.

In the far west, the most important thing is actually the present world.

As time went on, all the Daoist cultivators, including Wang Quan, became excited.

Every day, everyone finishes their tasks and affairs in the real world, and then rushes into the second layer of the world to work overtime to clean up the last bit of darkness.

The evil multi-barreled cannons were even more enthusiastic.

"For freedom!"

"Freedom is just around the corner!"

"For love!"

"Strive! Fight! Defeat evil and drive out darkness!"

Just as everyone was working enthusiastically, Wang Quan received more good news:

The final foundation-building material for the Master of Ceremonies and the Dreamy Taoist Nun has finally been completed.

Upon receiving the message, Wang Quan immediately left the second layer of the world and returned to the present world to meet the two female cultivators, Master of Ceremonies and Dream.

These two nuns are now taking turns on duty here.

They found out as soon as the last material was successfully crafted, and then they couldn't wait to contact the royal authority.

Upon seeing Wang Quan arrive, the two female cultivators ran over excitedly, carrying materials, and asked, "The materials are all ready, what's the next step?"

Wang Quan patted the head of the female officiant and smiled, "Open up your inner area. I'll go inside and rebuild the foundation platform for you."

master of ceremonies......

dream.......

The two female cultivators were completely dumbfounded.

Do you want to hear what you're saying? Let's go to our interior location and build the construction platform?

The interior setting lies somewhere between reality and illusion.

How could a living person enter such a place?

They looked at Wang Quan and noticed the man's serious expression: "You...can you really enter our inner world?"

Wang Quan nodded: "That's right!"

Seeing his seriousness, the two female cultivators immediately believed him: "Okay!"

"When are you going in?"

Wang Quan: "Now!"

"good!"

After a short while, the master of ceremonies, a Taoist nun, sat upright on the five-colored altar and recited a Taoist incantation according to the method taught by the king.

She didn't recognize this Taoist saying, nor could she interpret it.

All I know is that the sound is strange.

As she chanted, she felt light and incredibly comfortable, wishing she could stay there forever.

At this moment, Wang Quan spoke in the Dao and chanted incantations.

After a dozen or so breaths, his body became faintly visible, and at the same time, it began to shrink continuously, quickly turning into the size of a peanut.

The ethereal Taoist nun, observing closely, exclaimed in amazement, "You actually shrunk, and it wasn't just an illusion?"

Wang Quan laughed and said, "Once your strength reaches a certain level, your illusions will be able to become real, and you will be able to do that too."

The Daoist nun sighed, "I'm afraid I'll never be able to do it in this lifetime."

During her years in the far west, she met many cultivators who were more powerful than her.

Those cultivators had more Taoist scriptures and more powerful spells than her, but she had never seen anyone who could make an illusion appear real like Wang Quan.

Moreover, she had never seen anything like it that could be made to fit his size so perfectly.

Meanwhile, those cultivators more powerful than her died one after another.

The corpses of today have become top-tier zombies, walking underground, forming military formations, and gradually eroding the earth's fire, water, and feng shui.

If it weren't for the protection of the royal power, she felt that with her own strength and luck, she would probably have died long ago.

The Daoist nun was momentarily dazed.

When she came to her senses, Wang Quan had shrunk to the size of a mayfly and crawled into the master of ceremonies' nostril.

He flew through the master of ceremonies' nostrils toward his head while chanting incantations.

Then, in his line of sight, the head of the Taoist nun became something between reality and illusion.

He passed through bones, through brains, and into a starry sky.

The starry sky was chaotic, a hazy gray expanse with scattered rays of light flickering.

"Every starlight is an interior setting!"

Wang Quan released the aura of the master of ceremonies and chanted incantations.

In the next instant, the stars changed, and a star came hurtling in.

The stars were dim and illusory, with many cracks on them.

Wang Quan's heart stirred, and he stepped into it.

The next moment, he appeared in the master of ceremonies' interior scene.

The first time Wang Quan physically entered another person's inner world, he felt it was quite mysterious.

He entered the interior space as if entering a room in the real world.

However, the room in front of them was cramped, narrow, and dilapidated.

He even had a feeling:

If I stomp my feet hard and practice my [Life Cultivation] techniques, I can definitely destroy this inner realm.

He looked around and found that there were some earthly evil spirits circulating in this inner landscape, and in the middle was an altar.

The altar was small and quite simple.

One after another, the earthly evil spirits drilled into it, then emerged, repeatedly tempering the altar.

However, the number of Earthly Fiends is small, and the foundation of their altars is small.

The quenching effect is not good.

"Then, the next step is to improve her Foundation Establishment cultivation."

Wang Quan patted the treasure bag, and architectural tools such as squares, ink lines, spirit levels, calipers, and compasses flew out.

These tools are very sophisticated, incorporating the experience of master craftsmen, and can measure interior spaces independently.

call!call!call!

The king unleashed his magic, which transformed into pairs of small wings that were attached to the tools to speed them up.

These tools lived up to his expectations, measuring every nook and cranny of the interior in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

After compiling a large amount of data, Wang Quan calculated and deduced the new position.

Then, he grabbed the treasure pouch containing the materials and threw it upwards, then sprayed a breath of magic power to enhance it.

Whoosh!

The treasure pouch opened and sprayed out pieces of foundation building materials.

Wang Quan patted the box at his waist, and paper figures flew out of it.

At the same time, he picked up a flute and started playing it.

The flute played a melodious tune, and many paper figures, following the sound, carried materials and began to work.

At the same time, the master of ceremonies' fundamental laws, spells, and magical powers were also arranged in an orderly manner, leaping and turning to the sound of the flute.