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

The king sat high in the sky:

He cast a spell, releasing countless "Dharma Eyes" to survey the surroundings and observe all directions.

Click!

The evils, under the earnest lash of the [Whippers], had their foundations eroded.

Click!

They made adobe bricks to build the foundation.

Click!

Layer upon layer of adobe walls were built.

However, no evil army came.

Even the fake King of Reincarnation, who was running around everywhere, stopped coming.

I don't know if it was scorched by the sun, or... it's not in this direction.

One hour...

one day..........

Three days...

The first floor of the attic has been completed.

When this floor was completed, many evil people knelt on the ground, weeping with joy: "We're liberated! We don't have to work anymore!"

Wang Quan looked at the [whipper].

The Whipper blinked his clear eyes, looking completely bewildered.

Wang Quan sighed: "From now on, if I glance at you and you don't understand what I mean, I'll just grab a few dirt guys and whip them for a while."

"I was smoking while thinking."

"Once you've figured it out, then go and do it."

"oh!"

The Whipper grabbed the whip and lashed it wildly at the group of evil people.

The evil creatures rolled on the ground in pain, crying, "Stop hitting us, let's get to work!"

The Whipper blinked his clear, large eyes, watching the evil natives continue their work, and suddenly laughed: "Master, I understand!"

Wang Quan parted the clouds, looked down, and asked, "What have you realized?"

The one who whipped them said gleefully, "When in doubt, just give them a good beating."

"If you're still not sure, then give me another beating!"

"There's nothing a good beating can't solve; if there is, then give it another beating."

Wang Quan's expression changed drastically, and he gasped, "Good heavens, you've actually become a philosopher?"

"Truly terrifying...!"

Wang Quan was bewildered.

At this moment, [The Whipper] looked up, blinking curiously: "Sir, what is a philosopher?"

Wang Quan thought for a moment and said, "Someone like you who is good at thinking is a philosopher."

The Critic winks: "Me, a philosopher?"

Wang Quan: "Hmm!"

The whipper suddenly understood and then kept the king's words firmly in mind.

one day....

Three days....

Ten days...

A three-story attic was built.

The king suppressed the dust and smoke from the seventy-two roads, which then settled on the top of the pavilion.

He patted the cannons on top, stomped his feet, sensed the inner layer of the attic, and then patted the Suyue paper-cutting box, releasing paper figures one by one.

Many paper figures landed and began to carve Taoist scriptures.

When they were carving Taoist scriptures, the king recited the "Scripture of Salvation" to bless them.

Bilibili!

Girgh!

Ee-yah-yah!

Streams of magical power burned, transforming into the power of the "Scripture of Salvation," which descended upon the pavilion.

one day....

Three days....

Five days...

The final volume of the Taoist scripture has been carved.

As Wang Quan ascended into the air, he surveyed his surroundings. His numerous "Dharma Eyes" swirled and turned, revealing no evil within a radius of ten thousand miles.

"How can things stay quiet for so long when the sun is shining brightly?"

"So you guys bully the weak and fear the strong too!"

After a while, he adjusted his mindset, descended to the top of the attic, set up the altar, and began to perform the ritual.

He wants to connect the third world and the safe zone of the second world.

The procedure for taking the stage this time is the same as before.

However, he secretly prepared to summon the [Sky Patrol Treasure] to strike at any time.

"If the Sky-Patrolling Treasure can't withstand the attack, I'll temporarily return to the second layer of the world and wait for the [Drowning Dao Court] and [Sunshine] permissions to be restored."

"If neither of these two permissions can protect the third layer of security."

"Then I will use the [World's Dao Court] to strike."

"In short, I must build this safe zone in the third world."

"I want to try out the difference between the four-way and three-way connections."

His thoughts raced as he continued casting the spell.

A cup of tea's time...

A quarter of an hour...

Half an hour...

Click!

The attic beneath my feet suddenly trembled.

The next moment, a milky white light emerged from the first-floor attic.

The evil beings, such as the Whipper, were illuminated by the light, and immediately began to emit black smoke, then screamed and retreated madly.

"Master, please stop your supernatural powers!"

"That Mrs. Hikari is amazing!"

"It hurts so much!"

The indigenous evildoers fled in all directions.

Wang Quan looked at the [Whipper] with disdain: Pain? Can it compare to the evil pain of being shrouded in the blazing sun just now, the pain of so much ashes being reduced to ashes?

At this moment, the [Whipper] was initially bewildered, but soon a look of sudden realization appeared in his clear eyes: "Master, I understand!"

Wang Quan blinked: "It actually understood the disdain in my eyes?"

"Has this guy developed a resistance to the 'Idiot Path'?"

"This evil and terrifying creature must not be allowed to live!"

A murderous intent rose in his mind.

In the next instant, the Whipper was seen wielding a whip, leading a group of companions, and furiously lashing the fleeing evil.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

A lash of whips tore the skin of the evil group apart, leaving them bloodied and mangled, a truly pitiful sight.

Many evils, under the lash, immediately became much more docile.

Even their eyes seemed much clearer.

Although it is not as powerful as the fundamental law of the idiot path, Wang Quan felt that in a few days it would definitely be comparable to the fundamental law of the idiot path.

"This lash-out is actually not bad."

Seeing the [whipper] vigorously whipping evil, the king's murderous intent dissipated.

At this moment, he focused more on the "Dharma Eyes" in all directions.

Glug!

The [Dharma Eye] rotates, beams of light, like vertical fans, scanning in all directions.

The entire area within a radius of ten thousand miles was observed with exceptional detail by the Dharma Eye.

After a short while, Wang Quan failed to notice the approaching evil army. He seemed to realize something: "It seems that killing is still the best way to solve things."

"If I encounter a similar situation in the future, I will just handle it the same way I did this time."

While he was thinking, he took a step out and appeared in the safe zone inside the attic.

This security zone is exactly the same as the security zone in the second layer of the world.

Eating the food from this safe zone would restore all his magical power with just one serving.

He stayed here and discovered that with each breath, he could restore two thousand strands of magical power.

At the same time, he also discovered that this layer of security was slowly but steadily expanding.

Although the expansion speed is not fast, it is the same as the expansion speed of the second-level world safe zone.

At the same time, he could also clearly perceive:

The foundation of this safe zone is slowly but steadily increasing.

The many Taoist scriptures carved on the wall began to slowly move, as if they were alive.

He could even sense that the cannons on the first floor were showing signs of activation—just like the evil cannons in the second world back then.

However, those cannons have turned into evil, while the cannons here seem to be transforming into a force guarding the safe zone.

In his mind's eye, he could sense that this safe zone had already been anchored to the second-level safe zone.

He can step out from here and directly enter the underworld, or he can enter the present world or the second layer of the safe zone.

Each safe zone is like a passageway connecting different worlds, linking many worlds together.

"Now, I have opened up the third layer of security and completed the Four Passages achievement."

"So, what kind of favor should the world bestow upon us?"

He looked up: on the rooftop, dozens of divine eyes were also observing the sky, watching to see if any divine favor would descend.

As a result... nothing happened.

"What happened?"

Why does this world not favor us?

"Could it be that this world is completely dead?"

"It's even lost the ability to benefit the creatures that help it?"