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

Glug!

City Lord Ghost.Destroy996 swallowed hard.

Looking at the large ship, he felt a surge of fear, his legs trembled, and he almost fell over.

A ghost asked, "What's wrong with you?"

The city lord swallowed hard: "I feel like this huge ship is going to swallow me whole."

The monster laughed: "It's just a ship."

"Let's go, get on the boat!"

After a cup of tea:

On the Terminator ship, the former city lord held tightly to the monster beside him, and he saw hundreds of pairs of leaky, skeletal wings flapping.

On the large ship, the dead fish-like vertical eyes swirled and emitted beams of light that shone on the heads of many ghosts and monsters.

"Don't panic, everyone. This big ship is drawing you away from your escape route."

"The stronger your desire to escape is, the faster this ship will go."

"And it will take you to a place where your enemies will not find you."

Splash! Splash!

With its leaky wings flapping, the large ship soared faster and faster:

[Ghost Emperor's Heart] pondered: "If the Flower-Scattering Taoist can come to the far north, it means that he will be able to go to the far south and far east in the future."

"I can't go anywhere."

"I'm going somewhere else."

"That's right. The Flower-Scattering Taoist only has the Foundation Establishment cultivation level. He can go to the Underworld, walk in the present world, and walk in the second layer of the world."

"But he absolutely cannot go to the third layer of the world."

"It will take him 1,800 years to condense his golden core and step into the third world."

"With such a long time to pass, I won't feel awkward even if I see him again in the future."

"Moreover, this rebellion in the underworld will at most affect the present world."

"I hid in the third world in one go, with the second world in between as a barrier, so it would be safer."

"Also... if I go to the third world, although it will cause a little commotion, the third world is full of evil, and no one will care about me; no one will grab me and refine me instantly."

Thinking of this, he smiled.

..........

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The large ship set sail, soaring straight into the sky.

The former city lord looked down at the earth and suddenly smiled with relief: "Fellow Daoist, farewell!"

"We'll never see each other again!"

No, we will meet again.

"The next time we meet, I will be the Lord of the Rings, and you... will be a prisoner."

"I will step over your corpses and climb to the highest point."

"quack!"

.......

boom!

The Terminator ship was getting faster and faster. When it reached the first layer of gale, it broke through the barrier and entered the real world.

Click!Click!

Chains appeared out of thin air, binding the [Ghost Emperor's Heart].

However, in the next instant, the Terminator, carrying the [Ghost Emperor's Heart], rushed into the second layer of the world.

Whoosh!

The chains of the present world pierce the second layer.

At this moment, the large ship tore through the second and third barriers and plunged into the third layer of the world.

Upon entering the third layer of the world, a dazzling golden light erupted from [Ghost Emperor's Heart].

Golden light flowed, illuminating all directions, and wherever it passed, evil creatures screamed in agony and vanished into thin air in an instant.

Golden light shone on the ground, and black smoke rose from the earth with a crackling sound.

After a short while, [Ghost Emperor's Heart] finally managed to calm down the abnormality caused by his own position.

At this moment, the large ship sailed on, and it is unknown how long it took before it stopped.

At this moment, below the large ship stretched hundreds of thousands of miles of white land.

The edge of the white landscape is being swallowed up by darkness little by little.

However, at the center of the white background, a milky white light gradually expanded.

Upon seeing this, [Ghost Emperor's Heart] had a sudden thought: "The greatest hermits are hidden in the city."

"There's a safe zone here. If I hide here and keep a low profile, who will find me?"

Thinking of this, a smile crept onto his face: "Then...land!"

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In the present world, in Stone City, on the Fire Mulberry Tree:

Wang Quan sat upright, watching the flames drift across the sky, fall into the gourd of the Sunflower Spirit, and then fall down, where they were picked up and stored by various spirits.

Beneath the Fire Mulberry Tree, thousands of tumor-like monsters shook their heads, creating a new brain for him.

Further away, there were numerous spirits, new-style cultivators, people worshipping the sun, moon, and stars, and people from all directions.

Orthodox cultivators mechanically and tediously refine [spiritual soil], [earth veins], and [spiritual veins] to strengthen the foundation of Stone City.

One after another, the Yang Gods entered the second world through the special three-story pavilion, or returned from the second world.

On the distant city wall, spirits have planted special spiritual plants.

Those spiritual plants can strengthen the city walls and amplify their power.

Some vine-like spiritual plants even spread along the city walls to the outside, attempting to entangle the abnormal climate outside.

However, every time an unusual weather event occurs, these vine-like spiritual plants either disappear into thin air, turn into ashes, or solidify into stone.

However, those spiritual plants, propelled by the massive amounts of excrement from spirits and monsters, continued to multiply and attempt again.

On the city wall, there were many orthodox cultivators, along with many new cultivators, using the Water Grinding Technique to gradually interact with and dissolve the abnormal climate.

Various spells flew out like raindrops.

The abnormal climate is gradually collapsing.

Although the efficiency is very low, progress is being made steadily.

In the vast stone city, everything is moving in a positive direction.

In the past, Wang Quan would have been secretly delighted.

However, after being reminded by [Ghost Emperor's Heart], he looked at everything again and discovered something amiss.

The spirits of Stone City continued to work happily, just as before.

However, the monsters that evolved and transformed from them were acting strangely.

Many monsters clearly act with emotion in mind.

He even saw some monsters muttering curses, cursing the human cultivators, asking why they were made to do such dirty and tiring work.

"By what right did they abduct the beauties from the fox, cat, and rabbit clans?"

"We are also among the best of our race, and we are entitled to reproduce."

"But what's left for us now are all misshapen and broken fruits; we can't even bring ourselves to eat them!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan frowned inwardly, feeling displeased: "Just because of some beautiful demon women, the demon race is already harboring resentment?"

"That's really... shouldn't be happening."

"I'm going to reprimand them later, and even make rules and regulations to curb this trend."

He continued to observe the demon race and discovered that their resentment stemmed not only from their love for beautiful women, but also from their discontent regarding labor and resources.

"Stone City is developing, and the far west also needs development."

"Now all we can do is cry about these demons."

"However, once I help them solve the problem of needing beautiful women to reproduce, their resentment will lessen by a third."

As she pondered, she looked at the new monk.

He frowned after observing for only a short while.

If the resentment of the demon race is one, then the resentment of these new cultivators is five.

These new practitioners were full of resentment.

Many new practitioners even cut corners when doing things, or even deliberately destroy things.

This result left Wang Quan bewildered: "The mortality rate for the new cultivators in this Stone City is only one in ten."

"Even the unluckiest new-style cultivator will not die for more than a day."

"If you're lucky, you might live on."

"In other polar cities, the mortality rate is as high as 99 percent, and the longest-lived person can only live for three days."

"I provide them with food and clothing, and I even arrange their posthumous jobs in a well-organized manner."

Why are they dissatisfied?