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

Wang Quan ascended the stage to perform a ritual, attaching thousands of magical elixirs to his body.

He muttered to himself:

Bilibili!

Streams of magical power emerged from his body, transforming into streaks of colorful smoke and spells, falling from the sky like shooting stars.

Some of the colorful smoke transformed into large dragons, snakes, and vines, merging with the white bones wandering in the ravines.

Colored smoke formed into spheres and rolled left and right on the mirror.

Colored smoke transformed into segments of rectangular prisms, silently settling in specific areas.

Colored smoke fell into flesh and steel creations.

Huff! Huff! Huff!

The steel structure, thousands of meters high and covering dozens of miles, spewed out plumes of black smoke.

Colored smoke lingers within the black smoke, illuminating it.

The black smoke mingled with the rust in the steel artifacts, forming countless spirits.

These elves, carrying hammers, chisels, saws, and other tools, huffed and puffed as they moved among the enormous flesh and steel structures, repairing and mending them.

A vast number of ghosts and monsters, carrying materials and chanting slogans, entered the creation with a heave-ho.

The creation roared within, swallowing the materials and refining them repeatedly.

Some unlucky ghosts and monsters might accidentally be swallowed up by flesh and steel, becoming a part of this strange creation.

Girgh!

The king continued to administer the spells.

He exhaled breaths, which transformed into a strong wind that swept across three thousand miles and penetrated the bodies of many ghosts and the descendants of gods and spirits.

The descendants of ghosts and monsters, having absorbed the strange fragrance emanating from the centaurs, were now intoxicated by the wind.

They roared and howled, full of energy.

call out!call out!call out!

Hundreds of magical external pills were exhausted.

Wang Quan took a deep breath, composed himself, and then cast the spell again.

This time, he patted the [Suyue Paper-cutting Box]:

One by one, alluring palace maids appeared, carrying flower baskets, strolling among the clouds, scattering flower petals.

The petals fell onto various magical materials, silently merging into them and imprinting the power of royal authority.

There were also paper figures that transformed into powerful, muscular men.

These burly men transformed into tiny figures the size of knees, wielding hammers and pounding the materials of magical artifacts, forming Daoist runes.

If Jinghong and the others were to take this seriously, they would watch as Wang Quan cast spells, hammering materials, imprinting Daoist inscriptions, and infusing them with his own aura. They would ponder these actions and try to deduce and imitate them in their minds.

They saw the numerous materials entering the steel creation, and watched thousands upon thousands of ghosts hammering the materials, when they suddenly realized the truth.

one day.....

Three days...

Five days.....

Wang Quan sat high in the clouds, casting spells continuously for seven days and seven nights.

On the eighth day, the entire three-thousand-mile treasure-refining area was operating normally.

call!

Ruo Jinghong and the others exhaled a breath of stale air and bowed to Wang Quan, saying, "We have gained some insights from observing you refine the treasure today, fellow Daoist."

"Our future treasure-refining will surely be much smoother."

"Fellow Daoist, farewell!"

Wang Quan smiled and shook his head: "Everyone, the treasure refining has only just begun."

"Just you wait and see what I've got!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and released a plume of colored smoke downwards.

The colorful smoke, like a shooting star, trailed a long tail as it fell from the sky, landing at the same level as the master of ceremonies and then exploding with a bang.

boom!

Colorful smoke billowed and rose from it, one by one, colorful smoke sprites.

They flapped their tiny wings, blew their suonas, and traveled three thousand miles:

drop!drop!drop!

The sound of the suona rang out, leaving the working ghosts bewildered.

Upon seeing this, the female officiant quickly pulled out eight more cannons from the clouds.

The Dreamy Taoist Nun descended from the sky to help, and Fairy Qin also came out from her Pure and Immaculate Land to assist.

One is used to fill gunpowder, one to fill shells, and one to install a fuse and adjust its orientation.

After a flurry of activity, the three women were finally ready before the second signal from the royal power arrived.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The three women's hearts raced, and they all looked up at the sky, waiting for the king's second signal.

One breath...

Ten breaths...

Thirty breaths...

Above the clouds, Wang Quan, with disheveled hair, held a command flag and chanted incantations in a guttural voice, spewing out streams of magical power.

A million streams of magical power erupted and scattered across the surrounding ritual surfaces.

The next moment, he threw out a command flag with one hand and pointed downwards with the other.

boom!

The command flag landed in a ritual structure, and the ritual materials burned, turning into colorful smoke that rose into the air.

In the next instant, the colorful smoke that rose into the air rolled back down, like a shooting star, and rushed towards the earth.

Spring is coming!

boom!

The ritual implements and command flags transformed into colorful smoke that exploded.

Below, the three Taoist nuns, Master of Ceremonies, Dream, and Fairy Qin, immediately recognized this as the second signal.

"ignition!"

The master of ceremonies, a Taoist nun, was so excited that she opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of flame

"ignition!"

The dreamlike Taoist nun was overjoyed and conjured flames to ignite the three cannons.

"ignition!"

Qin Xianzi snorted and exhaled a fragrant scent from her nostrils as she rubbed the cannon. Due to the high-speed friction, the fuse ignited.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

One cannon after another roared in fury.

Nine cannons, eight of which landed in all directions, while the last one shot straight into the ground.

The master of ceremonies, a Taoist nun, leaps into the air and performs an ancient "Spring" sacrificial dance.

Dream and Fairy Qin lit cart after cart of sandalwood incense, connecting it with the altars and spirits already prepared in City 95, which then began to perform sacrificial dances.

boom!

The artillery penetrated the earth, drawing out the signs of spring that the land was nurturing.

The breath of spring, having just emerged from the earth, spread throughout the three thousand miles under the worship of the people.

At this moment, the king continued to release colored smoke.

Summer is coming!

Autumn is coming!

Winter is coming!

Colored smoke fell, cannons roared, and the smoke from the sacrificial ceremony filled the sky.

The changing seasons of spring, summer, autumn, and winter emerge and flow across the vast land.

[Performing the Four Seasons] Rotating.

But this is not enough.

Wang Quan soared into the sky, traveled three thousand miles according to a special direction, then split open his own skull, released the inner landscape, and pulled out the Foundation Establishment Platform.

boom!

The Foundation Building Platform, existing between reality and illusion, descended from the sky and hovered over three thousand miles above, blessed by numerous magical powers, rituals, and the "Performance of the Four Seasons."

Click!

As the Foundation Establishment Platform roamed, the power of the "Four Seasons" generated when the platform was condensed was released, and then it connected with the "Four Seasons" activated by the royal power.

Whoosh!

A sound like the flowing of a river rang out.

However, this is not the flow of rivers, but the flow of time formed by the changing seasons.

Time flowed by, unnoticed by the demons who crafted the magical artifacts.

Even Ruo Jinghong and the others outside were unaware of the mystery involved.

"Spring, summer, autumn, and winter?" Meiniang blinked. "What do you mean by that?"

"I feel like something's changed down there, but then again, it seems like nothing's changed at all!"

Wang Quan looked at Ruo Jinghong.

Ruo Jinghong shook her head: "I can't feel any changes either."

Wang Quan sighed inwardly, then looked at the other Daoist cultivators.

As a result, the group of Daoist cultivators all shook their heads, indicating that they had no other insights besides watching the colored smoke and cannons.

Wang Quan sighed, said nothing more, and sat upright on the seventy-two trails of dust, smiling as he said, "Everyone, the treasure refining process has officially begun."

"More than ten years later, the four great magic treasures and two divine weapons will surely be born."

"At that time, I will hold a grand banquet to entertain you all."

Many Daoist cultivators looked at the three thousand miles of treasure-refining land, and then at the three master of ceremonies who were pushing cannons around and running around in the sky, and shook their heads in disbelief.

Although this treasure-refining operation is large-scale, is it possible to refine a magic weapon within a dozen years?

That's wishful thinking!

However... no one said anything, just assumed that Wang Quan had been using too much cheat code a while ago, which caused his brain to become damaged and he hadn't been repaired yet.

"After a few years, once he has his brain repaired, he will definitely take back what he said today."