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

The half-step Golden Core ancestor in the new method carefully turned over and gazed at the night sky.

He saw countless white streams of air rise into the sky and converge beneath that strange mirror.

The mirror's light shone on me, and I felt my mind detach from my body, as if I were floating on air, about to become an immortal.

"Perhaps, this is what it feels like to become an immortal!"

The half-step Golden Core ancestor chuckled.

The newly appointed Golden Core Elder, standing to the side, wept bitterly: "I'm in such a miserable state, and you're still laughing?"

"If you don't die today, I will make you wish you were dead one day."

"Hey... why aren't you lying down properly? Why are you crawling towards me?"

"Stop climbing. I don't like weak people coming near me."

"Hey...are you trying to kill me?"

"I only said a couple of words to you, and you want to kill me?"

"Is it really necessary?"

"Let me tell you, you must never go down the wrong path of bullying the strong and the weak."

"This kind of mistake can often lead you into an abyss."

"Listen to me... ah...!"

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The fifth breath...

The members of the Beiming family within ten generations have begun to die.

Their souls and spirits drifted out, floating aimlessly, about to fall into the underworld.

Just then, a golden, radiant deity appeared beneath the mirror.

This Yang God emitted boundless golden light, illuminating all directions, dazzlingly brilliant.

Many people were dazzled by the golden light and immediately looked down.

At this moment, the Yang God of the King's Power was observing the city of [Beiming].

He saw many creatures look up at him, then quickly lower their heads, and a smile appeared on his lips: "Now you know to submit to me?"

"Unfortunately, it's too late!"

He carried the "Seventy-Two Marquis Lanterns" and shone them forward.

In the next instant, under the power of the Emperor's command to survey the eight directions, the vast city of Beiming was illuminated from all sides by the Seventy-Two Marquis Lamps.

The light of the Seventy-Two Lamps penetrates houses, secret rooms, cellars, ritual implements, and unfinished magical treasures, illuminating every yang spirit, yin spirit, soul, and wandering soul.

As the lights shone, the ghostly screams faded away, and the Yin spirit let out a miserable cry before disappearing in a puff of black smoke.

The Yang spirit panicked and fled wildly toward the Yin realm.

However, they had just set up the ritual, but before they could even start it, it vanished into thin air under the light.

A Yang spirit wanted to escape into the second layer of the world.

As a result, when they stepped out and entered the second layer of the safe zone, the lights actually transcended reality and illusion, following them into the second layer of the world.

The lights shone brightly, but the light from the second layer of the safe zone ignored them, allowing the lights to shine on the many Yang God and Yin God cultivators.

Noisy!Noisy!Noisy!

The Yang and Yin spirits that had escaped inside screamed and turned to ashes.

Meanwhile, many of the Yang and Yin spirits who were already in the safe zone were unknowingly turned to ashes.

"What's going on?"

A cultivator in his true form rushed out of the secret chamber, looking around and asking questions.

One of the severely injured Yang Gods said intermittently, "Just now, there was a dazzling light shining through, like a candle flame suddenly appearing in the darkness."

"Then everyone died."

Upon hearing this, the cultivator was taken aback.

"That candlelight came in with our brothers and sisters who escaped from the present world."

Something bad has happened in the world.

The cultivator in his true form looked grim: "You all must return to the present world immediately and provide support."

The Yang Shen cultivators: "Huh?"

"Our brothers in the current world are all fleeing to the second layer of the world. If we go back, isn't that just suicide?"

The cultivator, his true form filled with exasperation, exclaimed, "Idiot!"

"With all of you experts here, the world can't withstand it."

"Only if you go back can we hold on!"

"Those who just came in are definitely looking for your help."

A group of Yang Shen cultivators felt that it made sense, but also felt that it was inappropriate.

However, under pressure from the cultivators in their original forms, they all returned to the present world.

Upon returning to the present world, they felt the pain of separation from their loved ones.

"What's going on?"

"What happened?"

"Why can't my Yang Spirit return to my Inner Realm? Wait, why is my Inner Realm floating out of my flesh and blood?"

Then they saw seventy-two colors of light descend from the sky, illuminating their entire bodies.

Noisy!Noisy!Noisy!

The newly arrived Yang God cultivators were emitting black smoke. They screamed and tried to escape back to the second layer of the world.

But it was too late.

As the plumes of black smoke dissipated, these returning experts died without even casting a single spell.

Seeing this, several top-tier Foundation Establishment cultivators who were barely clinging to life shed tears of blood.

"Who are you?"

"Why did you attack my [Beiming] family?"

"Our [Beiming] family is known for its benevolence and generosity. We have protected our territory and made countless contributions to the human race."

"How could you attack us?"

"Do you have any conscience?"

Beneath the vast sky, Wang Quan held up the Seventy-Two Lanterns and chuckled, "Conscience?"

"What right do you have to talk to me about conscience?"

"When you stole my spot to go to the orthodox Xuanmen sect, did you have any conscience?"

Upon hearing this, the many experts of the Beiming family suddenly realized: "So he's just a country bumpkin!"

Royal power...

A top-tier Foundation Establishment cultivator sighed, "Although you are intelligent, you come from humble backgrounds. Besides being able to recite texts, you know nothing and can't do anything."

"People like you, if you go to the orthodox sect of Taoism, you'll either become cannon fodder at the very bottom or become mediocre."

"We will arrange for our family's prodigies to replace you, and after they go to the orthodox sect of Xuanmen, they will be able to soar to the sky and rely on the support of the family to act arrogantly and domineeringly."

"They will surely be high above in the orthodox sects of Taoism, and will surely achieve extraordinary things. In doing so, they will bring glory to the Great Liang Empire and to the human race."

"In this situation, would you choose the high and mighty, or the mediocre?"

Wang Quan laughed in fury: "Your family's prodigies are so powerful, why don't you compete for the orthodox positions in the Xuanmen sect yourselves? Instead, you're stealing ours!"

"Do you know the price I paid and the hardships I endured when I memorized nine thousand volumes of Taoist scriptures?"

One Foundation Establishment cultivator sighed, "Our [Beiming] family's prodigies are all young, lively, and restless. They can't calm down and don't like memorizing Daoist scriptures."

"However, once they take your place and step into the orthodox sect of Xuanmen, they will understand the hardships you faced back then."

"Therefore, they will transform, be reborn from the ashes, and demonstrate the abilities that geniuses should have, striving for the future of humanity."

"And you will go from being mediocre cannon fodder in the orthodox sects to becoming top masters in the unorthodox sects, enjoying unparalleled glory."

"You see, everything we've arranged is actually very good."

"You should be grateful, not repay kindness with enmity!"

Wang Quan was stunned: "I thought I was shameless enough."

"I never expected you guys to be even more shameless than me!"

"They stole my opportunity, mocked me, despised me, and distorted the truth."

"I can't argue with you!"

Upon hearing this, the remaining Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Beiming family revealed their delight: "Since you are not as sharp-tongued as us, you should quickly put away your magic weapon and admit your mistake."

"We are not unreasonable people. We will plead with the orthodox sect of Xuanmen to let you join them and rise to a high position."

Wang Quan laughed: "I may not be eloquent, but my magical weapon is sharp!"

"Can your sharp tongues withstand the power of my magical treasure?"

These Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Beiming family were stunned and speechless.