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

The ancestors of the Beiming clan, who had transformed into ghosts and gods, looked at the sky with fear and unease.

Because a perfectly square platform appeared in the sky.

The platform was filled with weapons such as swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks.

The weapons were like a forest, each exuding a terrifying aura, capable of shattering the souls of these ancient gods and spirits from a great distance.

They wanted to escape, but they dared not.

They felt that if they turned around, any weapon above them could unleash a burst of power and kill them.

[The Celestial Treasure]

"I'm going to die!"

One by one, the ghosts and spirits were filled with despair.

Faced with the [Heavenly Patrol Treasure], let alone them, even if their ancestors at their peak jumped out, they would still perish.

Because this [Sky-Patrolling Treasure] is a treasure used on large-scale battlefields.

Each activation is extremely costly, but its power is equally immense.

Let alone ghosts and gods, even demons and gods more powerful than ghosts and gods cannot withstand the attack of the [Sky Patrol Treasure].

Only the [Sky-Patrol Treasure] can withstand the [Sky-Patrol Treasure].

As for the Beiming family, they have only risen to prominence in the last few tens of thousands of years. Let alone the Tianxun magic weapon, they can't even assemble the components for it.

Just then, several descendants who had fled in from the present world cried out, "Ancestors, you have ancestors too, right? Please, your ancestors, help us!"

Upon hearing this, one of the ghosts suddenly realized something, its eyes lighting up as it exclaimed, "We can't withstand the attack of the [Sky Patrol Treasure]!"

"Even our sleeping ancestors couldn't withstand it."

"But... something should be able to hold it for a while, right?"

The other Northern Underworld spirits: "Hmm?"

"What do you mean?"

The ghost, suddenly struck by a brilliant idea, looked at the large box.

The dozens of Foundation Establishment cultivators guarding the large box were already stunned by the power of the [Sky Patrol Treasure] and were completely unable to move, their thoughts even frozen.

These [Northern Underworld] ghosts and gods, relying on their family's management and the fact that the [Heavenly Patrol Treasure] has not yet directly locked onto them, can still communicate with each other and even move slightly.

At this moment, all the Northern Underworld spirits looked at the large box.

Inside the box is a statue of Taiyi.

This is a statue of a deity that their [Beiming] family has worshipped for twenty to thirty thousand years.

Glug!

A demonic being trembled and said, "Activate it? Make it withstand the Heavenly Patrol Treasure?"

The spirit, seizing the opportunity, nodded: "Excellent!"

The other ghosts and spirits gasped, "Isn't this... going too far?"

The ghost, quick-witted, sighed, "Is it too much? Our Beiming family has been worshipping it for tens of thousands of years. It's only natural to ask it to do some work and die in our place."

"Only in this way can we escape and then make a comeback."

"Otherwise, if we're all wiped out, who will worship [it] in the future?"

The many spirits and deities of the Northern Sea suddenly realized: "That makes sense!"

They worshipped the idol in the box, saying, "So that there will be living beings to worship you in the future, please die!"

"My [Bei Ming] family will be eternally grateful."

Click!

The box was opened.

Many of the Northern Underworld spirits were stunned, glaring angrily at the spirit who had suddenly come up with a plan: "Why did you open the box so early?"

"This celestial patrol artifact hasn't even launched its attack yet. If we activate the statue prematurely, we'll anger the celestial patrol artifact."

On a sudden inspiration, the ghost shook its head: "I didn't open the box."

"I don't have any either!"

One by one, the ghosts and gods denied it.

Then, the many ghosts and spirits realized something was wrong. They looked at the box, sweating profusely.

Clatter!

Two large hands, even more delicate than white jade, reached out, and then the statue that the [Beiming] family had worshipped for twenty or thirty thousand years rose up on its own.

A sudden inspiration...

Other Northern Darkness spirits and deities...

Click!

The [Heavenly Patrol Treasure] under the sky rotated, and the many weapons on it changed slightly, locking onto the statue from afar.

Click!

The statue reached out and casually grabbed nine [Northern Darkness] ghosts and gods.

The towering, giant-like ghost in its hand shrank continuously until it finally transformed into nine tiny sandalwood ghosts.

call!

The statue exhaled a breath, and nine sticks of sandalwood incense burned.

They screamed, wailed, and were completely bewildered:

"We have worshipped you for tens of thousands of years, and you..."

Before they could finish speaking, they sizzled and burned, turning into smoke that shot into the sky.

The statues were worshipped in all directions, then the deities got up and left.

With each step it took, it was as if it had entered another world.

Take another step, and you enter another world.

In just a few steps, the statue completely disappeared.

In the sky, the [Sky Patrol Treasure] seemed oblivious to this scene. It rotated, and the many weapons on it trembled, locking onto many ghosts and gods from afar.

The spirits and deities of the Northern Sea wailed in their hearts, utterly despairing: "There's no escape!"

"I'm going to die!"

"But why haven't you killed us yet?"

Just then, they saw one by one, the Yang Gods and Yin Gods fleeing in panic into the [Northern Underworld] City within the Underworld.

These creatures that escaped were not locked onto by the [Sky Patrol Treasure].

When they saw that their ancestors had transformed into towering ghosts and gods, with something that looked like a magical treasure hovering above their heads, they were overjoyed.

They knelt on the ground, rubbing dirt into incense sticks, repeatedly worshipping these spirits and deities: "Ancestors, we beg you to unleash your divine power and save us poor children!"

"A formidable enemy is slaughtering us in the real world!"

"This formidable enemy possesses three powerful weapons, each more potent than the last!"

"Ancestors, the magic weapon on your heads is also a magical artifact, isn't it? Please use it to kill our great enemy."

However, the hundreds of [Northern Underworld] ghosts and gods were already locked on by the [Sky Patrol Treasure], so they couldn't move or even speak.

They felt a pang of sorrow as they watched their offspring plead desperately.

They wanted to say something, but they couldn't utter a single word, and they couldn't even move their eyes.

At this time, more and more Yin spirits and Yang spirits fell into the Yin Palace.

Among them were members of the Beiming family, guests from afar, and monsters waiting to participate in the battle.

As they fell into the underworld, seeing the [Northern Underworld] family with so many towering ghosts and gods, they burst into laughter: "We're saved!"

"With so many gods and spirits helping us, that so-called great enemy is nothing more than this."

All living beings lose their physical bodies and fall into the underworld, where they cannot be resurrected.

However, the impact is not significant.

"From now on, we'll attach ourselves to the [Bei Ming] family, and even in the Underworld, we'll be able to hold our own."

"Although we did not contribute, we still died for the [Bei Ming] family."

"It's time to enjoy life from now on."

"Gentlemen, let's prepare a feast and celebrate!"

The group of cultivators, new-style cultivators, and demons who had come from afar to fight felt safe upon seeing so many ghosts and gods towering in the sky.

They randomly grabbed some ghosts and monsters, set up a stove and pots, cooked them simply, and then started to hold a grand feast, happily relaxing.

"With so many ancient gods and spirits guarding us, we will soon be able to launch a counterattack against the main world."

"Come on, everyone, let's have fun, let loose, forget the terror and despair of being killed."

"Cheers!"

"Drink heartily!"

"Let's drink together!"

Soon, cultivators from the Beiming family also joined in.

Then, the cultivators who fled to the underworld were dragged around and forced to eat and drink to their hearts' content before they could even figure out what was going on.

The ghosts and spirits who witnessed this scene wanted to weep.

But I couldn't cry anymore.