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

call out!call out!call out!

The large ship roared away, pursued by a massive horde of evil forces, including the [Ghost Emperor's Heart] aboard it.

And there was the cloaked ghost, leading a horde of evil, charging towards the king's "Twenty-Four Maces".

On the five-colored altar, the king performed the ritual, initiating the ceremony and summoning the [Twenty-Four Maces].

boom!

[Twenty-Four Maces] plunged headlong into the second layer of the world.

The cloaked ghost hesitated for a moment, then growled and shrieked, "Come with me and get my magic weapon back!"

boom!

It brought with it much evil as it rushed into the second layer of the world.

As soon as they entered the second layer of the world, their originally enormous size began to shrink continuously.

At the same time, his strength suddenly decreased.

"Oh no, something's wrong! Quick, back to our hometown!"

Whoosh!

The cloaked ghost cleaved through the boundary between the second and third layers, plunged inside, and then ran away without looking back.

However, some evil, due to its rapid decline in power, did not have time to rush into the rift and ultimately remained in the second layer of the world.

Seeing their curiosity, the evil beings from the second layer of the world swarmed around them, baring their teeth and asking, "What are you?"

The three layers of evil blinked: "Big brother, don't grin, we're all from the same family."

"We're in this together."

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Underworld, [Northern Underworld] City:

Hundreds of [Northern Darkness] ghosts and gods, along with the spirits attached to them, had their power extracted by the ritual. This power was then transformed into magical energy through spells such as [A Thousand Miles of Marriage Connected by a Single Thread], and transmitted across infinite distances to the giant eyeball of the third world.

With the support of its power, the large eyeball began to fight against the evil forces that were chasing the large ship.

Click! Click! Click!

Cracks appeared on the bodies of the gods and spirits that were tearing at the spirits.

The three-tailed fox demon's soul suddenly screamed in agony: "Beast!"

"You said you'd let me off the hook, so why are you still draining me dry?"

Wang Quan was taken aback: "I meant I'd let you off the hook."

The problem is—you're not a horse, you're a fox.

The three-tailed fox demon wailed, "I can also be a beast of burden."

"I...don't want to die..."

Whoosh!

The three-tailed fox demon shattered like broken glass, collapsing and turning into ashes that scattered throughout the underworld.

Seeing this, the other spirits and beings felt despair.

Cracks appeared on their bodies, and they pleaded, saying they would do anything for them.

However, the monarchy ignored it.

A spirit cried out, "Master, I really am a horse demon... Look, my spirit still has a saddle hanging on it."

"Sir...would you like to ride it for a bit...?"

boom!

Before the demon god could finish speaking, his soul collapsed and vanished into nothingness.

boom! boom! boom!

The souls that had just fought a life-or-death battle suddenly exploded, turning into countless ashes that drifted in the sky.

The hundreds of spirits and deities of the Northern Underworld felt a deep sorrow upon witnessing this scene.

At that moment, they were certain: this formidable enemy would never let them go.

There are ghosts and spirits who want to rebel.

However, all his energy and spirit had been drained by the ritual, leaving him skin and bones, unable to resist.

"Who exactly are you?"

"Are you a spokesperson for that organization?"

"Why are you going against the Beiming family?"

Wang Quan sighed, "It's not that I want to be your enemy, but that you were my enemy first."

"All our grievances stem from a plunder that took place fifty or sixty years ago."

The ghost couldn't help but retort, "Friend, it's just a change of your qualification to go to the [Tai Xu] Sect."

"After so many years, this grudge should have long since faded away!"

"If you really can't disappear into thin air, you can tell us, and we'll find a way to send you to the [Tai Xu] Sect."

"Why resort to violence over such a trivial matter?"

"Is it really necessary?"

"We are all practitioners, so we should have broad minds, magnanimity, and..."

Girgh!

Whining and complaining!

All this talk about ghosts and spirits has only one purpose:

It made the king feel guilty.

Make him give up on revenge.

Let him...discard all means.

They even invited him to join the Beiming family and become a friend of the Beiming family.

Wang Quan listened, remaining silent.

After a short while, the ghost was talking until its mouth was dry.

Seeing that Wang Quan remained silent, it couldn't help but growl, "Friend... I've said so much, are you even listening?"

Wang Quan shook his head: "No."

This ghost...

Suddenly, the tortoise-shell crane-shaped demon beside them spoke up: "Did you grab my sword and shield?"

Wang Quan shook his head: "No."

call!

The tortoise-shell-shaped, crane-like ghosts and gods breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, the other ghosts and spirits spoke up, some pleading, some preaching, and some offering compensation.

However, the royal authority remained unmoved and refused to listen.

He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance.

A cup of tea's time...

More than three hundred of the [Bei Ming] family ghosts and gods were emaciated, reduced to skin and bones.

They pleaded, "Friends, we are all in such dire straits, could you please disperse the [Heavenly Patrol Treasure]?"

"The power of this treasure is suffocating us."

The king remained silent.

A quarter of an hour...

The ghost shrank to one-third of its original size and pleaded weakly, "Master, I really can't take it anymore."

"Give me a chance. If you let me go, I'll definitely get you a spot in the [Tai Xu] Sect."

Wang Quan glanced at him disdainfully, then continued gazing into the distance.

The ghost, enraged, cursed, "What kind of look is that? I'm a ghost, for goodness' sake!"

"Although you threatened me with the [Heavenly Patrol Treasure], although you had me under your control."

"But is this your real skill?"

"You're just bullying me because of something you don't possess!"

"If you're so capable, send the [Sky Patrol Treasure] back, and then we'll have a one-on-one duel?"

Wang Quan didn't even glance at him this time, treating him like a defeated dog barking wildly.

One hour...

At this moment, a beam of light swept in from afar and landed directly in Wang Quan's hands.

[The Twenty-Four Maces] have finally returned via the shortcut to the Underworld.

He inspected the magical artifact and was satisfied only after finding that it was undamaged.

At this moment, a spirit from the Northern Underworld said, "Friend, the Northern Underworld family here is only a part of a much larger family."

"Our family has many Daoist cultivators scattered among top-tier sects."

"Killing us might vent your anger, but it will offend the experts of the Beiming family."

"They will definitely not let you go then."

"Friend, it's better to resolve conflicts than to let them fester!"

The spirit seemed about to say something, but Wang Quan gestured for it to shut up.

The ghost was stunned.

In the next instant, Wang Quan soared into the sky, stepping on seventy-two plumes of dust.

Just as he shot into the sky, trailing a long plume of smoke, the [Sky Patrol Treasure] in the sky began to unleash its power.

Click!Click!

The platform rotates.

Weapons soared into the air, then descended from the sky with mournful whistles and trails of multicolored smoke, passing by Wang Quan and crashing down on the city of Beiming.

All the ghosts and spirits, and the remaining indigenous monsters, were locked onto by the power of the [Sky Patrol Treasure] that had been unleashed.

Pfft!

A golden spear fell from the sky and pierced the head of a demon.

In the next instant, the demon transformed into a golden statue, then shattered, collapsed, and turned into countless golden dust particles that drifted in the air.

Wherever the golden powder passed, everything turned to gold, then collapsed into powder, continuing to expand in all directions.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

One after another, divine weapons fell to the ground.

Various strange forces are rampaging.

The city of Beiming in the underworld, including its walls, was reduced to multicolored ashes, which drifted away with the gusts of yin wind to every corner of the underworld.