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

Seven or eight Golden Core cultivators traveled all the way and arrived at the Yin Mansion corresponding to the round-faced Taoist nun's family in just a few hours.

At this point, if they wished, they could easily enter the real world from the underworld with a little effort.

However, when the time came, several Golden Core cultivators felt uneasy.

One of the Golden Core cultivators felt a chill run down his spine: "I'm uneasy; I have a feeling this trip will be extremely ominous!"

The other Golden Core cultivators nodded in agreement: "We feel the same way."

"But... our magic weapon is right there, are we just going to abandon it like that? Just throw it away?"

They couldn't bear to part with it.

The magic treasure is precious.

Even the worst first-tier magic weapon requires a massive amount of resources and hundreds of years to refine.

They began refining magical artifacts intermittently from the time they began building their foundation.

However, after thousands of years of struggle, they have created many magical treasures.

However, those magical treasures were all taken away by the family's prodigies for protection.

And these refiners didn't possess a single magical artifact.

It was precisely because they had crafted many magical treasures that they knew how important these treasures were to cultivators.

Therefore, they all wanted to possess their own magic weapon.

Now the opportunity has arrived:

A Foundation Establishment cultivator took a magic weapon.

"If we do not take it, Heaven will surely not forgive us."

A Golden Core cultivator stood up and growled, "The danger we're sensing must be coming from that magic weapon."

"As long as we act quickly, we can kill him before he activates his magic weapon."

"At that time, we will retrieve our magic weapon and use it to refine the golden elixir, thereby improving its quality."

At this moment, a Golden Core cultivator said, "Please wait a moment, everyone. I will use my divination skills to see whether this trip will be auspicious or inauspicious."

Upon hearing this, the other Golden Core cultivators' eyes lit up: "That's right, it's best for us to do some divination."

As Golden Core cultivators, they hadn't consulted divination for good or bad fortune in a long time.

At this moment, because of royal power and the spectroscope, they prepare to perform divination after a thousand years.

However, since they hadn't done any divination in a long time, they didn't have any divination materials on them.

However, this did not stump the group of Golden Core cultivators.

A Golden Core cultivator turned soil into stone and used the collected stones to build a huge altar at the foot of the mountain.

Then he captured a thousand or eight hundred ghosts and monsters and put them on the altar to be slaughtered, using the most primitive and bloody blood sacrifice to appease the mountain in front of him.

Mountains are used as divination tools.

There was also a Golden Core cultivator who secretly went to the mortal world and brought back a turtle.

He fed the turtle secret medicine, enlightened it, fed it ghosts and monsters, and urged it to grow quickly.

The turtle spirit was bewildered: "Why are you making me grow up so fast?"

The Golden Core cultivator declared matter-of-factly, "I need your tortoise shell for divination."

The turtle spirit hesitated for a moment: "I am a turtle, not a tortoise."

The Golden Core cultivator raised his hand and slapped it hard across the face: "Heh, don't try to fool me."

"If you have a tortoise shell, then you are a tortoise."

The turtle spirit wanted to say something, but the Golden Core cultivator stuffed a cow horn into its mouth, using it as a funnel to frantically feed it demonic flesh, secret medicine, and other things.

This turtle spirit grew vigorously, and although it became a two-headed turtle because it ate too many ghosts and monsters, its shell also turned green.

However, the Golden Core cultivator not only didn't find it offensive, but instead became delighted: "The lush green tortoise shell makes divination even more effective."

There were also Golden Core cultivators who captured ghosts and monsters, pulled out their tendons and bones, and forged totems for divination.

A golden elixir opened its mouth and spat out its own golden elixir, carefully polished it, and transformed it into a crystal ball to begin divination.

Seven or eight Golden Core cultivators each used their own methods to divine the fortune or misfortune of their journey.

Click!Click!

Strange cracks appeared in the mountain, from which flowed blood and clear spring water.

Click!Click!

Cracks appeared on the turtle's shell, and it hissed and emitted a green glow.

Woo! Woo! Woo!

The totem pole seemed to weep, its surface adorned with a menacing white skull, emitting strange sounds that transformed into the howling wind.

The Golden Core cultivator listened intently, trying to deduce whether the outcome was good or bad.

After a long while, the cultivators finished their deductions.

Everyone reached the same conclusion: "The outcome is unpredictable!"

A Golden Core cultivator casually tossed the cracked tortoise shell aside and said in a deep voice, "This divination is interesting."

"It's related to our choices."

"If you choose correctly, it will bring great fortune; if you choose incorrectly, it will bring great misfortune."

The question is, how do we choose?

Several Golden Core cultivators frowned.

For so many years, they have been in charge of this region, suppressing all those who dared to resist.

It has always been the other cultivators who make the choices; they haven't had a choice in a long time.

For a moment, I didn't know what to do.

At this moment, the turtle spirit, who had quietly returned to its own shell and was secretly shedding tears, suddenly said, "Of course, you should choose the cowardly option!"

"As long as you chicken out quickly enough, even if things get worse, you can still save your dog's life."

"As long as you're alive... that's good fortune."

The Golden Core cultivator seemed to understand something, and happily flicked it on the head: "You're so smart!"

boom!

The turtle spirit's head exploded.

The headless corpse swayed a few times and fell to the ground.

Glug, glug!

The turtle shell spun, the sound gradually fading until it stopped moving on the ground.

Golden Core cultivators...

Other cultivators...

"Everyone, what should we do?"

The magical artifact was right before their eyes, captivating their attention, and they were reluctant to give it up.

A Golden Core cultivator took a deep breath and casually crushed the cracked totem: "We Golden Core cultivators, our fate is in our own hands, not in the heavens."

"A mere Foundation Establishment cultivator can't do anything to us!"

"Everyone, I'll be going now."

After saying that, he used his powers to enter the real world.

The other Golden Core cultivators were also moved and used their abilities to step into the mortal world.

The present world:

Wang Quan stood up and stopped refining [Drowning].

He gazed into the distance, for the oppressive aura of a Golden Core cultivator swept in from afar.

This oppressive aura, even from a great distance, suppressed the round-faced Daoist nun and other cultivators.

However, Wang Quan moved freely under this oppressive aura, feeling little about it.

call out!call out!call out!

A series of golden rays swept in.

A burst of golden light erupted, and seven or eight Golden Core cultivators hovered in the air, riding on auspicious clouds of various colors.

One of the Golden Core cultivators had eyes that shone with golden light, like searchlights, and his gaze first swept towards the large village where the round-faced senior sister's family lived.

As the gaze shone upon them, the cultivators in the village felt their souls freeze, as if they had been immobilized.

Even the round-faced Taoist nun felt as if a mountain was pressing down on her, making her unable to move.

Click!

An arm grew from Wang Quan's side.

This arm holds a beam splitter.

The magical artifacts unleashed their power, withstanding the oppressive force of the Golden Core cultivators.

magic weapon!

Several Golden Core cultivators' eyes gleamed with excitement.

One of the cultivators rubbed his hands together and smiled slightly: "Fellow Daoist, when will you return my magic treasure?"

Wang Quan... was dumbfounded.

Good heavens, he'd seen shameless people before, but never anyone this shameless.

He glanced at the [Spectrum Splitter] in his hand, then at the Golden Core cultivator opposite him, and then raised the mirror to face the other:

"Call it and see if it responds?"