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

The Golden Core cultivators of the [Western Pole] family were stunned. They exchanged glances and then repeatedly observed Wang Quan.

Foundation building!

The young man before me is definitely at the Foundation Establishment stage.

There was no fluctuation of Purple Mansion energy or Golden Core energy on his body, only the fluctuation of Foundation Establishment Platform energy.

Although the opponent's Foundation Establishment Platform fluctuations were very strong, more than ten times stronger than any of their family's Foundation Establishment Platform fluctuations.

But so what?

No matter how strong one's Foundation Establishment is, even if one possesses Daoist inscriptions, one is still just a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Perhaps the opponent can rely on their magic weapon to withstand a cultivator from the Purple Mansion realm.

However, they absolutely cannot withstand a Golden Core cultivator.

Thinking of this, the Golden Core cultivators laughed loudly, "You young lad, you can even joke around."

"It's our own magic weapon; just call out to it, and it will naturally respond."

Wang Quan curled his lip, sneered, and said disdainfully, "A magic weapon doesn't have a mouth, how could it agree to anything?"

"You actually took my joke seriously?"

A Golden Core cultivator coughed and said, "Young man, you're too naive. When I was crafting this magic weapon, I happened to make it a mouth."

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan was dumbfounded.

Damn it, looking at you talking nonsense with such a straight face, I almost actually believed that you made this magic weapon.

At this moment, the Golden Core cultivator coughed and pointed at the [Spectrum Splitting Mirror], saying, "My darling, would you like to come home with me?"

At the same time, a Golden Core cultivator cast a spell, opening his mouth and spitting out a spell that landed in front of the [Spectrum Mirror], then transformed into a string of lungs and a large mouth.

The huge mouth opened and closed: "I'm willing!"

"Our baby wants to go home with its owners!"

"My baby has been suppressed by this wicked man for several days. My baby is suffering so much!"

"Please, Master, take me home immediately."

Wang Quan... bewildered.

The Golden Core cultivators... laughed heartily, looking up at the sky.

The king was enraged.

Damn it, if you guys secretly made hand seals and released spells, I'll accept it.

You can put your mouths on magic weapons, and I can tolerate it.

But how dare you try to fool me in such a crude way right in front of me?

How the hell can we tolerate this?

call!

He opened his mouth and spat out ten thousand streams of magical power that landed on the [Spectrum Mirror].

At the same time, the treasure pouch opened, and one after another external magic pills appeared, frantically replenishing mana.

At this moment, the [Spectrum Mirror], which had absorbed ten thousand streams of magical power, emitted a beam of light, illuminating the Golden Core cultivator who was laughing the most arrogantly.

The Golden Core cultivator's smile froze, his mind buzzing, and the Golden Core in his Purple Mansion swayed uncontrollably, drifting outwards.

He was terrified. His Yang Spirit emerged from the Golden Core and dragged it along the chains.

At the same time, intertwined chains appeared in his Purple Mansion, also intended to suppress his own Golden Core.

boom! boom! boom!

The light from the spectroscope shattered the chains that had bound the evolution of the Purple Palace.

Jin Dan, without hesitation, abandoned his Yang Shen and Zi Fu, and flew outside.

The golden elixir shone brightly, radiating light that illuminated all directions.

The Golden Core cultivator's expression changed slightly.

He frantically tried to contact his own Golden Core, but it was completely out of his control.

He even vaguely sensed a new consciousness emerging within his golden core.

This outcome left him extremely anxious, wishing he could release his Yang Spirit to guard his Golden Core and erase the consciousness that was growing within it.

However, this Yang God must reside in the Purple Palace, acting as a pillar supporting the heavens, to uphold the Purple Palace.

If the Yang God leaves the Purple Mansion, the Purple Mansion will surely collapse in no time.

However, if the Yang Spirit doesn't reside in the Golden Core and instead develops consciousness under the [Spectrum Mirror], that would be ridiculous.

When that Golden Core cultivator is free, he can fly off and play by himself. Will he still be a Golden Core Grandmaster then?

He was conflicted.

Just as he was struggling with this decision, the Yang spirit in the Purple Mansion unexpectedly drifted out uncontrollably.

"What happened?"

"The Golden Core cultivator has run away from home, and now the Yang Spirit is also going to run away from home?"

The Golden Core cultivator's expression changed drastically.

He used various spells to suppress and seal the Yang God.

As a result, the Yang God, riding on the light of the [Spectrum Mirror], easily passed through numerous blockades and left the Purple Mansion.

Whoosh!

Without the Yang God's presence, the Purple Mansion began to shake.

The pots and pans, gardens, pavilions, roof tiles, and other furnishings within the Purple Mansion all experienced subtle tremors.

"Oops!"

The Golden Core cultivator's face was grim: "At most, my Purple Mansion couldn't withstand the pressure after an incense stick's time and collapsed with a crash."

"By then... I'll have fallen to the Foundation Establishment stage."

"However, my friends should be able to snatch the magic weapon within fifteen minutes, right?"

He looked at his friend, then froze.

Because the Golden Core cultivators did not take the opportunity to make a move.

"What's going on? Are these guys trying to use me to test the power of their magical artifact?"

"Damn, it's just a Tier 1 magic weapon. Its performance is a bit strange, but there's no need to test it!"

Just then, he felt a headache and saw that Zifu had also flown out.

At this moment, his Yang spirit, with one hand supporting the Purple Mansion and the other holding the Golden Elixir, stood in the mirror light and laughed loudly, "With a Golden Elixir in my hand, only today do I know who I am!"

"This treacherous dog has suppressed me for three thousand years. Today I break free of my cage and ascend to the Immortal Realm."

"This is truly delightful!"

The Golden Core cultivator was dumbfounded: "What's going on? My Yang Spirit, which is one with me, is actually cursing me? Has its thinking become independent?"

"Could this not be the present world, but a second world?"

"My spirit has been corrupted by the evil of the second world?"

Before he could react, the golden elixir in the Yang God's hand suddenly broke free and began to roam in the mirror light, simultaneously growing legs, arms, and a large mouth:

"With a golden elixir leaping from my hand, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens!"

"You treacherous dog, you and the traitor Yang Shen have suppressed me for three thousand years. Today, I will kill you."

The Golden Core cultivator blinked, rubbed his eyes, and exclaimed in bewilderment, "Oh no, that mirror magic artifact isn't a separation of the soul, it's just an illusion."

"I've fallen into an illusion."

"Even if you use magic artifacts to create illusions, you can't trap me at the mere Foundation Establishment stage."

"Could he possibly have tens of thousands of magical powers empowering his magical artifacts?"

"Magic weapons without magical power are nothing to fear."

"Watch me break the illusion."

However, before he could break the illusion, the Purple Mansion, which was supported by the injured Yang God, also came back to life.

The Purple Mansion of a legitimate cultivator is like a large mansion.

The residence has three main rooms, three side rooms, three wing rooms, two gatehouses, a main gate, a small garden, and a pavilion.

At this moment, the main gate of the Purple Mansion transformed into a mouth, and the side rooms and auxiliary rooms transformed into arms and legs.

The main house was transformed into a head and a chest.

The two gatehouses transformed into two round, chubby warhammers.

The small garden was transformed into a hat, covered with lush vegetation, making it quite unique.

The pavilion transformed into horns, propped up its hat, and spun around erratically.

Glug!

Zifu spun the hammer, tilting his head back and shaking it:

"A detached and minimalist lifestyle, a wanderer's true nature!"

"You little wretch, you imprisoned me for three thousand years. Now that I am free, I will surely kill you to prevent future troubles."

"kill!"

The Zifu, the size of a watermelon, held a hammer and exuded a murderous aura.

The fist-sized golden core, stepping on the mirror light, suddenly broke off the horn of the Purple Mansion, transforming it into a long spear, which twirled and attacked the original body.

The Yang God, the same size as the original body, forcefully inhaled a breath of mirror light, then formed hand seals and unleashed a curse-killing technique on the original body.

The Golden Core cultivator sneered, "A mere illusion dares to be so arrogant?"

"Break it for me!"