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

In Wang Quan's view, the internal struggle between the new laws and the orthodox monks was intensifying.

However, in the eyes of Qian Xiuyue and others, the struggle between the new methods and the orthodox cultivators was of no great importance to the alliance.

On the contrary, they have been intentionally or unintentionally fueling this conflict.

"When two sides are fighting each other, they will compete with each other and try to gain the upper hand in every aspect."

"The more fiercely they fight, the greater the benefits for the entire alliance."

"As long as the Great Sun Alliance is in our hands, all the struggles and all the achievements will only benefit us."

Wang Quan asked curiously, "Aren't you afraid that the new cultivators will rise up and overthrow your control?"

Qian Xiuyue laughed: "Impossible."

"The new cultivators in the Lower Temple of Drowning have reached the Golden Core realm at their highest level."

"The highest level a cultivator in other places can reach is the Golden Core stage."

"Among the new cultivators, there is no future after reaching the Golden Core stage."

Wang Quan laughed: "The world is vast, and there are many practitioners of the new Dharma."

"There will always be a day when the new law will pave the way."

"Perhaps in some unnoticed corner, the geniuses of the new method have already opened up the realms beyond the Golden Core stage."

Upon hearing this, Qian Xiuyue burst into laughter: "A genius?"

"What kind of geniuses can emerge from a group of people who aren't even willing to study the Taoist scriptures?"

"All the geniuses have entered the orthodox path of cultivation."

Wang Quan shook his head: "There are always some geniuses who, because of their background or access to information, step into the new legal system."

"Their numbers may not be many, but over time, they will accumulate to a certain number."

Qian Xiuyue laughed: "So what?"

"If the big shots at the top don't care, why would I?"

"By the time when the geniuses of the new method have grown up and reached the realm beyond the Golden Core stage, my flesh and blood may have turned into a field of flesh."

"The younger generation should handle the rest."

"We should trust the wisdom of future generations."

"Right now, all we need to do is enjoy the benefits they bring."

Wang Quan suddenly realized: "That makes sense."

Then, he stopped getting caught up in the struggle between the new methods and the orthodox ones, and instead focused on his spiritual practice.

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye, and neither the Golden Core cultivators nor even higher-level cultivators from the [Western Pole] family came to attack the Drowning Lower Academy.

They didn't even use magic to attack his soul from a distance.

This made him quite disdainful.

"A bunch of bastards who only think about enjoying the benefits, and they don't even dare to resist me when they're about to die?"

He stood up, said goodbye to Qian Xiuyue, and said he was going back.

Upon hearing this, Qian Xiuyue felt quite reluctant to part with him.

"Polar conditions are harsh, extremely desolate, and fraught with danger."

"A few days ago, some other merchants who came from afar said that hysteria is rampant in your far western region."

"It is said that even cultivators at the Cave Heaven Realm have been infected by the hysteria and have become insane."

"Be careful of the hysteria that may be affecting you in the far west!"

Having heard about the phenomenon of hysteria, Wang Quan naturally knew how terrifying it was.

What he didn't expect was that cultivators in the mainland also knew about things from the polar regions.

Moreover... when he saw the deformed and bizarre "sunflower spirits" and distorted "big faces" covering the mountains and fields, he felt that Qian Xiuyue should pay more attention to the trend of hysteria.

"Yes, I will definitely take precautions."

The two chatted for a while longer, with Qian Xiuyue doing most of the talking and Wang Quan listening.

Qian Xiuyue, who has been in charge of a region for decades, has undergone many changes in her mindset.

She had always wanted to experience the taste of royal power, to test its strengths and weaknesses, and to jointly comprehend some of the principles of Yin and Yang.

Decades have passed, and she has come to terms with it: she knows that the royal power does not want to take things any further with her.

Therefore, in addition to her original Daoist partners, she followed the example of Zhao Hongyi back then and added more than a dozen more.

Now, she has thirty-six Daoist partners.

"I've been taking medication to improve my health over the years."

"In a few years, I will start to have offspring."

"Based on my technology of modifying spirits, I predict that my offspring will be geniuses among geniuses, prodigies among prodigies, and monsters among monsters."

"I want my family to take root in this Drowning Lower House, and then march toward Drowning Headquarters."

Wang Quan inexplicably thought of Meiniang, and he coughed: "Just don't produce offspring with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a horse."

Ying Jiaren's eyes lit up, as if she were deep in thought.

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The king has left; he is going to the far west.

This time, he went directly into the Underworld and then headed straight for the far west.

And just as he was heading to the Stone City in the far west, the third layer of the world—

In a place known by countless evils as the "White Zone," a massive, menacing ship exuding a chilling aura roared in.

From a great distance, magical artifacts soared into the air and locked onto the large ship.

When the owner of the magical artifact saw the four large characters "Rampaging and Domineering" on the banner fluttering on the ship, he immediately lowered his guard: "It's the Ghost Emperor's Heart that's back."

"That's the Terminator."

"Good heavens, this Terminator is getting more and more twisted."

"I don't know why, but just looking at him makes my scalp tingle and my whole body itch."

"The longer I observe, the more I feel I will gradually understand everything."

Most of the cultivators in the third layer of the world are Golden Core cultivators.

Golden Core cultivators who possess Daoist seals and wield magical treasures are the main force in fighting against evil. They are powerful and hold a high status.

Most Golden Core cultivators without Daoist seals do not possess any magic treasures; they can only bring along some unfinished magic treasures to make a show of it.

Although they possess extraordinary combat power and numerous methods, when faced with top-tier evil armies and experts, they can only play a supporting role before fleeing in panic, thus holding a relatively low status.

Below them are the martial artists, spirits, and some new cultivators who have intermittently entered the White Land Forbidden Zone over the years.

These beings lack the ability and qualifications to enter the third layer of the world; they don't even possess a Yang God.

Therefore, once they arrive, unless a Yang God cultivator takes them out, they will live in the third layer of the world for the rest of their lives and for generations to come.

These creatures knew this outcome, but they didn't care at all.

Before they came, they had all sold themselves for a good price, accumulating some wealth for their families.

Finally, there's the "Whipper," who leads a group of henchmen to cultivate the evil.

The Whippers are now thriving in the White Land, and can be considered a local tyrant.

As a child, it received the earnest instruction of the king and learned the skill of leading a team with a maximum of 100 draws.

Later, he encountered beings such as the Ghost Emperor's Heart, many Golden Core cultivators, and the former city lord of City No. 95.

It even had in-depth exchanges with strange creatures such as the Enchantress and the Multi-Barrel Cannon that occasionally came to the third floor.

Ultimately, it absorbed the strengths of many and defined its own identity:

It, the [Whipper], is the loyal guardian of the white land.

Nowadays, it leads a group of underlings, carrying whips, to herd and cultivate those evolved and mutated evils every day.

Evil is planted one by one, taking root and sprouting, absorbing darkness, blossoming and bearing fruit to multiply more evil; at the same time, evil outside is captured and taught to abandon evil and return to righteousness.

They're living a wonderful life.

boom!

The Terminator ship descended, trailing billowing black smoke.

Upon seeing this, [The Whipper] immediately rushed over to greet him: "Greetings, Lord [Ghost Emperor Heart]! May you live a long and prosperous life!"