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

The cultivators from the [Western Pole] family initially had smiles on their faces.

As a result, the next moment, they received a message from Stone City:

[All cultivators above Foundation Establishment level, please immediately proceed to XX.YY Dao marker.]

Those who disobey will be executed without mercy!

The information was simple, but the killing intent was chilling.

"Trying to intimidate us as soon as we arrive?"

"Threatening us? Kill us without mercy?"

"Heh, we've already completed the recruitment. If you want to kill us, you'll have to have the ability."

Some cultivators slapped their heads, and some primordial spirits emerged from the back of their heads.

This primordial spirit roared, transforming into a whirlwind that swept through Stone City: it blew through streets and alleys, over rooftops and corners, through underground passages, and even into the earth's fiery feng shui sites.

"There are no cultivators with the Nascent Soul or Dharma Aspect stage, not even those with the Purple Mansion or Golden Core stage."

"The strongest person in this city is only a Foundation Establishment cultivator."

With a whoosh, a strong wind swept up and spun above the head of a Nascent Soul cultivator, like a tornado.

Upon hearing this, the other cultivators' frozen smiles instantly returned to their usual lively state.

A monk swayed, his back split open, and a spider that looked like it was made of metal crawled out.

The spider was initially only the size of a normal person, but in the blink of an eye, it grew to a hundred feet in size.

This is the Dharma Form of a Dharma Form cultivator, which is at a higher level than the Primordial Spirit.

Whoosh!

A spider hundreds of feet tall soared into the air and hovered there.

A few more primordial spirits transformed into earth, fire, wind, water, thunder, smoke, and soaring into the sky.

Some Dharma images also appeared and soared into the air, freely moving among these primordial spirits, sometimes visible and sometimes hidden.

Then, golden pills shot into the sky, illuminating all directions and scattering boundless golden light.

The great cultivators of the [Western Pole] family are now unleashing their full power.

"Haha, a city that doesn't even have a Purple Mansion cultivator dares to threaten us?"

"Are we really made of clay?"

"I thought there were experts everywhere here, and that primordial spirits and dharma bodies were worthless."

"I never expected that we would be the strongest."

"We've come to the far west not to be punished, but to reap the rewards."

The monks of the Western Extremities were delighted.

"How dare you threaten us without even the most basic strength?"

"Then let's see which idiot is threatening us."

Whoosh!

Auspicious clouds rolled and carried the cultivators of the [Western Pole] family straight to that landmark.

Along the way, they unleashed the power of great cultivators without restraint.

Under their power, all the cultivators, spirits, and warriors in the city were locked in by a terrifying aura.

Under the powerful aura locking them in, none of the beings could even move a single finger.

"What's going on? Weren't these powerful cultivators here to support us? Why are they releasing their auras to intimidate us?"

Many creatures are confused and puzzled.

A Daoist cultivator, witnessing this scene, gritted his teeth in hatred: "A bunch of bastards! We've managed to make Stone City a success!"

"So now they're here to reap the rewards?"

"We're doomed!"

"I'm afraid I'll be driven out of the city by these great cultivators to fight against the abnormal climate and become cannon fodder."

Many Daoist cultivators felt despair.

They were even planning to participate in the Western Magic Contest three years later to compete for great opportunities such as the Purple Mansion Magic Treasure and the Golden Elixir.

But given the current situation, they probably... won't live to see that day.

The Daoist cultivators were in despair, and the orthodox cultivators, the new cultivators, the spirits, and the martial artists were even more desperate.

Everyone's smart enough to know that when Stone City was under royal control, people used to worship the sun, moon, stars, and all directions every day.

I'm a little tired, but at least I don't have to die.

Now, a group of powerful individuals at the Purple Mansion Golden Core stage, and even the Nascent Soul and Dharma Aspect levels, have arrived.

Any one of these powerful figures is more powerful than Wang Quan.

I'm afraid these powerful figures will seize power within a day or two at most.

At that time, they will inevitably become cannon fodder, just like the cultivators from other polar cities.

When that time comes, hundreds of thousands, even millions of lives will rush out of Stone City, and only one in ten will be able to return alive.

Thinking of this, these creatures were overcome with grief, and some even wept softly.

At this moment, a cultivator from the Western Extremity Clan sneered: "Why are you crying? You had no strong protectors here before, but now that our Western Extremity Clan's strong protectors have come to protect you, you should be overjoyed, not crying and wailing."

"If you keep crying and whining, I'll send you outside to clean up the abnormal weather."

Upon hearing this, many creatures choked with sobs and dared not cry anymore.

Whoosh!

This cultivator from the Purple Mansion realm surveyed the crowd with smug satisfaction, then snorted coldly and looked at the powerful figure from his family:

"Although I haven't condensed the Dao Seal, with the protection of the powerful members of my family, I can still act like a tyrant among these peasants."

"At that time, all the Daoist cultivators in this city will have to listen to me."

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth turned up.

He looked around at his family members and found that they all had the same smile on their faces as he did.

"How many lives are there in this city? One hundred million? Two hundred million?"

"Heh, whatever!"

"These living beings will become the foundation and core of my [Western Pole] family."

"My [Western] family will rise again here."

"At that time..."

As he imagined the future, he saw a brightly colored altar in the distance.

On the altar, banners fluttered in the wind.

At this moment, the auspicious clouds beneath everyone's feet landed on the altar:

"This is where the road sign is located."

Many cultivators from the Western Extremities looked around and found that the altar was very tall and very large.

Standing on the altar, they could survey the entire city.

A cultivator pointed to the distant fire mulberry tree and said, "Everyone, that fire mulberry tree looks extraordinary; it must be a treasure."

"I just don't know whose it is."

A Golden Core cultivator sneered, "Does it matter whose it is?"

"Anyway, it'll all be ours from now on."

"The inhabitants of this city will also become our cattle, horses, and raw materials."

"Everything they own belongs to the [Western Pole] family."

The other cultivators nodded in agreement.

At that moment, they received another message:

Cultivators of the Western Extreme Clan are unable to use any spells, magical power, or magical artifacts.

[Cannot harm any living beings in Stone City]

[There is no way to leave Stone City or the Five-Colored Altar.]

The information surfaced, leaving many cultivators from the Western Extremity Sect stunned.

Before they could react, chains appeared in the sky.

The chains lashed out, fiercely striking the earth, fire, wind, and water formations that were manifestations of the primordial spirits, and striking all sorts of bizarre and wondrous Dharma forms.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The chains lashed out like whips.

With a few lashes, the primordial spirit collapsed, and the Dharma form screamed as it was swept back into its master's body.

One breath...

In just a short breath, all the overwhelming primordial spirits, dharma images, golden cores, and other spiritual entities were drawn back into their master's body by the chains.

"What happened?"

Everyone was bewildered.

At this moment, a powerful cultivator at the Dharma Aspect level roared, "Who?"

"We came here for the development of this city, so why are we being restricted?"

They were terrified and incredulous.

Because this was the first time they had ever heard of someone being able to manipulate city rules to restrict powerhouses of their level through such a seemingly magical act of speaking.

Unwilling to accept this, they thought they were hallucinating, and then frantically activated numerous spells and fundamental laws.

As a result, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't cast a single spell.

Some cultivators patted their treasure pouches, releasing streaks of light.

As a result, the light shattered as soon as it appeared.

For a moment, they were stunned.

As cultivators, the loss of their magical power and spells filled them with extreme fear.