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

Inside the tower, there were no rooms, no clutter, only a starry sky whose reality was uncertain.

The starry sky rotates, and in the center is a huge scroll painting.

All around were cultivators.

There are all kinds of cultivators, including Foundation Establishment cultivators, Golden Core cultivators, and Dharma Aspect cultivators.

The moment Wang Quan saw the painting, he realized:

This is a magical artifact, and a very unusual one at that.

All cultivators who wish to participate in the battle must leave a mark on this magical artifact.

After the battle ended, the survivors removed the mark themselves.

The souls of the deceased cultivators fall into the painting, never to be reincarnated.

One of the cultivators chuckled, "So, we're using our divine souls to temper our magical treasures?"

"interesting!"

"I like!"

He left his mark.

The other cultivators also began to brand themselves.

Before they arrived, everyone knew that this contest was actually for the purpose of recruiting talent.

As Daoist cultivators, they considered themselves extraordinary and naturally believed that they were the ones who harvested talent, while others were the ones who were harvested.

Wang Quan took a deep breath and directly branded his mark onto the scroll.

The moment the mark was imprinted, his token trembled slightly, and then he saw a door.

Once he steps through this door, he can leave.

He looked around and found that many people had suddenly disappeared.

It was obvious that the monks had also left through the door.

However, only one person can see through this door.

"What a mysterious method."

"It seems there are powerful cultivators involved here."

His mind raced, and with one step, he left the starry sky inside the tower.

The moment he emerged from the tower, his identity token displayed a message, giving him a guiding light.

Wang Quan glanced at it, ignored it, and instead used his identity token to contact Ruo Jinghong, Ying Jiaren, and the others: "Everyone, I have set foot in [Xitian] City and left my mark."

He explained the situation: "Everyone, I feel like a lot of people are going to die in this battle."

Ruo Jinghong chuckled lightly: "There's no difference between dying early and dying late."

"If we win this gamble, we can soar to new heights; if we lose, we'll just die a few hundred years earlier."

"Besides... who said we'd definitely be the ones to die? Who said we're the best?"

Mei Niang chuckled: "During the magic duel, as long as everyone kills more people, the spot for the talent will not fall to us."

Everyone here is a Daoist cultivator, and no one thinks they are inferior to other cultivators.

Therefore, everyone was fearless.

Seeing this, Wang Quan stopped trying to persuade them and let them do as they pleased.

He asked Ying Jiaren, "When are you coming?"

Ying Jiaren: "I'll have to wait a few more days."

"I've reached a critical moment in my cultivation technique."

"If I can complete the refining of the technique before the battle, I will participate."

"If I can't... then I won't participate."

Wang Quan nodded: "Okay!"

After finishing his communication with everyone, Wang Quan headed straight for the road marker.

This punctuation mark is not on the ground, but in the sky.

He soared into the air, passing through layers of clouds, and then saw a large ship.

This large ship is similar to the [Sky Patrol Treasure] he summoned the first time he used his authority.

It's just a bit bigger.

Countless cultivators were coming and going on the large ship, densely packed together.

This large ship was the Western Paradise's base of the Drowning Channel.

As he approached the large ship, he discovered that it was growing larger and larger, covering the sky and the earth.

"It's not that the ship has gotten bigger, it's that I've gotten smaller."

As I pondered, the dust from the seventy-two roads beneath my feet whistled and landed on the deck.

Because its body has shrunk, this already large ship is now even larger.

Standing on the deck felt like standing on a vast plain.

The masts were like towering peaks, and all the objects on the ship looked hundreds of times larger than before.

"Shrunk by a hundred times?"

This technique can be cultivated after reaching the Purple Mansion Realm.

However, when the power of the king is used, it can only shrink three to five people, and it is impossible to shrink countless cultivators.

It was obvious that this large ship either had top-level rituals set up or had top-level cultivators on board.

Following the directions on the token, he quickly arrived at a location.

A large flag stands here, fluttering in the wind, with the words "Drowning Path, Purple Mansion Realm" written on it.

Several Golden Core cultivators sat upright beneath the banner.

The surrounding area was filled with cultivators at the Purple Mansion Realm.

When Wang Quan arrived, the Golden Core cultivators responded to many questions from the Purple Mansion Realm cultivators:

"The scale of this battle of magic was beyond everyone's comprehension, and even exceeded historical records."

"As for the battle mode, we don't know."

"However, I suggest that everyone unite, find some friends, and help each other."

"If you encounter a friend during a magical duel, you can use your friendship to trick the other party into admitting defeat."

After answering some questions from the Purple Mansion cultivators, the group of Golden Core cultivators waved their hands and said, "Everyone, instead of wasting your time here, why don't you go to your dorms and chat with your roommates?"

dormitory?

Roommate?

Many of the Purple Mansions found it quite unfamiliar.

As Daoist cultivators, they almost never share a room with other cultivators, except when they are using poppies for cultivation.

Now I have to live and eat with other cultivators?

I'm not used to it.

However... in order to prepare for future battles, they have no choice but to try to adapt.

Some of the monks left.

Wang Quan didn't leave; he stayed to listen to the Golden Core cultivators explain the issues and also asked some questions.

After the cultivators around him had changed three or five times, he finally went to find his dormitory according to the information in the token.

The so-called dormitory was actually the ship's cabin.

Because his body had shrunk, he found the ship to be unusually large once he entered.

Although people were coming and going in the passageway, it was not crowded at all.

He soon arrived at his assigned cabin dormitory.

The door number is 666.

After Wang Quan activated his identity token, a ripple appeared on the gate, and he walked straight through it.

He imagined the dormitory to be the same as the coffin section dormitory in the lower house where he drowned, or the dormitory of his previous school.

Upon entering, they discovered blue skies and white clouds, and even the changing of the sun, moon, and stars.

I also saw lush vegetation on the ground.

This isn't a ship's cabin at all; it feels like another world.

On the land, manors are arranged in an orderly manner.

In the sky, cultivators were either gathering various rays of light to refine their techniques or absorbing and releasing magical power to refine their methods.

A thought struck Wang Quan, and the clouds beneath his feet whistled as he began to explore just how vast this space truly was.

A cup of tea's time...

A quarter of an hour...

One hour...

After some exploration, Wang Quan discovered that the world was actually 108,000 li in circumference.

This place boasts a diverse range of landforms, including mountains, lakes, rivers, deserts, marshes, and grasslands.

After some searching, he found his own dormitory estate.

Although it's called a manor, it's actually similar to a large courtyard in a market town.

However, there are very few residents in this compound; there are only about ten people in the entire compound.

Moreover, everyone there was a Purple Mansion cultivator.

When Wang Quan arrived at his own courtyard, he discovered that under a loquat tree, several cultivators were sitting and talking in Daoist language.