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

High above the heavens:

One by one, powerful cultivators sat atop the clouds, looking down upon the earth and seeing battle platforms of varying sizes.

On the platform, cultivators were entering into a formal duel.

Below the platform lies the massive Western Heaven City and numerous sect warships of varying sizes.

Inside the Western Heaven City, everything continued as usual.

Meanwhile, the warships of various sects were bustling with activity.

Various puppets urge the losers to hand over their Foundation Establishment Platform or Purple Mansion.

A bald monk shouted, "I refuse to accept this!"

"Tens of thousands of spells were aimed at me at once, and I didn't have any magic weapons, or even any magic weapons I could copy."

"What am I supposed to use to carry this?"

"I haven't even had a chance to use all my skills and techniques before I have to withdraw from the battle."

"I was just unlucky, why shouldn't it be a one-on-one?"

The puppets didn't care about any of that; they just urged him to cut off the Purple Mansion.

The bald cultivator tried to resist, but another cultivator scoffed, "You don't have any magic weapons, what are you doing participating in this battle?"

"You have no idea how brutal the actual battle will be later on."

"I have a magical weapon that I intended to use to wreak havoc in all directions and sweep away all enemies."

"The second opponent I encountered was a guy called the Flower-Scattering Taoist."

"This guy actually has two magical treasures."

"I hadn't even used any of my skills before I was scared into giving up by his two magic weapons."

"I'm even more indignant, but so what? I can only blame my bad luck."

The bald cultivator was astonished: "Even with magical treasures, they can be easily eliminated?"

"Um!"

"Heh, you're even more unlucky than me."

"Are you happy when I'm unlucky?"

"Nonsense, your elimination proves that whether you have a magic weapon or not, the result is the same. This makes me feel better."

"But I'm in a bad mood. Come on, let's go outside and have a go at it?"

The bald monk shook his head, as if a rattle had come to life: "I'm not going."

"I shouldn't have been so foolish as to get involved in the magic battle."

"We didn't get any benefits, but we directly lost a Purple Mansion."

"Those old fogies who organize these battles are truly despicable: they lure us with good things and then reap the benefits without restraint."

"Aren't they afraid of retribution?"

One of the cultivators laughed: "Retribution? If those old fogies were afraid of retribution, they wouldn't have done such a thing."

"Moreover, they said that one of the purposes of this contest is to recruit talent."

"You are human, and your realm is the material; it's only natural for others to reap what you sow."

The bald monk lamented, "I planned everything, but I never imagined those old bastards would be so inhuman."

"This kind of battle of wits is pure nonsense."

Upon hearing this, the other cultivators comforted him, saying, "They've lived a long time, so naturally they're not human anymore."

"When we reach their age, we'll be no longer human either, and might even surpass them."

"Moreover, this fighting style is quite ingenious. In just one hour, it almost wiped out all the Purple Mansion cultivators in our area."

"That's incredibly efficient."

The bald monk sighed, "Our generation is doomed."

One cultivator scoffed, "What a waste that you're a Daoist cultivator."

"It's no problem to create another Purple Mansion if it's gone; it will only take a few hundred years."

"This amount of time is nothing to us."

"Try to think positively; just consider it as the past few hundred years of cultivating medicinal herbs."

Bald monk.........

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As the losers in the battle of magic handed over their Purple Mansions, whether willingly or unwillingly, Wang Quan and Yu Wanzhou met.

After a brief exchange, Yu Wanzhou sighed, "I wonder what the upcoming battle will be like."

Wang Quan took a deep breath: "It will definitely be more dangerous than the battle we just had."

Looking back at the initial battle, it seemed dangerous, but it wasn't actually that bad.

At that time, although there were many people engaged in magical battles, few of them possessed both strength and deep knowledge.

There are fewer people fighting now, but those who remain possess anywhere from two or three magical treasures to four or five.

Wang Quan himself possessed six magical treasures.

These cultivators who possess magical treasures are either like Wang Quan, capable of crafting their own magical treasures.

Either it was obtained from a sect.

Neither of them are easy to mess with.

At this moment, the many cultivators left behind in the drowning channel huddled together.

Some groups consist of three to five people, while others are in pairs, and the largest groups are dozens of people.

No one forced others to join their team, nor did they speculate on the upcoming battles. Instead, they focused on getting to know their teammates.

Wang Quan and Yu Wanzhou spent several days together. Although they didn't talk much, they became quite familiar with each other.

At this moment, the two seized the time to adjust their state and silently waited for the next battle.

A cup of tea's time...

A quarter of an hour...

Half an hour...

As the formal duel began, the atmosphere gradually became heavy.

After an unknown amount of time, amidst the tense anticipation of everyone, new information emerged;

[The official duel begins]

[Once this battle begins, you will enter the [Battlefield of Yesterday] and fight against the strongest.]

Once you step into the "Battlefield of Yesterday," you cannot escape by any means; you can only wait for the battlefield to evolve and end on its own.

[After dying on the battlefield yesterday, certain death is certain.]

[Ladies and gentlemen, after a short while, the Battlefield of Yesterday will officially begin.]

[Friendly reminder: This is the final battle, and cultivators at the Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Blessed Land, and other levels will also be present.]

In this battle, you may rise to the heavens in one step, or plummet to the depths of hell in another.

You are merely insignificant soldiers among millions in this battle.

After receiving the news by chance, Wang Quan and the others all remained silent.

[Yesterday Once More] Battlefield? It's no big deal.

High mortality rate? Just one of millions of soldiers?

so what?

"We each possess a few powerful weapons, so in a life-or-death battle, the odds are even."

"What's wrong with taking a risk for a mysterious Taoist scripture?"

"Moreover, this voice also suggests that there are other opportunities hidden in this battle."

"The opportunity is right in front of me; if I don't seize it, others will."

"While others seize opportunities and soar to great heights, am I left to remain mediocre?"

"It's better to give it your all than to live a mediocre life."

Wang Quan and others initially learned of the mysteries of the mysterious Taoist scriptures through various channels.

They all wanted the mysterious Taoist scriptures.

Everyone knows that a mysterious Taoist scripture can change everything.

Upon hearing that the arena held a chance to soar to the heavens, they were naturally even more excited.

As for life-or-death danger?

Haha, cleaning up abnormal weather in the polar regions won't get you any benefits and you might even die.

Now that there's a chance to gain something from a power struggle, I care even less.

Whoosh!

A female cultivator took to the air, and strange magical treasures such as white bone banners, ghostly banners, blood pools, and flesh forests appeared all around her.

"Take life and death lightly, pick up your magic weapon and get to work."

"Start the duel immediately!"

"My magic weapon is already itching for more!"