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

Some female cultivators were overcome with hunger and thirst, while others had mixed feelings and considered giving up.

"The three magical treasures I possess were borrowed from the sect by mortgaging my body."

"if......"

The thirsty female cultivator curled her lip: "Fool, dying will end everything, you won't have to pay back your debts, you can go to the underworld and start over."

"If I don't die, I'll definitely get a huge amount of points."

"I'll exchange for a whole bunch of magical treasures, carry dozens on my person, and throw out dozens more to show off."

"Just thinking about it is so awesome."

The cultivators...

Just then, a beam of light suddenly appeared in the sky.

This radiant light appeared out of nowhere, brighter than the sun.

boom!

The great light struck a point in the sky and then burned.

The sky was burned with spiderweb-like marks, as if it were about to be burned through by the vast light.

At this moment, the space in front of Wang Quan and the others slightly distorted, and then a treasure bag, a piece of paper, and a pen appeared.

The Treasure Pouch contains resources prepared for you by the [Heavenly Dao Court].

Paper and pen were used to write wills.

【sketch!】

The cultivators were stunned.

Is this for real?

He's writing his will before even setting foot on yesterday's battlefield?

Why didn't we write our wills during the previous battles?

That's right. In the previous battles, one could withdraw at any time. To be honest, apart from a few unlucky ones, normal cultivators wouldn't die. At most, they would only lose a Purple Mansion or a top-level Foundation Establishment Platform.

In this power struggle, the higher-ups thoughtfully made them write their wills?

It seems... it's really dangerous.

Wang Quan looked around to see if anyone had withdrawn.

The results showed that most cultivators didn't care about writing their wills, a small number of cultivators didn't write them, but some cultivators showed hesitation.

To his surprise, Yu Wanzhou hesitated.

A thought flashed through his mind: "If I don't want to participate in the upcoming battle, then I won't."

"We possess powerful weapons, yet we can only be one of millions of lowly soldiers."

"This is enough to prove that this battle was extremely dangerous."

Yu Wanzhou shook her head: "I'm afraid of death, but I'm still going to fight for it this time."

"If I do not strive, even if I attain the Dao in the future, I will become mediocre."

"If I were content with mediocrity, I wouldn't have participated in the magical duel."

"The points I've accumulated so far are not enough to lift me out of mediocrity."

"I must...fight for it."

Wang Quan took a deep breath: "Okay!"

"Once inside, we supported each other."

"But before that, you'd better write your will."

"If I really die, I won't have any regrets."

Yu Wanzhou shook her head: "After I die, it will all be over. There's no need for me to leave a will."

"You write yours."

Wang Quan smiled: "Even if I die, I will have no regrets—no need for last words."

Yu Wanzhou stopped talking and looked up at the burning sky.

Wang Quan also looked in that direction.

A blinding light descended, scorching the sky, and soon a huge hole appeared in the sky.

As the hole appeared, he saw one powerful monk after another walking towards it.

These great cultivators exuded an aura of decay.

Where they walked, even the sky showed signs of decay.

A powerful cultivator stepped into the hole—instantly vanishing into nothingness—his flesh, essence, spirit, magical power, and realm were transformed into might and poured into the hole.

Around the hole, a door-frame-like phantom appeared.

Following closely behind, other great cultivators stepped into it one after another, making the door frame more and more solid and the hole larger and larger.

one....

One hundred...

Thousands...

In just over a hundred breaths, countless powerful cultivators merged into the hole, transforming into the door frame.

As the last great monk stepped onto the doorframe, he suddenly turned around and looked around.

His vision is like a pillar, encompassing the heavens and the earth, and all directions.

"I haven't had enough of this wonderful world yet."

"I really don't want to be a talented person!"

At this moment, a voice came from the sky: "If low-level cultivators can become talents, so can you losers."

"Besides, your true spirits are already stored away, so you can be reborn when you die."

"I'm sure I'll be reborn into a good family in my next life. I'll climb up from the bottom with my memories, then punch and beat up us old folks, kick the monsters of my generation, and suppress all enemies with my own hands. Just thinking about it makes my blood boil."

"Moreover, you can be reincarnated after you die, but if we die, I'm afraid... we'll never have another chance."

"So... hurry up, don't waste time."

The decaying great monk laughed: "Alas!"

The next moment, filled with anticipation and passion for the future, he plunged into the hole.

Click!

The hole expanded again, and the door frame around it solidified completely.

Seeing this scene and hearing these words, Wang Quan and the other cultivators looked grim.

"It's just a battle of magic, why bother with a blood sacrifice for a great cultivator?"

"These powerful cultivators look incredibly skilled!"

"Is it really worth it for a magic duel?"

Some cultivators sensed unease and began to consider retreating.

But when they thought about the benefits they would gain after winning, they put their thoughts of retreat aside.

"Since we're going to die sooner or later anyway, we might as well take a gamble."

Just then, streams of light of various colors descended from the sky.

Initially, it was something like a rotating black hole. When Wang Quan and the others saw it, a piece of information instantly flashed into their minds: [Cave Heaven].

These caves are so numerous that it's impossible to know how many there are.

Then, one by one, small and humble households descended from the sky.

That is the external manifestation of the blessed land; by pushing open the small door, one can enter the blessed land.

Behind them hung a massive amount of primordial spirits, golden cores, and realms such as Purple Mansion and Foundation Establishment.

Some of these realms even saw blood dripping from them.

It looks like it was just dug out of a cultivator's body.

A massive roar of energy emanated from the realms, empowering the door frame and the spatial rift.

At this moment, the vast light rushed into the cave, and one powerful cultivator after another descended from the sky, rushing into the vast light and being carried into the cave by it.

"Cultivators at the Purple Mansion Realm will be given priority entry."

Rush!

The female cultivator, who was already starving and thirsty, carried various large and small long banners and magical treasures and was the first to rush towards the beam of light.

Immediately afterwards, streaks of light flew up from all directions and rushed in.

Wang Quan and Yu Wanzhou exchanged a glance, then joined hands and transformed into a streak of light, following closely behind.

boom!

Wang Quan rushed headlong into the vast light.

The moment he entered the vast light, he lost all consciousness.

Following them, some Golden Core cultivators, Nascent Soul cultivators, blessed lands and grotto-heavens, and even a powerful cultivator known as Accelerator also ventured into the area.

After this great cultivator stepped into it, another decaying great cultivator whose lifespan was about to end burned himself and merged into the vortex gate.

"This time, cultivators at the Golden Core stage will be given priority entry!"

All the Golden Core cultivators who wanted to participate in the battle went inside.

After a decaying great cultivator was burned, a voice rang out:

"Cultivators at the Nascent Soul Realm, please proceed."

......

"A Dharma-type cultivator!"

.....

"A blessed land..."

.....

Cultivators of different realms entered in batches.

For each level of cultivator, there are 18,000 cultivators of even higher levels and one powerful cultivator, Accelerator, who goes in to oversee the process.

After the cultivators at the Cave Heaven Realm stepped inside, many great cultivators inspected the condition of the gate opening and finally allowed a group of Foundation Establishment cultivators to enter.

After nearly ten million Foundation Establishment cultivators entered the [Yesterday's Battlefield] through the vast light, many great cultivators breathed a sigh of relief.

One of the powerful cultivators, Accelerator, stared at the silent vortex in the doorway and sighed, "I wonder how many people will actually make it out alive."

One of the great cultivators laughed and said, "If they can kill the [target] once in the past, it will prove that the legend is true and that our thinking is correct."

"At that time, we will continue to descend into the past, kill some people, and change some things."

One of the great cultivators said pessimistically, "The target we have chosen this time, although not invincible in his own realm and capable of suppressing an entire era with a single hand, is still said to be extremely terrifying in legends."

"To kill the target even once is probably as difficult as climbing to the sky."

A senior cultivator sighed, "No matter how difficult it is, we must give it a try."

"The sky is about to collapse again."

"We must go back in time, change some people, change some things, stop the [Collapse] from happening, and prevent ourselves from becoming the next second layer of the world."