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

"The future world will be great because of us!"

A monk shouted.

Then, at least nine out of ten monks shouted, "The future world is great because of us!"

The cultivators roared and were filled with excitement.

The black-haired buffalo demon sat cross-legged on a rock, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, and laughed, "See? I just used a little trick, and these two-legged beasts have all gone mad."

"In a little while, I will make them prostrate themselves and worship us."

"Then we raise them, let them reproduce, and use them as food for the rest of their lives."

One of the monsters asked timidly, "They're all males, how can they reproduce?"

Black-haired water buffalo demon......

The crowd was fervent, but the king remained calm.

Theoretically speaking, what the Purple-Clad Marquis said is correct.

If they stayed in this world, there would be much they could accomplish.

The indigenous people of this world may need to gradually compile Taoist scriptures and gradually deduce and perfect the fundamental laws.

They had mastered many Taoist scriptures and the most perfect fundamental laws and techniques.

They even knew the general framework of the subsequent realms.

They have a lot to offer in this era.

If everything proceeds as the Purple-Clad Marquis envisions, then they will be the creators of history, the creators of the future.

But.......

"Is it really that easy?"

"If history could be changed so easily, then why did those powerful cultivators go to such great lengths, sending millions of Purple Mansion cultivators to kill Liu Yong?"

"If history could be changed so easily, why don't those great cultivators descend here, personally open up the Underworld, become kings and ancestors, and become the first immortals?"

"Is it that they can't do it? Or... have they never tried? Or are we just the first pioneers?"

Of all the ideas, he preferred the last one:

For the first time, the [World Dao Court] of the present world has arranged for cultivators to descend into a historical fragment.

Whether anyone in history has ever done such a thing is unknown.

"If we can change history, then the big shots in the world will definitely continue to send people in to change history."

"They might even... descend upon us themselves and change history."

"So, if we change history and return to the present world, will there be a so-called butterfly effect? ​​Will it cause drastic changes to the present world?"

At that moment, his mind was in turmoil.

A cup of tea's time...

The Purple-Clad Marquis and others discussed it enthusiastically.

Wang Quan constantly eliminated his distracting thoughts and adjusted his state of mind.

A quarter of an hour...

Amidst the pleas and curses of the many demons, Wang Quan silently harvested their internal organs, prepared a cheat code, and improved his cultivation.

Some cultivators also joined him in preparing the cheat.

The emotions of the Purple-Clad Marquis and the others began to calm down.

Half an hour later...

The Purple-Clad Marquis and others stopped discussing changing history and instead frantically practiced magic, gathered magical power, and refined some simple materials.

Wang Quan glanced at it and discovered that what they were refining was actually Yinfu material.

"Are they going to open up the underworld?"

"Really... so impatient?"

He paid attention to it briefly, then stopped paying attention altogether.

Because he now has only one goal: to find Liu Yong, kill him, and end the battle.

At that time, he can choose to return to the present world or stay in this era, with the freedom to choose.

It's not time to be flexible yet, and these guys are just messing around.

Is it ignorance and fearlessness?

Or... do they believe that millions of cannon fodder can take down [Liu Yong], and that they don't need to put in any effort, but simply need to seize the initiative and enjoy the fruits of their labor?

Heh... What a clever scheme.

Unfortunately, you shouldn't have calculated things this way.

Once I've dealt with Liu Yong, I'll find someone to join forces with and crush you pioneers, reaping the fruits of your labor.

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Splash! Splash! Splash!

Wang Quan pried open the black-haired water buffalo demon's chest, took out its internal organs, washed them briefly with the magic of the idiot sect, and then hung them on his body.

The black-haired water buffalo demon, spitting out blood, looked at him pleadingly: "Please don't eat me, okay? Give me some food and fodder, and I'll recover to my peak condition."

"At that time..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Quan patted its head and laughed, "Quiet, don't overthink it."

"Come on, take a deep breath."

The black-haired buffalo demon took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and shed tears: "Was I a little dizzy at first, and then I was fine?"

Wang Quan opened his mouth and spat out a healing spell that landed on its chest.

In the next instant, the harvested internal organs began to grow, and the split chest began to heal.

"Hmm... dizziness is normal, and it will subside quickly."

After a short while, the black-haired water buffalo demon opened its eyes.

It touched its chest and chuckled, "I'm not dead."

Wang Quan nodded: "You were born to be a beast of burden; if you die, how can you continue being a beast of burden?"

"From now on, you'll be my mount."

"By the way, what's your name?"

The black-haired buffalo demon looked bewildered: "Brothers call me Old Black."

Wang Quan nodded: "Then, I'll call you Little Blackie from now on."

"Come on, get down on all fours and get used to it first."

"Ugh!"

Little Blackie rolled on the ground, landing on all fours, wagging its tail and shaking its head. Then it pulled at the fur and bones of its companion and pieced them together to make a small cloud bed: "Master, please get on your mount."

Wang Quan sat upright on the cloud bed, swaying from side to side: "Come on, take a few steps."

The little black cat wagged its tail and took a few steps, quite steadily.

Wang Quan tossed and turned on the cloud bed, his body covered with many internal organs, practicing the martial arts of this era, and it felt great.

Other cultivators who lacked the necessary materials followed suit.

Soon, some cultivators rode rooster demons, some rode horse demons, and some rode giant snake demons, making it look quite lively and bustling.

At this moment, the Purple-Clad Marquis, along with most of the cultivators, were busy crafting the materials for opening up the Yin Palace.

Due to limitations in magical power and cultivation level, the materials they crafted were rudimentary, barely usable.

Wang Quan glanced at it and felt that if these materials could be used to open up a small underworld, it would be considered incredibly lucky.

At this moment, the Purple-Clad Marquis and the others pooled their magical power and handed it all over to one cultivator.

The cultivator took a deep breath, and after incorporating the collective magic power, he directly opened his inner realm, reaching the limit of over a thousand strands of magic power within his body.

He used bones and demon corpses as an altar, then ascended the altar to perform rituals, chanting scriptures to open the underworld.

Bilibili!

Girgh!

As he chanted, streams of magical power disappeared.

The moment the scripture ended, a thunderclap suddenly rang out.

boom!

The lightning bolt struck straight down on the cultivator's head.

The cultivator shuddered, a smile spreading across his face, and exclaimed with wild joy, "I succeeded!"

"I have opened up the Underworld... From now on, I will be the first Ghost Emperor of the Underworld."

"No, I am not the first generation, I am the first generation, the only generation of Underworld Ghost Emperor."

"No one can take my position as the Ghost Emperor."

"Today, I stood up!"

"At this moment, the future of the underworld is in my hands!"

"I am the First Ghost Emperor..."

Whoosh!

Before he could utter his name, his body collapsed like sand, turning into a pile of ashes scattered on the ground.

The next moment, the cultivators who still had magic power began to use their spells to sense the underworld.

This time, they sensed it.

Although the perceived Netherworld was only the size of a grain of rice, the aura of the Netherworld had truly appeared in this era.

At that moment, the Purple-Clad Marquis and the others laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.

Amidst the laughter of the crowd, a mountain breeze blew by, scattering the ashes of the cultivator struck by lightning.

However, apart from the royal family and a small number of monks, no one cared.