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

Looking at the cultivator who had turned to ashes, Wang Quan's first thought was:

The opening of the underworld was successful. Has this guy's soul fallen into the underworld?

If he were to fall into the underworld, would he have room to move around in the tiny space, the size of a peanut?

Or perhaps a bolt of lightning obliterated him completely?

Unfortunately, they are all in a hurry to condense their magical power and have no ability to enter the Underworld.

Otherwise, I would definitely go in and take a look.

The Purple-Clad Marquis and others celebrated, burning tree branches as incense and beginning their worship of the underworld.

They repeatedly performed sacrifices, even killing some dying monsters as offerings to the underworld.

As a result of all this commotion, the area of ​​the underworld only expanded outward by the thickness of a hair.

This result greatly disappointed the Purple-Clad Marquis and others.

Wang Quan's heart stirred, and he smiled, "Everyone, your strength is still too weak."

"In my opinion, we should go to Zijin Pass as soon as possible to report and see what the situation is like among the cultivators there."

"If circumstances permit, we can directly mobilize the fundamental laws of the present world to refine our magical power and elevate our cultivation level."

"At least advance to the Foundation Establishment realm in one go."

"When the time comes, when your realm and magical power are higher, you may either open up a new Yin Palace or return to expand this Yin Palace."

"That efficiency would be hundreds or even thousands of times faster than it is now."

The Purple-Clad Marquis and the others nodded: "That makes sense."

Abandoning this underworld place is of no concern to them.

As long as everyone is certain that the underworld has been opened up, everything else is a minor issue.

As for the possibility of people dying while opening the underworld, that's a minor issue for everyone: they can just find a scapegoat to open the underworld.

In any case, according to Taoist scriptures, the underworld was not opened up overnight, but rather expanded and formed slowly.

They weren't afraid of any negative consequences from abandoning this peanut-sized underworld.

Wang Quan took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, does anyone know the name of that fellow Daoist from earlier?"

"We all came together, but he died so suddenly."

"Although his remains are gone, we should still build him a cenotaph in his memory."

Upon hearing this, everyone scratched their heads, trying to recall the name of the cultivator from earlier.

As a result, no one could remember it even after thinking for a long time.

The Purple-Clad Marquis sighed, "His body has been completely destroyed, not even his clothes remain."

"I feel there's no need to create a cenotaph."

The other cultivators nodded in agreement.

Seeing this, Wang Quan could say nothing more.

He just felt that the unfortunate guy whose body was never recovered was a bit of a disappointment.

After a short rest, the group set off again.

This time, however, Wang Quan was able to focus on his cultivation while standing on Xiao Heizi.

The Purple-Clad Marquis and the others said enviously, "Next time we harvest the grain, we must keep a monster as a mount."

Concentrating on cultivation while on a mount is far more efficient than cultivating while traveling.

And so, the group quickly harvested another crop of food. Now that everyone had a mount, they stopped staying in one place and instead used their mounts to travel, focusing on their cultivation.

one day......

Three days...

Ten days...

Wang Quan and the others naturally reached the Foundation Establishment stage in their cultivation.

Because of the fundamental nature of the Dharma, they did not develop their Qi and blood, and because they separated their magical power, they did not even have an inner realm.

However, its combat strength is genuinely comparable to that of a Foundation Establishment Realm [Life Cultivator] in the current world.

Only then did everyone relax a little.

That day, when they were only a few days away from Zijin Pass, the Purple-Clad Marquis quietly approached Wang Quan: "Fellow Daoist, if there are no higher-level cultivators in Zijin Pass, I hope we can join forces and take control of a detachment of troops."

"Even controlling only the indigenous people is better than being cannon fodder."

Wang Quan nodded: "No problem."

"However, I feel that even if we gain control of some troops, we will ultimately end up as cannon fodder."

"After all, cultivators with higher cultivation levels than us are also participating in the battle."

"If any one of these cultivators enters the Purple Gold Pass, we'll probably have to cooperate with them."

The Purple-Clad Marquis was silent for a moment: "We should always give it a try."

"Perhaps they're starting all over again, just like us?"

Wang Quan nodded: "Okay!"

The Purple-Clad Marquis laughed and said, "Although you come from an unorthodox background, you have a legendary status, which sets you apart from others."

"If the two of us join forces, we will surely be able to accomplish something significant in this period of history."

Wang Quan said something he didn't mean: "That's natural."

After exchanging pleasantries and discussing the situation at Zijin Pass and their joint plan, the two went about their own business.

one day....

Two days....

Three days...

Wang Quan and his entourage finally saw the Zijin Pass.

Ahead, a magnificent city wall rises from the ground.

Even from a great distance, everyone could feel the oppressive atmosphere emanating from the city wall.

The city looked to be a hundred miles in size, and its walls were a hundred meters high.

On the city wall, banners fluttered and soldiers walked back and forth.

Even from a great distance, they could hear shouts of battle and the booming of war drums coming from the other side of the city.

They even saw plumes of black smoke rising into the sky and felt a chilling killing intent sweeping through them.

"Is there a battle taking place on the other side of the city?"

Wang Quan and the Purple-Clad Marquis exchanged a glance, and a guess formed in their minds.

The other monks either gazed into the distance or listened intently.

At this time, when they were still some distance from Zijin Pass, large birds came swooping in from the city.

A large bird circled overhead, and people on it observed their banners and the situation of the crowd.

Finally, the big bird landed, and a group of soldiers jumped down from it.

Which team are you?

"Is there any documentation?"

Wang Quan and others possessed most of the memories of their indigenous bodies, and naturally also had written records.

After checking the documents and asking about the monster's mount, the soldiers said, "Stand here and don't move. We'll go back and report."

"By the way, a battle formation is being set up at the main gate of the city. If a large army sweeps in, just fight to the death. The city's own army will come out to attack from both sides and annihilate the enemy."

Whoosh!

The large bird flew away, leaving Wang Quan and the others behind.

A cup of tea's time...

The distant shouts of battle shook the heavens, and the hooves of horses thundered.

A quarter of an hour...

Wang Quan practiced martial arts on Xiao Heizi's back to improve his cultivation.

The Purple-Clad Marquis and others also began practicing.

The ox and horse monsters, having unloaded their carts, sat on the ground, crossed their legs, and dreamed about the future.

One hour...

Then another large bird flew into the city, circled above the crowd, and spoke in human language: "Everyone, follow me into the city."

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Zijin Pass is very large. Originally, there were ordinary people in the city, but as the army of the Great Qian Empire swept in, the city was gradually reduced to only merchants and soldiers accompanying the army.

When Wang Quan and his entourage entered the city, they saw many soldiers clad in heavy armor and carrying heavy weapons.

The soldiers were quite surprised to see Wang Quan and his group: "How come you new recruits also have mounts?"

"How strange!"

Wang Quan and the others ignored them and simply followed the large bird.

The soldiers spat and said, "They're obviously from powerful families, here to get some experience."

One of the soldiers whispered, "I feel like they are an elite force."

"During this period, almost all of the hundreds of new recruits who arrived at the camp had monster mounts."

"They must be elite."

One of the soldiers sneered, "Your so-called elite battalion has already been decimated by more than half."

"I wonder how many more days this so-called elite battalion will last."