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

Wang Quan also didn't want to go to the battlefield because he was afraid of dying.

But........

"If no one goes to the battlefield, when are we going to find Liu Yong and kill him?"

"Everyone wants to improve their cultivation level and reach the Purple Mansion Realm before making a move."

"But the problem is, how many years will it take us to raise our combat strength to the Purple Mansion Realm?"

"Perhaps Liu Yong's current strength is about the same as ours!"

"Now it's even easier to kill them!"

"Moreover... his strongest strength is only at the [Purple Mansion] level, and he hasn't mastered the [Sexual Cultivation] method yet. If we encounter him, we can still kill him if we all rush at him."

"Even if he unleashes his full power and we can't kill him, there are still powerful cultivators from other realms, aren't there?"

"Our role is actually a large net—to use this net to search for [Liu Yong]."

"If we find it, everything will be fine. If we don't find it... I'm afraid we'll have to go to Wulong Ridge in the future."

The Purple-Clad Marquis remained silent.

Wang Quan's words make sense.

However... the deaths of so many cultivators still left him feeling resentful.

He was a prodigy among prodigies, yet, on this massive battlefield, a being of his aptitude and cultivation was nothing.

He was lucky today; if he had been unlucky, he probably would have ended up like everyone else, using world magic to become a so-called monster, and then being killed by a group of people.

Even their flesh and blood were taken away.

"This is not the life I want."

After bidding farewell to the royal power, the Purple-Clad Marquis unusually did not practice the cultivation techniques of this era. Instead, after some contemplation, he began packing his belongings.

Some cultivators, seeing this, had a thought: "Purple-Clad Marquis, are you planning to run away?"

The Purple-Robed Marquis nodded: "Not bad."

"I am a prodigy among prodigies. When I came to this era, I brought with me five first-tier magic treasures and mastered thousands of fundamental techniques and millions of spells."

"I came into this era because I should have been able to control everything, suppress all, and be high above all others."

"But those old fogies actually used me as cannon fodder."

"They threatened me with a ten-year deadline, forcing me to become cannon fodder for them."

"I'm not reconciled!"

"We clearly possess exquisite magic, a power that is dimensionally superior to this era."

"In the end... they just had to go to the battlefield to be cannon fodder and die."

"This is not the kind of power struggle I want, nor is it the kind of life I want."

Many cultivators nodded in agreement: "That makes sense."

"We feel restricted and uncomfortable here."

"If all we needed was cannon fodder, we should have chosen some ordinary cultivators to be cannon fodder in the first place."

"We should be able to stand on our own and take charge of a region."

A group of monks complained.

At this moment, the Purple-Clad Marquis had a sudden thought: "Gentlemen, since that's the case, why don't you leave with me?"

"Let's go straight to Wulong Ridge."

"Then practice the fundamental law of the present world nearby."

"We are all Daoist cultivators, and our cultivation speed is extremely fast. If we help each other, we can reach the Foundation Establishment realm as quickly as possible."

"We'll make preparations and build the Purple Mansion gradually at that time."

"If even one of us achieves the Purple Mansion realm, then killing that Liu... Yong? Wouldn't that be a piece of cake?"

"Moreover, with the [sexual cultivation] method, our survival rate has increased dramatically."

"More importantly, that Liu Shiyao Yong will eventually go to Wulong Ridge as well."

"Let's go there ahead of time to wait for him, so we can avoid taking ten years of detours."

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement: "That makes sense."

"Let's do it this way."

A group of people hit it off immediately, and then... they actually called on their friends and acquaintances, seeking out fellow cultivators, saying they wanted to run away together.

"This wretched place is not a place for us to really show our skills."

"Let's go, let's go to other places to cultivate the fundamental methods, and then soar to the sky, covering the heavens with one hand, and suppressing all the demons and monsters of this era."

"When the time comes, I will cut off a hundred strands of mana for you, and others will give you some mana, so that you can reach the Foundation Establishment stage."

"Once you reach the Foundation Establishment stage, your cultivation speed will be even faster."

"At that time, we can easily refine thousands or even tens of thousands of magical powers, allowing us to become Foundation Establishment cultivators as well."

"Then everyone pooled their magical power, refined the materials, and tried to open up the simplest Purple Mansion within ten years."

"Even the simplest Purple Mansion can suppress the demons and monsters of this era."

A series of events, and then...

In a flash, the Purple-Clad Marquis led away nearly four or five thousand cultivators.

Many of these cultivators had actually wanted to leave, but were delayed for various reasons.

Now that the opportunity has come, they naturally want to run away.

The departure of the Purple-Clad Marquis caused no ripples.

When the great cultivator of the cave found out, he not only did not stop them, but also arranged for his parrot demons to deliver various travel documents to them, saying that they should be stationed at Wulong Ridge.

The Purple-Clad Marquis and others were quite grateful after receiving the document.

However, some cultivators laughed and said, "The big boss of the cave has sent out many similar documents."

"Right now, there are probably over a million cultivators practicing their techniques at the foot of Wulong Ridge."

Upon hearing this, the Purple-Clad Marquis and the others breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that we are not the only clever people; there are many others."

"Once we get there, we can join forces and surely achieve great things."

The Purple-Clad Marquis and his entourage headed straight for Wulong Ridge in a grand procession.

Although everyone was exceptionally strong and had demon mounts for transportation, it still took them almost a year to reach Wulong Ridge.

Upon arriving at Wulong Ridge, the group saw that the mountain peaks stretched endlessly into the distance.

On the mountain peak, a large number of cultivators were frantically refining their techniques by inhaling and exhaling sunlight, starlight, earth fire, and feng shui.

A spirit of the yang emerges and walks about, gathering magical power.

A magically conjured puppet crafts a furnace to refine various materials.

Under the guidance of sticks and clubs, demons carved through mountains and rocks to build defensive structures.

The place is filled with cultivators practicing magic, as if it were a real world.

On the contrary, there wasn't a single indigenous person among them.

Just as the Purple-Clad Marquis and his group arrived, a cultivator transformed into a streak of light and hurtled towards them.

Upon examining the documents and discovering that they came from Zijin Pass, they immediately laughed and said, "Gentlemen, since you're here, we're all one family."

"In a moment, everyone will receive a thousand units of mana and a set of ordinary foundation-building materials. Take the first step towards foundation building as soon as possible."

"Then let's join forces and work together to reach the Purple Mansion."

"When the time comes, with our millions of Purple Mansion cultivators joining forces, killing that Liu... what was it again? will be a piece of cake."

"By the way, who is our target?"

The Purple-Clad Marquis muttered subconsciously, "Liu... what was that again? Never mind, the name isn't important."

"The important thing is to advance to the Purple Mansion cultivation level as soon as possible."

"Then take them out."

The cultivators all nodded in agreement.

The Purple-Clad Marquis took a deep breath. Looking at the cultivators practicing their arts all over the mountains and fields, and at his fellow cultivators building various defensive structures, he roared to the sky: "This place will be where we dominate the world, usher in a new era, and become kings and ancestors."

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Inside the tent of the grotto-heaven cultivator, Wang Quan sat cross-legged with the cultivator.

A year ago, after the Purple-Clad Marquis led his team away, he sought out the cultivators of the cave heaven and asked why they had been allowed to leave.

The cultivator from the cave laughed and said, "This Purple Gold Pass doesn't need a few cannon fodder like them."

"Moreover, I have other reasons for tacitly agreeing to their going to Wulongling."

Wang Quan asked curiously, "What are your thoughts?"

The cultivator from the grotto-heaven said with a complicated expression, "The first thing I did after arriving in this world was to send people to investigate Wulong Ridge."

"Do you know what's in Wulong Ridge?"