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

What is there in Wulong Ridge?

According to the information Wang Quan had, there must be a fortress in Wulong Ridge that was much more magnificent than Zijin Pass.

It's even possible that the entire Wulong Ridge could be transformed into a fortress.

It was one of the most powerful fortresses in the Shang Dynasty.

However, he opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.

At this moment, the cultivator from the grotto-heaven, without waiting for Wang Quan's reply, said to himself, "Wulong Ridge is a desolate place, there's nothing there."

"There are only barren mountains and treacherous waters there, and a group of starving, emaciated monsters."

"That place wasn't even a strategic location for the Great Shang Empire."

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan frowned.

Not a strategic location? Then why did a major battle take place there in history?

He instinctively said, "If it wasn't a strategic location, why did a war eventually break out there?"

"Yes, the Purple-Clad Marquis and the others went. Before him, there must have been other cultivators who went as well."

"They want to practice world magic so they can use it to suppress [Liu Yong]."

"However, those who practice worldly magic are considered monsters by the natives."

"When a nation is about to perish, there will surely be monstrous signs."

"They are the greatest prodigies of the Shang Dynasty."

"In order to defeat the Great Shang Dynasty and to justify their actions, the Great Qian Empire must go to Wulong Ridge to deal with the Purple-Clad Marquis and his forces."

At this point, a hint of panic and unease flashed in Wang Quan's eyes: "If the Purple-Clad Marquis and the others don't go to Wulong Ridge and don't cultivate the fundamental technique, then... will the Great Qian Empire's army attack Wulong Ridge?"

The powerful figure from the cave said with a complex expression, "No!"

"That place is really not a strategic location; there are no indigenous troops stationed there."

Wang Quan laughed mockingly: "So, it was because the Purple-Clad Marquis and others went to Wulong Ridge that the Battle of Wulong Ridge occurred in history?"

The cultivator from the grotto-heaven nodded.

Wang Quan chuckled: "So, with our arrival in this era and the departure of the Purple-Clad Marquis and others, your arrangement for them to garrison Wulong Ridge—doesn't that mean—we are actually a part of history?"

"Would the Battle of Wulongling have never happened without us?"

The cultivator from the grotto sighed and nodded.

Wang Quan stood up and paced back and forth: "We enter history, we become history."

"So, can we change history?"

The cultivator from the grotto-heaven laughed and said, "Absolutely!"

"You have legendary status, and so do some other cultivators."

"With you guys here, we'll definitely find Liu... Yong and kill him."

Wang Quan took a deep breath: "But the Battle of Wulong Ridge exists because of us."

"We have become a part of history."

"Perhaps our actions will come true in the eyes of history."

"We cultivators who fight will eventually die at Wulong Ridge, making Liu Yong, the native of this era, famous."

"What if we don't send people to Wulong Ridge?"

"If there are no monsters in Wulong Ridge by then, the army of the Great Qian Empire will not go there, and there will be no subsequent battles."

The Grand Master of the Cave Heaven smiled: "If we could kill Liu Yong before the Battle of Wulong Ridge, then there would be no problem."

"If we can't find him or kill him, then we will completely lose the possibility of killing him."

"Then when a historical fragment comes to an end, it will start all over again."

"If this continues, we'll either go insane trapped in this fragment of history or be killed."

"Either kill the target and return to the present world, or stay in this era and make a name for yourself."

"We have no other choice."

Wang Quan suddenly laughed: "If we kill Liu Yong, some people will remain in this era, and then they will open up the underworld and open up [sexual cultivation]."

"So, they changed history?"

"Or...has it become history?"

The powerful expert from the grotto-heaven realm laughed and said, "They are not qualified to change history."

"They will only become history."

"To become a passerby in history who doesn't even deserve a name."

Wang Quan shook his head in disbelief: "They have already tried to open up the underworld."

The cultivator from the grotto-heaven laughed heartily: "So what?"

"In the history of the world today, it was not any of them who opened up the underworld."

"Although they possess various spells and fundamental laws."

"But look at the unorthodox sects, which of them were the first patriarchs of the orthodox schools of Taoism?"

Wang Quan shook his head: "I don't even know anything about the ancestors of the drowning channel."

The cultivator from the grotto-heaven laughed heartily: "I don't know either."

"However, when I look at the sect's history, I find that the sect's founders in the new continent were all chosen from the prodigies of the sects in the old continent."

"As for how the first patriarch of the Jiuzhou sect came to be, I don't know."

"But I know that our fundamental techniques and spells as cultivators are all honed and researched bit by bit by generations of monstrous geniuses."

"These things couldn't possibly appear directly at the very beginning."

"Any cultivator who remains in this era and displays [sexual cultivation] techniques will ultimately be torn to pieces and studied bit by bit by the powerful figures of this era."

"Then those powerful individuals, using fragments of their corpses, gradually developed and perfected [sexual cultivation]."

"After a long period of evolution and iteration, unorthodox and unorthodox practices were eventually formed."

"Anyone can become a pioneer of unorthodox or esoteric practices in history."

"Only we who have come cannot do it."

Wang Quan seemed thoughtful: "That's right."

"The fundamental techniques we have mastered are at most at the Purple Mansion realm. Even if someone has mastered the fundamental techniques of the Golden Core realm in advance, their combat strength is still only at the Golden Core realm."

"And the natives of this world now possess the power of Dharma Aspects."

"No matter how powerful a Golden Core cultivator who cultivates both body and spirit is, they can't withstand the crushing force of a Dharma Aspect level warrior!"

The cultivator from the grotto-heaven nodded: "That's right, that's the point."

"Therefore, if we can successfully kill Liu Yong, we must leave this era."

"Every era has its own unique talents."

"In this era, there is no place for outsiders like us."

Wang Quan nodded.

Although he prided himself on his strong foundation, he would never dare to underestimate the prodigies of this era.

Thus, the crow flies and the rabbit runs:

New teams arrive every day, and then some leave the next day.

They all went to Wulongling.

Wang Quan did not leave. Every day, he would go to the battlefield with other legendary cultivators to fight and search for information about [Liu Yong].

However, after a year of continuous fighting, no news has been found.

However, the number of legendary cultivators around him is increasing.

A year later, the number of legendary cultivators around him had reached more than thirty.

In fact, there are also some legends of cultivators descending upon the land.

For example, Yu Wanzhou.

The cultivators from the grotto-heaven said that they might have gone to other cities.

On this day, the war drums thundered, and Wang Quan, fully armed and wielding a large club, charged into the battlefield once again.

He traveled across the battlefield, specifically seeking out and fighting against geniuses of the same rank in the Great Qian Dynasty.

When it was time to call a retreat, he gave a whistle, and dozens of legendary cultivators used every means to forcibly capture some prodigies and bring them back to Zijin Pass.

Next, as is customary, the group interrogated the prodigy of the Great Qian Empire.