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

Wang Quan was unaware of the experiences of Yu Wanzhou and others after he left the historical fragment.

Back then, he gave up many resources, magic treasures, and magical artifacts from his Purple Mansion to sign the "Initial Covenant" with Yu Wanzhou, Princess Tianxuan, and others. After receiving partial returns from the Crown Prince of Daqian, "One-Way Street Master," and others, he, like other fighting cultivators, collected some unique resources from this historical fragment.

Once everything was ready, he, like the other cultivators, couldn't wait to return to the present world.

As his thoughts raced, in the next instant, his body became ethereal, and then he saw streaks of white light descending from the sky.

This white light, like a great dragon, swallowed many cultivators in one gulp, and then contracted.

He was swallowed by the largest dragon.

Compared to the dazed state he was in when he first arrived, he was fully conscious this time.

He saw colorful lights flowing around him, witnessed the changes of the world, and even saw terrifying creatures appearing in the scene.

Those beings were incredibly powerful, seemingly transcending time, and were gazing upon them.

He even saw a woman of exceptional talent, in the midst of a life-or-death struggle with a dashing young man, curiously reach out to grab his white light.

That slender little hand seemed to transcend time and space, reaching out to grasp him.

As a result, the white light carried him, easily passing through that slender little hand.

Wang Quan turned around and saw the woman with a regretful expression on her face.

"What the hell kind of monster is this?"

"They were able to observe us?"

"Could he be an immortal?!"

call out!call out!call out!

Various historical scenes flashed by; some beings simply watched him quietly, while others, like the woman, wanted to seize him.

It might be a fleeting moment, or it might take a hundred years.

Wang Quan's consciousness was blurred. In the hazy light, he saw streaks of white light flowing down a long river and then suddenly bursting out of it.

At that moment, he completely lost consciousness.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself on a huge platform.

Looking around, he saw a group of cultivators with blank stares.

He looked up and saw a huge vortex.

The vortex spun slower and slower, and the surrounding door frames creaked and cracked, even bursting open.

Beams of white light shot out from it and scattered across different platforms around it.

"The trans-temporal ritual is about to collapse!"

"Quickly, dig out a few more Accelerators and have them repair them."

High in the sky, living beings were filled with fear.

Because at this time, less than one-fifth of the cultivators had returned.

If the vortex collapses, all the cultivators who were thrown into the historical fragments will be completely wiped out.

This is a huge loss for both orthodox and unorthodox cultivators.

It's alright for cultivators at lower levels.

But this time, many blessed lands and grotto-heavens level cultivators went in.

These cultivators are all pillars of the nation, carrying a large number of high-level magic treasures.

There were even a few Accelerator-level experts who brought in powerful weapons like the Celestial Patrol Treasure.

Although they were mentally prepared for all of them to lose.

However, if the collapse of a simple teleportation device prevents those that should return from doing so from doing so, that would be ridiculous.

Therefore, they would rather sacrifice some of the corrupt Accelerators to continue maintaining the Vortex and allow the mainstay cultivators to return.

Someone muttered, "Dig a few more."

"The highest level that has returned to the field is the Golden Core Realm."

"The cultivators at the Nascent Soul, Dharma Body, and Blessed Land/Grotto Heaven levels haven't returned yet."

"If they return, the transmission ritual will be under even greater pressure."

Soon, a series of work chants came from afar:

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

A group of cultivators, each tens of feet tall, appeared riding on giant demons each tens of feet tall, carrying decaying coffins.

Below the great demon, dark clouds churned.

The dark clouds bared their teeth and cursed, "A bunch of idiots."

"Why not just let us carry the coffin? Instead, they pretend to stand on our backs, adding extra burdens and making us carry everything."

The monsters serving as mounts growled, "Shut up!"

"That's exactly the kind of ritual we're looking for!"

The cultivators carried by the demon sighed, "These seniors are about to shine in their final days. What harm is there in letting them have a moment of glory before they die?"

"Alright, everyone, cheer up."

"Maintain formation."

"Hey, you dark cloud on the left, could you change your angry expression to a sad one?"

Black Cloud gritted his teeth: "Master's master, because of your idiotic actions, I'm filled with nothing but rage!"

The cultivator sneered, "Once the ceremony is over, I'll crush you, send your soul back to the sky, and make you a black cloud that only knows how to bring rain."

Upon hearing this, Hei Yun was overcome with grief, his expression sorrowful: "Master, please don't kill me."

"I haven't even had a chance to enjoy this wonderful world yet!"

The cultivator sneered, "Enjoy it in your next life!"

Upon hearing this, the dark cloud wept even more sadly: its tears turned into a misty drizzle, drifting and falling, adding a touch of desolation to the scene.

"Great, the atmosphere is perfect, it's so ceremonial."

As he spoke, he turned and glanced back at the coffin he was carrying.

The coffin was several tens of feet in size and exuded an aura of decay.

Click!

The coffin lid was lifted, and an old woman with a hunched back and wearing rotten robes emerged from it.

She walked step by step toward the collapsing teleportation vortex:

first step......

Her blood and energy surged, her hunched body straightened, and her skin, more wrinkled than old tree bark, regained its luster and became taut.

Step two...

Time seemed to flow backward on the old woman; her skin was fair and delicate, her eyes were no longer cloudy, and she was stunningly beautiful, like a peerless beauty.

Step three...

Whoosh!

The stunning beauty's robes ripped open, revealing her perfect figure.

Every pore on her body radiated a dazzling light, like a mini sun.

The light emanating from this little sun was so dazzling that no one dared to look directly at it, not even the most skilled experts in their own realms.

The female cultivator at the Accelerator level glanced longingly at all directions, finally looking at all living beings with complex emotions: "I was once a stunningly beautiful woman."

"Unfortunately... you've never witnessed my brilliance!"

"You must remember, I am—Nan Mingjin of the Tai Su Sect!"

"I'll form the lintel!"

call out!

This decaying, top-tier female cultivator transformed into a beam of light that landed on the door frame, becoming a new lintel and stabilizing the vortex.

Another cultivator revived and returned to his peak condition.

"I dance alone for the Taiyuan Sect!"

"I'll form the left door frame!"

Another monk lifted the coffin lid:

"I am the Primordial Gate—"

"I'll form the group—"

As one powerful cultivator after another revived and repaired the vortex, the interdimensional teleportation vortex stabilized, and more cultivators flew out from it.

Looking at this scene, witnessing the sacrifice of one top-tier cultivator after another, Wang Quan sighed inwardly, "Was their sacrifice worthwhile?"

"Isn't it good to be alive?"

He didn't understand.

The other cultivators who had just returned from their battles were in the same boat.