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

Glug! Glug! Glug!

The egg-sized bead spins, radiating colorful light in all directions.

Even from a great distance, these Golden Core elders felt their hair stand on end and a great terror rise in their hearts.

terrible!

Danger!

Oh no!

Run!

Glug!

The old ancestor of the new method swallowed hard and looked up.

Through the hole in the roof, he saw a round-faced woman peeking out from a dark cloud, looking at him curiously.

When the round-faced Taoist nun saw him, a smile appeared on her face: "Goodbye!"

The next moment, the Golden Core Ancestor saw a small, fair hand emerge from the dark clouds.

Snapped!

The little hand snapped its fingers.

The next instant, inside the hall, the egg-sized bead suddenly contracted and then exploded with a bang.

boom!

A mushroom cloud of lightning shot into the sky and destroyed the main hall in an instant.

The mushroom cloud spun and expanded in all directions: thunder and fire rolled, and wherever it passed, no matter if you were a Golden Core Ancestor or a Foundation Establishment Ancestor, anyone swept up by the pillar of thunder and fire left nothing but a scream.

Thunder and fire swept down from the mountaintop.

The new magic array roared, forming a series of restrictions in an attempt to block it.

The new magic array was reduced to ashes the instant it collided with the restriction.

Some new cultivators released golden cores, magical artifacts, and talismans, even activating spiritual veins to rise into the air in an attempt to stop them.

But:

Under the thunder and fire, everything was reduced to ashes.

Thunder and fire swirled, engulfing the mountain, and a massive mushroom cloud rose into the sky, slowly rotating.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The swirling mushroom cloud of thunder and fire stirred up the dark clouds, and in an instant, lightning flashed, thunder roared, and torrential rain poured down on the location of the new sect.

The torrential rain washed away the thunder and smoke, gradually extinguishing the mushroom cloud and washing away the ashes scattered across the sky.

Above the heavy rain, above the dark clouds:

The round-faced Taoist nun fell silent.

She knew that Wang Quan's strength would increase dramatically after reaching the Purple Mansion Realm.

They also knew how powerful the lightning and fire he refined were.

However, she never dreamed that a single bolt of lightning could destroy the stronghold of a new sect.

"How can this lightning and fire be so powerful?"

She reached the Purple Mansion Realm of magic treasures and also refined thunderfire.

However, even the lightning fire she crafted using the finest materials could not match the power of the royal lightning fire.

"Was it because Fellow Daoist's lightning and fire were too powerful?"

"Or are these new laws too weak?"

The round-faced Taoist nun stared at the mountain, which had become a third shorter, and remained silent for a long time.

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ten years.......

795 years remain until the end of the dynasty and the calamity of the era:

In the far west, in Stone City, on the Fire Mulberry Tree, the three-headed, six-armed King Quan suddenly dispersed his hand seals, patted his treasure pouch, and retrieved a large number of materials.

The arm under his ribs made a cracking sound as it burrowed back into his chest and abdomen.

The head on the shoulder kept shrinking and hiding.

Flames filled the sky, and mulberry blossoms danced in the air.

Countless flower fairies, carrying magical artifacts such as the Mili Laughing Fog Machine, Dry Ice Machine, and Wind Bag, hovered around the royal power.

Smoke swirled, mulberry blossoms drifted, and flames danced.

Wang Quan stood up, took a step, and seventy-two plumes of dust rose from his feet.

The smoke and dust churned and transformed into seventy-two streams.

Their lower bodies resembled cigarette butts, interlocking together to support the monarchy.

The upper part can be transformed into either a powerful man with three heads and six arms or a graceful and beautiful woman.

Then they would play trumpets and pipa; or beat drums and gongs, making it a lively scene.

Seventy-two trails of smoke and dust swept across the sky, carrying the royal power straight to the three-story pavilion.

Soaring along, the dry ice was refreshing; the smoke and dust swirled, creating an ethereal atmosphere.

"A true man should be like this!" On the earth, a tumor-like monster drooled, looking on with envy.

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Inside the attic:

If Jinghong sits upright, the Purple Palace behind her head is faintly visible; within the Purple Palace, various divine figures sit upright, inhaling and exhaling the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiends within the Purple Palace, repeatedly practicing spells.

Mei Niang lay languidly on the colorful clouds, with a huge purple palace spinning behind her head, from which came joyful sounds.

Among them, multiple cannons clanged and clattered, seemingly practicing swordsmanship, creating quite a lively scene.

The other Daoist cultivators who arrived at the same time also displayed their power, sitting on the first, second, and third floors, waiting silently.

At this moment, the sounds of suona and pipa rang out, and dry ice smoke and clouds slipped in through the crack in the door, rolling wildly. Petals burst from the smoke and clouds, scattering everywhere.

Everyone looked towards the doorway.

The next moment, two faces appeared on the door; these were door spirits.

They turned around, opened the gate, and shouted, "Welcome, Lord Flower-Sprinkling Master, to offer your guidance!"

Ruo Jinghong and others.........

Amidst the music and fanfare, the king descended upon the land amidst a cloud of dust and smoke.

He looked around and saw that everyone was there. A smile appeared on his lips, and he seemed quite satisfied.

Just the next breath:

"Fellow Daoist who throws flowers, can you please be a little more discreet?"

"The suona playing in the smoke and clouds is awful, and the pipa playing is terrible too."

"The gongs and drums are even more annoying."

It was Mei Niang who spoke.

This female cultivator resented the king's refusal to let her abuse him, and therefore had a lot of opinions about him, always finding fault with him.

Over the years, he has made sarcastic remarks whenever we meet.

According to her, she would use a cold, queenly demeanor to attract the attention of the royal family and eventually make the man kneel at her feet.

However, many cultivators, including Ruo Jinghong, advised, "No matter how aloof you are, he won't agree to your request."

However, Mei Niang was not convinced.

Over the years, they have always had to resort to various means to attract the attention of the royal power.

Therefore, when the king arrived in such a grand manner, she still had to mock him.

Cough!

Wang Quan coughed a few times and ended the singing and dancing: "Everyone, the ten-year agreement has come to an end. Now, it's time for us to take action."

Ten years ago, they made a pact to elevate their realm and enhance their foundation.

Ten years later, they will break into the second level of the underworld and then into the third level of the world.

When Wang Quan spoke, everyone nodded in agreement.

Ruo Jinghong said crisply, "Over the years, I've had the leeks build a lamp."

"The lamp oil is formed from a massive amount of the sun's true fire."

"The lamp wick is an ancient monster that has existed for thousands of years."

"I then visualized and created 365 phantom images of gods."

"At that time, I will have the Sun God carry a lantern to the third world to act as the sun, shining in all directions."

Mei Niang stood up and said in a serious tone, "Over the years, leeks have made a mirror for me."

"I also transformed many evils into mighty warriors."

"Once we enter the third layer of the world, I will have the warriors carry mirrors to reflect the light and crush evil."

Other Daoist cultivators then revealed the magical artifacts that the "leeks" (a term for ordinary people who exploit others) had created for them.

These magical artifacts, though only of the first rank, possess immense power.

Even magical artifacts that are not good at killing can easily suppress orthodox cultivators below the Purple Mansion level simply by virtue of their power.

If activated at full power, it can kill Daoist cultivators without magical treasures.

With their strength greatly increased, everyone was full of confidence.

Wang Quan examined their magical artifacts and discovered that many of them were prepared to combat evil.

All of this is pretty much the same as what was discussed ten years ago.

Therefore, the king was very satisfied.

At this moment, the female officiant also arrived.

Although she was not a Daoist cultivator, she was qualified to come because of the royal authority.

The female cultivator began, "Over the past ten years, following the instructions of the Flower-Scattering Taoist, I have gathered ghosts and spirits to forge a human cannon capable of obliterating everything."

Everyone was delighted upon hearing this.