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

The Taoist nun's cannon was something Wang Quan started building after returning from fragments of history.

This cannon is 300 meters in diameter and over 10,000 meters long.

The cannon was much shorter than the one depicted in the historical footage.

However, its power is by no means inferior.

The master of ceremonies, a Taoist nun, was proficient in all kinds of cannons. She even borrowed some evil cannons from Mei Niang to dissect and study them.

Moreover, she used a vast amount of resources to refine this cannon into a top-tier magic weapon prototype.

Now, it's just a tiny bit of opportunity away from becoming a magic weapon.

However, the Taoist nun in charge of the ceremony did not want the cannons to become magical weapons because of the fundamental principles of Buddhism.

Instead, they used techniques like enlightenment and creation to forcibly transform the cannon into a spirit.

This cannon spirit was quite powerful. Under the guidance of the master of ceremonies and the influence of Qian Xiuyue's concept of the Sunflower Spirit, it eventually reproduced with the evil multi-barreled cannons of the second world.

Although its offspring were not as large as it was, they were still over a thousand meters long.

These cannon spirits, while their individual cannonballs are not as powerful as a first-tier magic weapon, have the advantage of being able to fire without limit.

As long as there are shells, they can continuously unleash their power, relentlessly bombarding all enemies.

If it could be brought into the third layer of the world, it would definitely be a great help.

Therefore, Ruo Jinghong and the others were happy.

After the master of ceremonies finished speaking, Wang Quan said in a deep voice, "Everyone, go to the third level of the world."

"I will personally go to the second level of the underworld."

Originally, according to his initial plan, he was to go to the third layer of the world and then, relying on the "Scripture of Salvation," open up the safe zone of the third layer.

As a result, Ruo Jinghong and the others did not want to go to the second level of the underworld.

Everyone wants to go to the third layer of the world.

The third layer of the world corresponding to the far west may be terrifying, but no matter how terrifying it is, it is not as terrifying as the second layer, the underworld.

Whether recorded in Taoist scriptures or unofficial histories, the underworld is inherently strange and terrifying, hiding many great secrets.

It is said that the second layer of the underworld is made up of the accumulated underworlds of the dead.

Countless terrifying ghosts, spirits, and other bizarre creatures slumber there.

Although Ruo Jinghong and the others were Daoist cultivators with powerful foundations, they were still capable of such feats.

However, in their plan, they would not enter the second level of the underworld until they had reached the level of the primordial spirit.

Therefore, when Wang Quan said he wanted to open up a safe zone in the second layer of the underworld, these Daoist cultivators refused to go no matter what.

They would rather while away their days in the third layer of the world than go to the second layer of the underworld.

Moreover, they also contemplated the four magical treasures and two divine weapons that Wang Quan had originally created.

Although these things are just illusions, they can still be extremely destructive to evil when unleashed.

Moreover, they also expedited the re-creation of magical treasures such as the White Bone Ring and the Heavenly Banner.

These magical artifacts will be created in just a few more years.

When they are transported to the third layer of the world, their stress will be greatly reduced.

All of these factors made them even less willing to venture into the second level of the underworld.

Thus, it can only be that the royal power opens up the second layer of the underworld.

If Jinghong, Meiniang, and the others felt guilty and wanted to make it up to him.

As soon as Wu Zetian took off some of her clothes, Wang Quan hurriedly refused, saying, "The days ahead will be filled with life-or-death battles; it's better to conserve your energy."

Upon hearing this, Mei Niang stamped her foot in anger: "That's manly enough!"

"Do you only agree if Ruo Jinghong sleeps with you?"

Wang Quan looked at Ruo Jinghong.

The female cultivator was dressed in red and white, with long flowing hair and a rosy face.

Upon seeing Wang Quan, she immediately lowered her head and let out a soft snort.

Seeing the two of them like this, Mei Niang gritted her teeth in hatred: "Men, in what way am I inferior to Ruo Jinghong?"

"I know a hundred and eight thousand poses."

"There are a thousand ways to ascend to paradise."

"How can you be so blind?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan simply rolled his eyes.

Ruo Jinghong, standing to the side, chuckled, her laughter shaking with delight: "Meiniang, what are these thousand methods of yours?"

Mei Niang's eyes darted around. She felt that Ruo Jinghong's temperament was more innocent than her own, which was why Wang Quan favored her.

"I've tainted your purity, making you two despicable people loathe each other."

Thinking of this, Meiniang grabbed Ruo Jinghong and explained her own skills.

Ruo Jinghong merely nodded perfunctorily, but her mind was more focused on Wang Quan.

After contacting the various Daoist cultivators, Wang Quan said, "Everyone, it's almost time."

"Everyone, proceed according to plan."

"Let's strive to establish a foothold in the third, or even the fourth, world 795 years from now."

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement: "Of course."

Everyone knows that opening up a safe zone is not easy, so it took hundreds of years to slowly and meticulously refine and open it up.

In the past, they wouldn't have been so confident, but now, with their magic weapon, their human cannon, and the blessing of sunlight, they are much more certain.

They were full of confidence.

For them, it was perfectly normal to spend hundreds of years establishing a safe zone.

After giving his instructions, Wang Quan stood up, took a step, and entered the underworld.

The gates of the underworld are closed.

Ruo Jinghong and the others watched his disappearing figure, remaining silent for a long time.

"Let's go. Wang Quan is going to the second level of the underworld alone. We absolutely cannot be slower than him."

"It would be embarrassing to be slower than him."

The Daoist monk muttered.

Ruo Jinghong sighed, "It's so embarrassing now."

Many Daoist cultivators chuckled and remained silent.

Instead, Mei Niang tugged at her small hand and whispered, "Our foundation is ultimately inferior to that of the royal power."

"The second level of the underworld is terrifying. If we go there, we might not only fail to help him, but also become a burden."

Ruo Jinghong sighed, "That's precisely why I dared not go with him to the second level of the underworld."

"I heard it's dangerous there. I wonder how he is doing now!"

A Daoist cultivator scratched his head: "He just went in, he should be alright!"

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In the second level of the underworld, Wang Quan felt that he was not doing well at all.

Because, after he fell into the second level of the underworld, he discovered that the second level of the underworld corresponding to this stone city did not have the same prosperous city as the first level of the underworld.

All that remains is desolation.

No, it can't be called barren either.

The spot where he landed was the head of a giant stone statue of a demon.

Looking around, one sees stone statues of ghosts and gods of all sizes and strange shapes.

These stone statues of ghosts and gods have expressions ranging from compassionate to ferocious to serene.

They were either forming hand seals, sitting upright, or running around.

They look different, but they all have one thing in common:

Bleeding from all seven orifices.

Black blood flowed from his seven orifices, spreading all over his body.

But this blood, after countless years of erosion, has long since turned into something like fossils.

They resembled venomous snakes, twisting and coiling around the many ghosts and gods, looking ferocious and terrifying.

As Wang Quan looked at them, it was as if he saw dead ghosts and spirits uttering cries of despair, resentment, and anger.

"Are these stone statues of ghosts and gods real statues? Or... sleeping ghosts and gods? Or... simply corpses?"