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

call!call!call!

A series of eerie winds howled.

Above the stone statue of the demon, Wang Quan surveyed the surroundings, searching for any possible creatures.

As a result, he saw no ghosts or monsters.

Boom!

Wang Quan stomped his feet.

A sound wave materialized and swept outwards.

call!

He then sprayed another burst of magical power onto the sound wave, perceiving it through the sound.

One breath...

Three breaths...

Five breaths...

The sound waves dissipated, and still no living beings were detected.

"Looks like this is a good location."

"Without living beings, it's perfect for me to use my authority over the underworld to take control of this place."

The king was delighted.

He wants to use his authority to control this place and connect the first and second levels of the underworld.

only......

There are no buildings here, so how can we communicate between the two underworlds?

For a moment, he was a little lost.

But the next moment, a thought struck him: "If there's no building, I'll build one myself."

Thinking of this, he chanted incantations and spat out spells.

The spell landed, swirling up soil and pebbles that rose into the air and landed on the head of the ghost statue.

He patted the treasure bag, and a box flew out.

He patted the box again, and paper figures flew out, exploded upon landing, and transformed into muscular men.

The burly men landed and began building houses with a clanging sound.

At the same time, a beautiful woman was born.

These beauties, wielding curved swords, darted across the stone statues of ghosts and gods, scattered around like swallows, meticulously exploring.

Finally, he stomped his foot, and seventy-two trails of dust appeared, carrying him into the air.

At this moment, as he chanted incantations, he released defensive spells and even patted his treasure pouch to release defensive magical artifacts.

Numerous magical artifacts moved about, like flowing fire, weaving all around.

Wang Quan didn't expect the magical artifacts to kill enemies; he only hoped they would self-destruct if they encountered danger, buying him a breath of time.

Finally, he set up a protective barrier, hung lightning and fire in the air, and added some lightning and fire to the seventy-two trails of smoke and dust beneath his feet.

Giant hands sprouted from the smoke and dust, grabbing the lightning and fire, ready to be thrown out whenever needed, capable of blasting in all directions, up, down, left, and right.

He set up some defenses before finally releasing the five-colored altar.

They went on stage and released the ritual materials.

At this time, the muscular men who had transformed from the paper figures had also finished building the houses.

The house was just a small three-room bungalow, occupying only thirty to fifty square meters. It looked small, but for the royal power, it was enough.

With everything ready, Wang Quan activated his underworld authority without hesitation and took control of the small house.

The authority of the first level of the Underworld extends to the houses of the second level of the Underworld.

The next moment, a message appeared in Wang Quan's mind:

[Rendering will be successful after 49 days.]

Forty-nine days?

It was quite a long time.

But the royal power was still pleased.

After all, his authority was at the first level of the Underworld, and the fact that this authority could be effective at the second level of the Underworld was enough to make him happy.

At this time, he also discovered that the good deeds he had accumulated were gradually diminishing.

Although the speed was not fast, according to his calculations, it was not enough to last until the forty-ninth day.

"I need to accumulate more good deeds."

With this thought in mind, he returned directly to the first level of the underworld and then drew away tens of millions of merits from the city.

The next moment, he turned around and descended once more into the second level of the underworld, landing on the seventy-two trails of dust.

At this moment, his yin virtue is abundant. At this rate, even if he spends four hundred and ninety years, he will not exhaust his yin virtue.

"Well then, let's just wait patiently!"

Wang Quan was in a good mood. He had thought that it would take a huge price to communicate with the first level of the underworld before he could reach the second level.

But it seems that he only needs to wait quietly for forty-nine days to easily resolve the issue.

"If it's so easy, why don't people from other unorthodox sects and orthodox schools come?"

"Could it be that their second level of the underworld, corresponding to the polar region, is in a worse situation than mine?"

He couldn't figure it out, so he gave up trying.

one day........

Ten days.........

Thirty days...

As time flew by, Wang Quan sat atop the seventy-two trails of dust, sometimes practicing magic, sometimes activating various fundamental laws, pondering their mysteries, and refining streams of magical power.

On that day, as he silently awaited the birth of the second layer of the Netherworld Safe Zone, a dazzling golden light flew in from afar.

Wherever the golden light passed, a chilling wind arose.

A moment later, the golden light, like a rainbow, descended from the sky and landed on the periphery of the various measures arranged by the king.

boom!

A burst of golden light erupted, and a bald-headed boy emerged from it.

This bald young man was handsome, with a compassionate face and his hands clasped together, just like the monk he had seen in his previous life.

However, Wang Quan knew that in this new continent, whether it was unorthodox or orthodox, there were no monks at all.

Only those with similar appearances, such as the "Bald Head Way" and the "Muscle Way," are considered to be legitimate.

The bald youth glanced at the parading magical artifacts and the thunder and fire floating in the eerie wind, then nodded to Wang Quan: "Fellow Daoist, could you perhaps be the legendary Flower-Scattering Daoist?"

Wang Quan nodded: "That's right!"

"May I ask your name, friend?"

The bald boy smiled and said, "I am the Golden Light Daoist, Wutian!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan's mind naturally conjured up the other party's information: [Golden Light Daoist - Wutian - I'm stubborn as a mule, you disagree? Go ahead and hit me on the head!]

Upon sensing this information, Wang Quan's lips twitched.

Good heavens, this is the first time he has encountered a cultivator with legendary status since the battle ended.

The legend of this monk is quite interesting.

As he pondered, he smiled and said, "So it is Fellow Daoist Wutian."

"May I ask why you have come here, my friend?"

Wutian shook his bald head, his expression strange: "Fellow Daoist, didn't you come here for the legendary mysterious Daoist scripture?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan was taken aback.

The mysterious Taoist scriptures are actually the last 8,000 volumes of the 108,000 Taoist scriptures.

These Taoist scriptures are far more terrifying than the 100,000 Taoist scriptures.

Each volume contains many mysteries.

Wang Quan never expected that he would encounter a clue to a mysterious Taoist scripture in the second level of the underworld.

This luck... is truly extraordinary.

As he pondered, a thought struck him, and he smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Wutian, I came here to connect with the first level of the Underworld, not for the mysterious Daoist scriptures."

Upon hearing this, Jin Guangwutian was taken aback for a moment.

Then, with a strange expression, he said, "Fellow Daoist, when the second and first layers of the Underworld are connected in the polar region, a great terror will occur."

"If you want to collude with the underworld, go to the mainland to do so."

"The underworld there is peaceful and interconnected. There is no great terror. As long as one has the authority of the underworld and the virtue of the underworld, one can easily connect to the first five levels of the underworld."

Wang Quan shook his head: "I must connect to the first level of the underworld here."

Wu Tian smiled and nodded: "In that case, it's up to you."

"By the way, would you like to participate in the competition for the mysterious Taoist scripture?"

Wang Quan shook his head: "I participated in the magical contest and obtained two mysterious Taoist scriptures. Although I have now mastered their mysteries, I have not yet reached the pinnacle."

"Therefore, I have no interest in studying other esoteric Taoist scriptures."

Wutian rubbed his bald head, his eyes darting around: "Fellow Daoist Sahua, if you're interested, let's join forces to seize the Dao Scripture."

"After we've looted it, we'll each make a copy, and we'll practice together."

Wang Quan was tempted, but after glancing at the houses at his feet, he still shook his head: "I have no interest in the mystical scriptures right now."

"I only want to connect the first and second layers of the underworld."

Jin Guangwutian was about to say something more when another beam of light flew in from afar.

The light was white, like ice, and even from a great distance, a chilling aura swept over it.

Wherever the cold air passed, it was like a tidal wave, sweeping across the sky and covering the earth with a magnificent momentum.