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

The king knew when to back down.

The boys and girls were happy, and the Spirit Demon Lord was even happier.

He tossed a hemp rope to Wang Quan and taught him the "Flying Rope Technique".

Bilibili!

Girgh!

The Spirit Demon Venerable shook his head and explained for a while, finally sighing:

"This 'flying rope technique' is extremely mysterious."

"With diligent study and practice, you will surely be able to find the Palace of Miracles."

Wang Quan, clutching the hemp rope, asked blankly, "Then, Venerable One, at what level of cultivation do I need to have a chance to find the [Palace of Miracles]?"

The Spirit Demon Venerable scratched his head: "My rope is a hundred feet long, but I still haven't found the [Palace of Miracles]."

"You need to practice with a rope at least 101 zhang long to have any hope."

Wang Quan swallowed hard: "Is this hemp rope easy to practice with?"

A young girl chuckled softly, "It takes a thousand years to train someone to a length of one zhang!"

Wang Quan looked at the hemp rope in his hand, which was as thick as a hair and only a foot long, and suddenly fell silent.

He didn't want to talk to the creatures here anymore.

He wanted to slam his fist on the table, stand up, and yell at these guys, letting them know he didn't want to listen to their jokes.

Unfortunately, there was no table in front of him, so he couldn't take any pictures.

So he decided to put up with it.

"Next time there's a table, I'll definitely slam my fist on it and yell at them."

While they were pondering, a young man took out tables, chairs, and benches from his treasure pouch and arranged them. He then clapped his hands and summoned many spirits to offer exquisite dishes: "Everyone, to welcome the arrival of the king, we should celebrate."

Wang Quan touched the table, looked at the group of smiling young men and women, then at the Spirit Demon Venerable, and chuckled: "Everyone, let's drink together!"

After a few rounds of drinks, the young men and women had rosy cheeks as they talked about their luck and the treasures they had discovered in blessed lands and grottoes.

Wang Quan felt they were showing off, so he casually asked, "Your Excellency, could you tell me about the mythological era?"

"I'm new here and don't even know what the Age of Myths is."

"If I understood the mythological era, perhaps I could find the Palace of Miracles more easily."

The boys and girls all turned to look at the Spirit Demon Venerable.

The Venerable One coughed and sighed, "The Mythical Age is an age that exists independently of the thirty ages."

"This mythological era belongs to a fragmented history, an era without a clear timeline."

"It is said that this mythical era was a golden age."

"The creatures there take pride in setting foot in the mythical realm."

"Hmm... As for what the Mythical Realm is, even we in the Relics Sect don't know."

"All we know is that in that era, geniuses emerged in great numbers, and mythical powerhouses were as numerous as hairs on a cow."

"Among the many mythical powerhouses, there is one who is known as—the myth among myths."

"In scattered records, this myth within a myth suppressed the entire mythological era."

"This myth within a myth, after suppressing an entire era, ordered a palace to be built on a mountain."

"This palace is supported by stone pillars that rise into the sky and intersect in the air to form pillars."

"A great many magnificent palaces are situated on these pillars."

"It is said that the largest of them has twelve palaces."

"Every palace holds a treasure."

"There is the [Mythical Diagram of Ten Thousand Demons Worshiping], the [Earth Mother Sutra], and even some [titles] created by that myth within a myth."

"In short, the Palace of Miracles has everything."

"If you can find that palace, you can get everything you want."

Wang Quan's heart skipped a beat: "Becoming an immortal is also possible?"

The Spirit Demon Venerable chuckled: "Immortals? In the age of mythology, immortals were only fit to be servants of some mythical being within a myth."

"They are only fit to be placed on pillars, serving as reliefs, as decorations."

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan gasped, "Then, what's the name of this myth within a myth?"

The Spirit Demon Venerable remained silent for a moment: "I don't know."

Nobody knows his name.

"In the fragmented history, the place for his name is completely blank."

Wang Quan was stunned: "A false existence?"

The girl beside him shook her head: "That mythical being, because he's too powerful."

His name became taboo—unthinkable, unspeakable, and unwritten.

The king remained silent.

He found the information these people provided to be unreliable and suspicious.

However, seeing the serious expressions on their faces, he chose to remain silent.

Shortly after, the banquet ended.

The girl beside him pulled him to practice the [Flying Rope Technique].

The flying rope ritual requires reciting numerous mantras to imbue the rope with magical power, which is then woven into a hemp rope and allowed to grow.

There is no shortcut to mastering this magic; it can only be achieved through gradual, persistent practice.

Initially, Wang Quan didn't pay much attention to this technique; he spent most of his time observing the world.

The boys and girls didn't care and let him run around.

However, after running around for a few days, Wang Quan lost interest.

Because the place he was in was so lifelike, it seemed real.

However, its actual area is very small, only about 10,000 li in size.

He went to every courtyard, every pavilion, and even every stone tower, hoping to find some secrets and then use those secrets to return to the real world.

As a result, although he discovered many strange things, he still couldn't escape them.

In the courtyard, he saw one cultivator after another in seclusion.

The monks advised him, "Since you're here, make the best of it."

"The Relics Sect is one of the top sects."

"Your joining the sect is the greatest luck of your life."

He went into the pavilion and saw a group of kind-looking old men.

These old men spent their days and nights crafting hemp ropes and practicing the "flying rope technique."

They said to the royal authority, "There are countless good things in the world, but none are as good as the legendary Palace of Miracles."

"Find it, and you can save the world, save all living beings."

Wang Quan scoffed, "If so many of you can't do it, how could I?"

He went to the stone pagoda, where there were rows of even more decayed old men and women.

Their faces were contorted in grotesque expressions, and they were bound in chains, trapped inside the stone tower.

They don't practice the "flying rope technique," they only think about how to escape.

Upon seeing Wang Quan, they exclaimed excitedly, "You must be new here!"

"Listen to me, don't practice the 'flying rope method'."

"The more proficient one becomes in this spell, the less chance they have of escaping."

"This place is a memory of some being."

"His memory resets once every ten thousand years."

"Even if you exhaust all your strength to cultivate the Flying Rope Technique, everything will be reset after ten thousand years."

"At that time, you will have to start practicing the Flying Rope Technique all over again."

"This will continue indefinitely."

Wang Quan visited several stone towers, but all he received were these same messages.

He went to ask the old men and women in the pavilions and courtyards.

The old men sneered, dismissing them with disdain: "Those idiots know nothing."

"This place will not reset at all."

"Everything here is real, not just the obsessive memories of some being."

Wang Quan asked suspiciously, "Then why is this place only ten thousand miles in size? Can you leave this place?"

The elderly men and women became anxious: "Of course we can leave!"

"Come on, I'll take you for a walk."