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

A group of elderly men and women grabbed the royal power and took a step forward.

The next moment, Wang Quan saw nothingness.

The next moment, he returned to the same spot.

A sense of disconnect swept over me.

The elderly men and women laughed and said, "Young people, over the past ten years, we have shown you all the beauty and wonder of the world."

"Now, you believe this world is real, right?"

"This is not the memory or thought of any living being, nor will it be reset."

"Cheer up, don't let these lunatics influence you."

The king remained silent.

ten years?

Haha, what are you talking about?

It was only for a fleeting moment.

He only saw emptiness, not the beauty or wonder he was looking for.

However, he didn't argue with these people. Instead, he quietly went to find young girls and mingled with them.

Every day he would practice the "Flying Rope Technique" for a while, and then walk around with the girl, spending some time together.

He spent more time practicing various spells, comprehending unorthodox and orthodox methods, understanding the fundamental laws of all Purple Mansion realms in the Xuanmen orthodox school, and studying Taoist scriptures.

Initially, he even considered escaping from here.

As time went on, he calmed down: he improved his inner self and regarded this place as a place of seclusion.

He diligently practiced his spiritual cultivation and devoted himself to in-depth study.

In this world, time flies by like a bird in flight:

The rope in Wang Quan's hand grew longer and longer.

It grows one zhang every thousand years.

The first millennium passed, and the boys and girls were lively every day, cultivating and improving their skills.

They never grow old or grow up; they have endless things to talk about every day; they are full of vitality.

However, Wang Quan felt he was getting old.

He wanted to break through to the Golden Core stage.

However, even though he had the materials for refining the Golden Elixir, he was still unable to do so.

His magical power remains unchanged, forever maintaining the state he was in when he first entered this place.

Fortunately, the number of spells, fundamental laws, and Taoist scriptures he studied was also increasing.

However, when the number of Daoist scriptures reached 4999, the fifth thousandth Daoist scripture was no longer displayed.

During this time, the Spirit Demon Venerable said to him, "The Taoist scriptures are useless!"

"The flying rope method is the only way to succeed."

"Practice diligently, I have faith in you."

Wang Quan remained silent for a moment before asking, "Senior, if I complete my Dao Seal advancement here, may I leave?"

The Spirit Demon Venerable was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "This place is actually quite nice!"

"Look at them, always full of energy, always youthful and lively, without any worries."

"If you stay, you'll end up like them."

Wang Quan shook his head: "Sorry, I want to leave here."

"The dynasties and eras of calamity that are about to descend upon the world are about to be over."

"I need to go back and deal with the calamity."

The Spirit Demon Venerable laughed: "Those who survived the dynastic calamities were either ordinary people with good luck or experts in their respective realms."

"Those who survive the calamities of the times are the weak at the lowest level."

"The cultivators who survived these two calamities simultaneously were all incredibly lucky."

"Young man, you're out of luck."

"He will surely die if he returns to the real world."

Wang Quan smiled: "Even if I die, I want to die in the real world."

"Besides, life and death are in my own hands, not in the hands of others."

The Spirit Demon Venerable smiled: "Young man, you are mistaken."

Your life and death are not in your own hands.

Just as Wang Quan was about to retort, the Spirit Demon Venerable continued, "Young man, perhaps you have a partner in the real world to walk hand in hand with, perhaps you have relatives you can't bear to part with, perhaps you have people and things you can't let go of."

"However, your recklessness cannot save them."

"The only way to save them is to find the Palace of Miracles."

"Only by finding it and gaining access to it can you end the calamities of the dynasty and the era."

Wang Quan laughed: "This place is fake."

The Spirit Demon Venerable smiled: "This is real."

"It is the last sanctuary for us, the ones who are barely clinging to life."

"If you can find the Palace of Miracles here, then you can definitely find it in the real world as well."

Wang Quan took a deep breath and asked seriously, "Then, will this place be reset?"

The Spirit Demon Venerable remained silent for a moment, then said, "Yes!"

Wang Quan then asked, "So, after the reset, will it affect us outsiders?"

Spirit Demon Venerable: "Yes."

"You might lose some memories, or you might gain more, or nothing might happen."

"So... young man, before the reset, you must forge an even longer rope."

Wang Quan nodded: "Understood!"

The Spirit Demon Venerable instructed the young men and women, "If you are willing, you can chat with them a little longer."

"In the future, they will all become terrifying ghosts and gods."

"Although their consciousness is trapped here, they will be revived when the catastrophe of the era arrives."

"They remember everything that happened here back then."

"Those memories, though only a tiny, insignificant part to their true nature, can still influence some of their decisions."

After speaking, the Spirit Demon Venerable vanished.

Looking at the spot where he had disappeared, Wang Quan wanted to ask him, "Were you some kind of god or demon?"

As a result, the other party disappeared.

Wang Quan remained silent for a while. He did not heed the advice of the Spirit Demon Venerable, but continued to maintain his own routine.

This maintains the efficiency of increasing the rope's length by one zhang (approximately 3.3 meters) over a thousand

One zhang...

Five zhang...

Ten zhang...

Wang Quan used idiotic methods to copy his own memories and seal them in ten thousand crystal brains.

On this day, as he attempted to decipher the sealed fifth thousandth volume of the Daoist scripture, a familiar yet strange sense of disconnect arose within him.

The next moment, Wang Quan felt as if he had entered another world.

He returned to where he had first entered and then experienced everything that had happened before.

Once everything was settled, he examined the copied and sealed memories.

He examined every single memory, at every point in time.

Then they discovered that their memories were completely identical, with tens of thousands of identical memories.

"So, among my tens of thousands of memories, did some disappear simultaneously? Or did some increase? Or did nothing change?"

He checked the information about the drowned lower courtyard, Ruo Jinghong, Meiniang, Ying Jiaren, Stone City, and the Underworld.

These memories are all there.

call!

He exhaled a breath of stale air, stopped pondering the problem, and continued to repeat everything he had done before.

Refining hemp rope and enhancing cultural heritage.

However, after this reset, he specifically set aside some time to study the Imperial Classics.

He wanted to try whether the Imperial Scripture could take him away from these memories.

This time, he studied the "Emperor's Saying: It is Better to Help Oneself Than to Help Others".

This research has been conducted for a thousand years and has yielded some results, but not many.

In the second millennium, he turned his attention to studying "The Emperor's Tale of Big Fish & Begonia, Part 1".

This time, after studying the Emperor's Scripture for a thousand years, he gained a deeper understanding of it, and the giant fish he visualized was even more terrifying.

Furthermore, by utilizing a vast amount of crystal brains and inverted wisdom, it is connected to the "Heavenly Mysterious Emperor's Bloodline Totem Landscape Classic".

This made him even more accomplished.

However, he still felt that the Imperial Scripture was not enough for him to break free.

But he didn't give up.

He spent millennia studying volume after volume of imperial scriptures.

In the fifth millennium, he finally found hope of escaping this place in a scroll of imperial scriptures.