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

The first level of the underworld, City No. 95, Manor No. 95:

Countless ghosts and monsters either slumber in high-rise boxes to recover their energy, cultivate themselves, have their blood drawn and flesh cut off, or refine the various materials given by the city lord to accumulate points and expand their living boxes.

There are orthodox monks here serving as overseers.

They sat atop the clouds, practicing various spells and absorbing magical power.

If he finds any ghosts slacking off, he will snort coldly, and whips will spring from the clouds beneath him, lashing them fiercely.

He was only satisfied after whipping the lazy ghosts until they were rolling on the ground in agony.

Some cultivators, because they enjoyed drawing 500 consecutive times, have now become cold-snorting monsters, completely integrated into the Yin Palace.

In addition, there are Daoist cultivators in charge.

These Daoist cultivators, when they have nothing to do, simply sit and oversee the entire city, coordinating various ghosts and monsters to accumulate materials for the royal power, increase the number of ghosts and monsters, and make the city a foundation.

Whenever the royal power needs them, they can immediately mobilize hundreds of millions, or even billions, of ghosts to work day and night.

Massive amounts of resources are continuously transported into warehouses.

They also began to create orthodox magical artifacts according to the royal plan.

Among them are first-tier, second-tier, and even third-tier magic treasures.

These magical artifacts are all major resource consumers, consuming massive amounts of resources every day.

However, to utilize them, one must wait at least four or five hundred years, and at most seven or eight hundred years.

Such a long forging time is enough to drive many new cultivators to despair.

Because even after they become so-called Golden Core Ancestors, they only have a lifespan of eight hundred years.

For ordinary orthodox cultivators, eight hundred years is a very long time.

Moreover, the resources consumed are even more despairing.

Even Daoist cultivators would not forge magic weapons before reaching the Golden Core realm.

Only the king has enough beasts and monsters under his command, and because a great calamity is about to befall the future, he has decided to create magical artifacts on a large scale.

In Stone City, the master of ceremonies, the dreamlike Taoist nun, and others led a group of spirits and warriors, accumulating and transporting a great deal of materials.

Then, using materials from the underworld, they began to craft magical artifacts.

Initially, Wang Quan only crafted ten magical artifacts.

However, as time went on, the number of magical artifacts created increased.

Currently, City No. 95 is simultaneously creating more than 300 magical artifacts.

The entire City 95, with its billions of ghosts and monsters, revolves around these magical artifacts.

Because of the casting of magical artifacts, there are tens of thousands of Daoist cultivators stationed here.

On this day, as tens of thousands of Daoist cultivators were stationed in important areas and nodes, silently cultivating and improving their own foundations, they suddenly felt a slight tremor in City 95.

This trembling is abnormal.

Many Daoist cultivators were astonished: "Is it a ghost or a deity causing trouble?"

call out!

A monk took off his glasses and threw them forcefully into the air.

Slurp!

Its eyes swirled in the air, growing to several meters in size, then rumbled as it surveyed all directions.

Some cultivators even threw out unfinished magical artifacts such as mirrors, crystal balls, and pearls to investigate the situation and trace the source of the tremors.

Finally, everyone's methods all focused on Compound No. 95.

"What happened?"

Many Daoist cultivators knew that this courtyard was the center of City 95.

Is someone plotting to seize control of this city because something happened here?

In an instant, many Daoist cultivators rubbed their hands together, eager to see who dared to be so bold.

They waited.

Within a few breaths, the city trembled once again.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With each tremor, the Daoist cultivators discovered that the tremors originated simultaneously from the sky and the earth.

"What's going on?"

Before they could figure it out, they saw a beam of white light shoot out from the sky and the earth at the same time.

The white lights collided and exploded in mid-air, creating shockwaves that spread outwards.

Then, the Daoist cultivators felt that the city had gained a bit more vitality.

Not long after, the ghosts, gods, powerful monsters, and ordinary monsters in the city also sensed that the city had changed.

The crowd watched all this in confusion, wondering what had happened.

It was just some ghostly discovery during labor:

The quality of the materials they refine seems to have improved significantly.

It takes tens of thousands of Yin winds to refine one Yin wind essence.

As a result, now only a little over nine thousand steps are needed to refine one essence.

Other similar situations continue to occur.

"Has my spell power increased? Or is my past memory faulty?"

The ghosts were bewildered and at a loss.

At this moment, some ghosts and spirits reacted.

They sensed the changes around them, then their expressions turned strange: "Someone has communicated with the second level of the underworld."

Upon hearing this, most living beings were even more bewildered.

The second layer of the underworld?

They'd never even heard of it.

However, the Daoist cultivators were stunned for a moment, then cheered: "It was Daoist Wang Quan who communicated with the second level of the Underworld!"

"A true man of God."

Amidst their joy, endless doubts also arose in their minds:

"He only went to the second level of the underworld a few days ago, how could he have connected with both levels so quickly?"

"Wasn't the second level of the underworld supposed to be incredibly terrifying? How did he manage to clear it so quickly?"

Those beings who knew the rumors about the second level of the underworld were utterly shocked.

Especially those ghosts and spirits.

These ghosts and spirits are high above in the first level of the underworld.

However, they dared not go to the second level of the underworld, nor did they have the ability to acquire property there and connect the two levels of the underworld.

However, Wang Quan, the Flower-Scattering Taoist, succeeded.

"He's only at the Purple Mansion Realm."

"If he doesn't summon the celestial patrol treasure, I can cut him down with a single hair, annihilating him completely."

The ghost god was filled with complex emotions. Looking at the spot where the pillar of light had dissipated, a thought suddenly struck him: "Could something have happened to the second level of the Netherworld, and all the powerful beings inside have perished?"

"If that's the case, why don't I go check out the second level of the underworld?"

"If possible, I will stay in the second level of the underworld and become a king and ancestor there. I might even become a hegemon of the second level of the underworld, or even the Five Ghost Emperors."

"At the very least, I can escape the labor of the Ghost Emperors, and not be driven around or be their slaves."

Thinking of this, the ghost formed a hand seal, chanted a spell, and then rushed towards the spot where the pillar of light disappeared.

With the next breath, he sensed the passage connecting the first and second levels of the underworld.

With the help of incantations and hand seals, he easily descended to the second level of the underworld.

In order to gain a foothold in the second level of the underworld, this ghost god shook its head and tried its best to grow larger and unleash its power as soon as it arrived.

Click!Click!

This demon is in the form of a bull-like monster that walks upright.

He was covered in black fur, his muscles were bulging, and the bull horns on his head curved forward, spewing out streams of black fire.

His tail wagged, emitting billowing black smoke.

His reverse-jointed legs, standing in the air, flowed with lava, like rivers, traveling through the air.

Roar!

The bull-like demon roared to the sky, shaking its head and wagging its tail. Feeling the gusts of yin wind from the second level of the underworld, it felt completely at ease.

Roar!Roar!Roar!

He roared, looked around, and finally saw a group of young men and women surrounding the Flower-Scattering Taoist standing in front of a manor.

Seeing this, the bull demon laughed: "As expected, something happened in the second level of the underworld!"

"There are no terrifying creatures here, only a group of human cultivators."

"It seems my dream is about to come true!"

"Now, I will intimidate the royal authority and these human cultivators."

Thinking of this, he first looked up at the sky and laughed three times: "Scattering Flower Taoist, I am the Wild Ox Demon God of the Nine-Bend Divine Ox lineage."

"This is a tranquil place that I have painstakingly created over a thousand years. Why did you not inform me beforehand that you were building a courtyard on my tranquil land?"