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

Splash! Splash! Splash!

Outside the Stone City, on the desolate land, a hundred-foot-tall fire mulberry tree hangs in mid-air, dragged along by auspicious clouds.

Thick tree roots, like chains or giant snakes, hang down and pierce the thin earth.

The earth's veins and spiritual veins are channeled by the tree roots, connecting and mutually reinforcing each other.

Meanwhile, the roots of the Fire Mulberry Tree continue to spread downwards, piercing into the earth's fire, wind, and water elements, strangling them, and stabilizing the earth.

The branches of the Fire Mulberry Tree swayed like dragons and snakes, clashing against the abnormal weather.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Each exchange of fire produced a deafening roar.

A large number of cultivators sat on fire mulberry leaves and cast spells.

Various spells were unleashed as if they had no magical power at all.

The depleted magical power was restored to its original state in the short time it takes to breathe.

Without the worry of running out of magical power, the scale of spells cast by tens of thousands of cultivators is comparable to that of hundreds of thousands of cultivators.

Some cultivators sensed the mystery within and soared into the air, intending to land on it and claim a spot.

As a result, the leaves were already covered with people.

"Everyone, shrink your size so more of your friends can come up."

"Don't go down there and shrink in size, so as not to take up space."

Another cultivator spoke up: "Everyone, wouldn't it be better to just send your Yang Spirits up there?"

The Yang God can be large or small; thousands or even tens of thousands of cultivators can land on a single leaf.

Many cultivators sought Wang Quan's opinion, and then, after their main bodies returned to Stone City, they released their Yang Gods.

After some adjustments, the Fire Mulberry Tree eventually housed 36 million Yang Gods.

Such a large number is not because the Fire Mulberry Tree cannot accommodate them, but because if there are more cultivators, they will not be able to restore their magical power.

The current scale and number are enough to keep the cultivators at their peak forever.

Thirty-six million Yang Gods sat upright under the Fire Mulberry Tree, and under the king's command, they focused solely on unleashing the most destructive spell: Thunder and Fire.

With each breath, a Yang God can conjure three bolts of lightning fire.

In the time it takes to breathe, this Fire Mulberry Tree can release more than 100 million bolts of lightning.

The massive amount of lightning and fire, like a torrent, would shatter and destroy anything in its path, even the most extreme and abnormal climates.

Wang Quan sat atop the Fire Mulberry Tree, with pairs of arms growing from his ribs, sometimes forming hand seals, sometimes flicking his fingers, and sometimes drawing talismans in mid-air.

The three heads were divided into three parts: one was chanting incantations, one was shooting out beams of light, and one was spewing out magical power.

In an instant, dozens or even hundreds of spells, including lightning and fire, nightmares, evil energy, and restrictions, flowed out like a small waterfall, leading 36 million Yang Gods to annihilate one abnormal climate after another.

Wang Quan not only used magic to suppress abnormal weather, but he also had eyes that could see through the beams of light to observe abnormal weather.

He also used the profound teachings of the "Imperial Scripture" to visualize individual eyes to aid in observation.

He observed the internal composition of abnormal climates, the changes in power, and the damage caused by collisions with spells.

Click!Click!

In the 108,000 crystal mechanical brains behind his head, various gears and linkages spun wildly, exhausting all their efforts to deduce many mysteries.

call out!

A malevolent aura descended from the sky and landed beside him.

boom!

A murderous aura exploded, and a figure as swift as a startled swan appeared.

The female cultivator, sporting dark circles under her eyes and looking utterly exhausted, lay to the side and said, "Hooray, could you slow down the pace of progress?"

"I'm too tired, my brain isn't working properly, and I can't manage the overall situation."

Wang Quan didn't even glance at her, but casually said, "Use your brain more."

Ruo Jinghong rolled her eyes: "I have the brains of 360,000 genius martial artists plugged into my account."

"The result is that it's utterly useless!"

"Tens of thousands are burned every day."

Wang Quan exclaimed in surprise: "The minds of genius martial artists are primarily focused on martial arts cultivation."

"Those martial artists don't like to read; they're mostly reckless and have no sense of strategy."

"You should hang yourself on the head of a scholar."

"Scholars are quick-witted and adaptable: they are knowledgeable about the past and present, adept at intrigue and scheming, skilled at calculation, aware of interests, and adept at making grand promises and talking about the big picture."

"If you're on their minds, you'll definitely be able to easily command the overall situation and arrange everything."

Ruo Jinghong, upon hearing this, felt it made a lot of sense: "Fellow Daoist Sahua is indeed clever."

"Once I've rested, I'll go use my external brain to handle things."

It turns out that in previous years, after the king stopped micromanaging the war, he delegated the overall command and coordination of various parties to Ruo Jinghong.

Originally, Ruo Jinghong refused.

But Wang Quan kept grumbling, so he had no choice but to agree in the end.

As a result, she fell into a nightmare after accepting the royal appointment.

I don't have time to study the Taoist scriptures anymore.

There's no time to practice magic anymore.

There's no time to study the fundamental law anymore.

She hasn't slept for three years now, and she doesn't even have time to be with her Daoist partner, Tongtong.

Whenever she recalls her experiences over the years, she is overcome with sorrow and cannot help but choke up.

"This is not a life fit for a human being."

"I came here intending to quit, so why would I suddenly agree to something that would give Wang Quan the brains of a scholar?"

"It must be because I haven't slept in a long time; my brain isn't working properly."

"I need to rest for one day, no, for three days, at least three days."

Thinking of this, Ruo Jinghong angrily made demands of Wang Quan.

Wang Quan reassured him, "Three days is too long. How about we rest for three hours?"

Ruo Jinghong thought about it and was overjoyed.

After three years of working day and night without a break even for a cup of tea, being able to rest for three hours now is enough.

Thinking of this, she left happily: "Don't bother me, I want to spend some time with Tongtong."

"I wonder if Tongtong has gained weight over the years, or if she's become softer to the touch."

Ruo Jinghong is gone.

On the Fire Mulberry Tree, a Yang God sighed, "Fellow Daoist Ruo Jinghong is too pitiful."

"I haven't had a break in three years."

"I wonder if her partner has planted a huge green hat on her."

As soon as Yang Shen finished speaking, several Yang gods covered his mouth: "Are you crazy?"

"Is this something you can even talk about?"

"Watch out, she might cause you trouble!"

At the top of the Fire Mulberry Tree, Wang Quan sighed. He directly used his authority to transfer the Yang God from before to a dangerous place: "You Yang God, you'll be dead for three to five years before you come back."

The Yang God cried out, "Lord of the Flowers, I was just joking around."

Although a Yang God can be recreated after death, it requires a massive amount of resources and takes a lot of time.

He doesn't want to die.

Wang Quan ignored the man and continued to issue the order.

In the end, this Yang God went to a dangerous place to die, weeping and wailing.

Meanwhile, when Ruo Jinghong was looking for a Daoist partner, she saw Tongtong leading a group of demons, fighting against the abnormal weather on the front lines.

Originally, Ruo Jinghong was quite happy.

However, she soon saw Mei Niang's yang spirit riding on Tong Tong's body.

Tongtong's true form is the [Chenghuang], which is noble and elegant, and she was the only one who had ridden it before.

Now things are much better; we have one more Mei Niang.

Although the other party was only sending Yang Shen over, it was still something she couldn't tolerate.

"You bitch, how dare you bully my Tongtong?"

If Jinghong takes a step forward, she will kick Mei Niang Yang Shen.

Not to be outdone, the beautiful goddess Mei Niang put her hands on her hips and shouted coquettishly, "Tong Tong lets me ride her, what right do you have to object?"

Ruo Jinghong looked at Tongtong.

Tongtong felt wronged and explained, "Meiniang said her Yang spirit was injured and she needs to use my special properties to repair it."

That's why I let her ride it.