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

Ying Jiaren gave all non-Daoist cultivators two paths:

One option is to happily and willingly commit suicide.

If you're lucky, you might survive.

The other option is to die dejectedly, weeping and wailing; choosing this option guarantees certain death.

As for how they choose, Ying Jiaren doesn't care at all.

The spirits didn't care much about this.

Among them, Da Congming said smugly and excitedly, "Being able to survive in the polar regions for more than ten years is already enough."

"So be it, I'll just die!"

"Death is a relief, saving me from having to be disemboweled and have my internal organs removed every year."

"There's no need to worship in all directions for eleven hours a day anymore."

"From now on, corpses will be zombies; I'm not afraid of hardship or fatigue."

"Our souls will enter the Emperor's Banner to enjoy blessings."

"Just thinking about it makes me happy."

The other spirits nodded in agreement.

The spirits are not afraid of death, nor do they care about dying.

I've lived enough anyway.

However, the new practitioners were unwilling to accept this.

The representatives they sent out argued with Ying Jiaren, demanding more guarantees and not wanting to risk their lives.

Ying Jiaren wasn't angry; she simply said calmly, "I know you have objections."

"But I won't listen."

Even if I heard it, I wouldn't take it to heart.

"The reason I'm informing you this time is to encourage you to take initiative and do things happily."

Whether you like it or not, it cannot be changed.

The representative of the new law growled, "Are you afraid we'll rebel?"

"With the new law, even if each of you is given a fireball, it could still kill you all."

Ying Jiaren sighed and looked at him with pity: "I will stand here and not move, and you can kill me for ten years, a hundred years, and you still won't be able to kill me."

"Alright, you can go now!"

As she spoke, she opened her small mouth and exhaled a fragrant breeze.

The fragrant breeze carried away the spirits and the representatives of the new Buddhist monks, sending them back in just a few breaths.

As soon as the new law was implemented, everyone gathered around: "Ancestor, what's going on?"

"Has the lady changed her mind?"

The new Dharma representative, gritting his teeth, was about to elaborate on Ying Jiaren's order when, in the next instant, all the new Dharma cultivators received an order:

[A call to arms in the bitter cold—From this moment forward, you are to take the western part of the city and forge a hundred-mile-wide, endless passage.]

Anyone who disobeys this order will have their soul torn from their body.

For a moment, the vast, bitterly cold city fell silent.

The spirits silently packed their bags, preparing to embark on their journey to their deaths.

The new monks remained silent.

One breath...

Two breaths...

Three breaths...

A newly established Foundation Establishment cultivator roared, "Damn it, they're trying to kill us!"

"Brothers and sisters, we have a billion brothers. Whoever wants us to die, we will kill them."

"This bitterly cold city does not belong to the old-fashioned cultivators; it belongs to us, the new-fashioned ones."

"Let the old laws die."

The founding patriarch of the new laws raised his arms and shouted, and for a moment, the other new laws were eager to follow suit.

However, the next moment, the Foundation Establishment Ancestor who had been raising his arms and shouting suddenly screamed and fell to the ground.

Before anyone could react, they saw a banner of the Human Emperor swaying above his head.

Then everyone saw a soul being drawn in.

Click!

The earth split open, a zombie emerged, lifted his body, and disappeared into the ground in a flash.

The new Dharma practitioners.........

"We were just putting up a little resistance, we didn't even use violence, we were just venting, how did it suddenly turn into murder?"

The old ancestor of the Golden Elixir Sect in the new method looked grim.

He yelled in the direction of Ying Jiaren, "You guys have gone too far!"

"I......."

Whoosh!

The Emperor's Banner swayed, and the new Golden Core Ancestor fell to the ground without even letting out a scream.

The zombie crawled out and happily carried the body away.

The Emperor's Banner fluttered in the air, casting down streaks of black energy, waiting for the new cultivators to rebel.

One breath...

Three breaths...

Five breaths........

The new practitioners dared not resist.

Nima!

The dignified Golden Core Ancestor died silently in the blink of an eye, without any power to fight back.

This terrified the new valves.

In his fear, the new faction looked at the Emperor's Banner emanating black smoke, gritted his teeth, and secretly vowed: "If my new faction can turn the tide one day, I will definitely beat you old-fashioned cultivators and heretical cultivators into heinous demons."

"The Emperor's Banner? When the time comes, we must exhaust all our strength to ban this so-called Emperor's Banner."

"If our new law gains power, we will make you wish you were dead."

The new power brokers were furious; they wanted to rebel.

However, no sooner had they spoken of rebellion than a banner of the Emperor descended from the sky, sweeping away their souls.

Zombies emerged from the ground and carried away the corpse.

No matter how powerful or established alumni are, they are powerless against these magical artifacts.

A Golden Elixir Ancestor has summoned hundreds of thousands of new cultivators who are about to cause trouble.

As soon as he made his move, he was swept away and killed by the Emperor's banner.

After all that fuss and the loss of millions of dollars in new laws, everyone else calmed down.

"Forget it, forget it."

"These old methods are strange. Let's keep a low profile for now and plan ahead."

Finally, this group of new-style monks and spirits surged out of the city, clearing the route that Ying Jiaren had planned.

There were so many new practitioners that it was almost impossible to find anyone standing next to someone else.

They don't know many spells, but they all know the fireball spell.

A massive number of new cultivators lined up for miles, then mindlessly threw fireballs.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Countless fireballs were thrown out, and even the most severe abnormal weather conditions were quickly blasted apart.

The abnormal, explosive weather raged, killing countless new cultivators.

However, the number of new cultivators is large, and there are also monsters acting as human shields.

Instead of being terrified, they cheered, "This unusual weather is nothing special!"

"Brothers, let's charge together and crush them!"

"Traveling ten thousand miles a day is nothing."

The new monks advanced across the land like a torrent.

Below them, zombies followed in.

Orthodox cultivators even added the spiritual soil technique of Daoist cultivators, grabbing handfuls of spiritual soil and throwing them on the ground to increase the thickness of the earth.

Within the bitterly cold city:

The other Daoist cultivators asked Ying Jiaren, "Ying Jiaren, why did you suddenly arrange for them to be sent to their deaths?"

"Let them stay in the city to worship in all directions; they'll probably reap even greater rewards!"

Ying Jiaren said coldly, "Fellow Daoist Wang Quan sent a message saying that he wants to connect with all the cities in the polar regions."

Upon hearing this, many Daoist masters were stunned.

Are you sure?

"Sure!"

"The polar regions are dangerous; the distance between cities can be anywhere from tens of millions of miles to hundreds of millions of miles."

"If they are interconnected, how many lives will be lost?"

"Besides, there's no benefit to colluding with them!"

Ying Jiaren shook her head: "I don't care."

"I must do what Fellow Daoist Scattering Flowers wants to do."

"You are welcome to keep your opinions!"

"As for the lives lost? Since we didn't send you to your deaths, why should you care?"

After some hesitation, the Daoist cultivator said, "These new methods are mostly related to the orthodox Xuanmen sect."

"If they suffer too many losses, some of the bigwigs at the top will probably be displeased."

"At that time..."

Ying Jiaren remained nonchalant: "So what?"

"The royal power's alliance with the polar cities is also for the good of the [World's Daoist Court]."

"Will the [Heavenly Court] care about the little schemes of these important figures?"