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

Ten thousand miles is far too close for a Golden Core cultivator.

Although Wang Quan had just advanced to the Golden Core stage and had not yet cultivated Golden Core realm spells and supernatural powers, the power of the spells he used before had doubled.

Even the speed of the 72nd smoke and dust cloud has increased significantly.

The two rode on the dust and smoke, going upstream along the Nu River.

They traveled all the way, enjoying the mountains and rivers without ever getting tired of it.

On the contrary, because of my pleasant mood, I can always see different landscapes.

The two of them were finally able to relax, and they drifted along for two or three days, covering a distance of 100,000 li (approximately 50,000 kilometers) before finally reaching the so-called Jida Dam.

Even the well-informed Wang Quan was deeply impressed when he first saw the mechanical dam.

Ying Jiaren, standing to the side, stared at the dam with a look of shock in her beautiful eyes.

The Nu River is hundreds of miles wide in some places and only a dozen miles wide in others; the mountains on both sides range from a thousand meters to ten thousand meters high.

The dam lies across a stretch of river more than 300 miles wide.

The dam rises abruptly from the ground, standing a full 8,000 meters high, and is entirely constructed from an unknown metal.

The outer side of the dam is not a smooth dam body, but rather exposes a large number of connecting rods, gears, holes, etc.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Streams of water gushed from the holes, gears, and pipes in the dam, resembling waterfalls cascading from the sky.

Countless spirits, warriors, and cultivators carried simple magical tools to gather the unique resources from the waterfall.

A thousand-meter-high gear was spinning, stirring up the river water and causing some mechanical equipment to roar, though it was unclear what material it was manufacturing.

There is a monster carrying a gate carved with a giant dragon, which lures fish swimming in the river to swim upstream and leap over the dragon gate.

After the fish crossed the gate, some of them were taken away by the monsters to serve as new laborers.

But many more fish fell into the large pot behind the door.

Boiling water in a large pot cooks the fish, releasing a misty steam and producing a rich, white broth.

When the laborers working on the dam got tired and hungry, they would go under the pot, open the stopper, and let out fish soup to fill their stomachs.

Some monsters felt they were not getting enough to eat, so they cut off their hind legs, liver, lungs, and other organs and threw them into a pot to increase their nutrition and strength so they could work for the masters and help them earn more money.

On the dam, the roar of massive hydraulic hammers can be heard.

The sledgehammer moved up and down, hammering pieces of unknown metal.

Ding ding ding:

A metal block tens of meters thick was hammered down to the thickness of paper in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

A monster carried away a metal sheet and placed it in a large pool.

The pool was filled with the essence of water.

A fish monster, leaping over the Dragon Gate, carries an unknown fishbone and carves various unknown patterns on metal paper.

Numerous patterns combine to form Daoist script, absorbing the essence of water to create better materials.

These materials were transported into the dam.

After being hammered, forged, and nourished by various machines, it is slowly assembled into a magical artifact.

These magical artifacts were enormous: there were catapults that were tens of miles in size, and siege ladders, siege engines, and other battlefield siege equipment that were hundreds of miles long.

These instruments are too big to fit in the magic bag.

Therefore, various cloud demons and cultivators roared and used methods such as carrying, pulling, and lifting to drag the huge magical artifacts further upstream of the Nu River.

Wang Quan and Ying Jiaren rode in a cloud of smoke and dust in pursuit, and saw a large procession of clouds dragging magical artifacts and throwing them into the river.

Meanwhile, cloud monsters and cultivators pulled out siege equipment from the bottom of the river.

These siege weapons, spanning tens or even hundreds of miles in length, were already considered invaluable assets.

A cultivator unleashed his magical power, propelling his magical siege weapon into the air. It was then obscured by numerous clouds and disappeared into the deeper mountains.

Ying Jiaren and Wang Quan exchanged a glance and did not continue to pursue the whereabouts of those magical siege weapons, for fear of causing unnecessary trouble.

Because, above the distant mountains, there was a clearly rotating patch of light, resembling the black hole of the cultivators in the grotto heavens.

The two of them felt a chill run down their spines after just one glance.

"Walk!"

call out!call out!

The two followed their hearts, went against the current, and left directly.

Thus, the two traveled and enjoyed the scenery, seeing various famous mountains and rivers, and witnessing different views of the Nu River.

They traveled on and on, not knowing how far they had gone, until they saw thick fog appearing on both sides of the Nu River ahead.

At the same time, many monsters and cultivators flowed into the main stream of the Nujiang River from the tributaries on both sides.

A powerful demon, seeing the man's handsome and dashing appearance and the woman's aloof and noble demeanor, approached and said, "You two, it's still several dozen days' journey to the source. Why don't you travel together?"

Seeing that the great demon was androgynous and resembled a beautiful woman, Wang Quan immediately refused, saying, "No need."

"We like to travel alone."

Seeing this, the great demon did not pursue the matter further and went to find other handsome and beautiful cultivators.

Most cultivators declined, but a few, wanting to indulge themselves, naturally followed the great demon and had a good time.

After traveling for several more days, the number of cultivators and powerful demons in the Nu River increased significantly.

Among them, the most numerous are the great demons.

These many demons shook their heads and wagged their tails, quite excited and happy.

At this moment, stone figures appeared in the Nu River.

These stone figures have half their bodies in the river and half on the surface.

Cultivators and powerful demons would rest on the stone statue when they were tired.

When cultivators and powerful demons fight, this stone figure will open its eyes.

A piercing gaze easily separates the two sides in a struggle.

There were also powerful demons who were bullied by cultivators and ran to the stone man to cry and complain.

The stone figure's gaze shines upon both the great demon and the cultivator. Various things appear behind the illuminated parties. After seeing the reason for the fight, the stone figure will teleport one of them away.

Wang Quan and Ying Jiaren, curious, stood before the stone figure and asked, "Senior, how long is it from here to the source of the Nu River? And what is this thick fog all around us? I sense that something terrifying is hidden within it."

"Will those great terrorists attack us?"

The stone figure remained silent, standing there motionless.

Seeing this, a cultivator came over and laughed, "These stone figures can't communicate with us."

"They'll just maintain order here and help the unlucky ones who get caught in the mist."

Wang Quan's heart stirred: "Fellow Daoist, have they always existed?"

"Also, the water mist you mentioned, is it the white mist on both sides?"

The monk chuckled, "They were already here when my grandfather came."

"They were there when my great-great-grandfather came."

"It is said that they have existed since time immemorial."

"As for the white mist? That's actually water mist splashing from the source of the Nu River."

"This mist is so thick, it's terrifying."

"It is said that even those who venture into the grotto-heaven will lose their way."

Wang Quan suddenly realized and nodded his thanks.

The monk chuckled, "You must have come from afar!"

Wang Quan nodded.

The cultivator sighed, "In recent years, because of the opening up of the polar regions, there are far fewer cultivators coming from afar than before."

"If you had known before the polar regions were opened up, you would have seen this river teeming with geniuses and prodigies of all realms."

"Back then, demons would fight and preach every day at the source of the Nu River."

"Even if we can't comprehend the mysteries of the Nu River's source, listening to those prodigies preach will still be very rewarding."

—Just got back from the hospital—No extra chapters today, but I'll do it tomorrow. Sorry everyone.