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

Wang Quan still remembers the first time he passed through such a black hole, when space shifted and time became blurred.

He was completely unaware of anything.

But this time, stepping into it, he gained a sense of awareness.

He sensed the flow of time and the changes in space.

"Is this change brought about by the passage of time?"

He felt something.

In less than a breath, he traversed an unknown distance and appeared on a mountain range.

On the mountains, clouds roll and twist, sprouting legs or tails, intertwined with each other.

These clouds are all spirits.

They were whispering among themselves, discussing something.

When the king's power descended upon a cloud, the cloud uttered a sweet, coquettish voice: "Greetings, Your Majesty..."

Wang Quan nodded: "What is it?"

Yun Duo chuckled awkwardly, "Sir, could you take me with you on your adventures?"

"If I go on an adventure with you, this working experience will be greatly enriched."

"It will be easier for me to find a job in the future."

Wang Quan shook his head: "No!"

"This expedition will likely result in many deaths."

"One wrong move and it's gone forever."

The cloud swayed: "Sir, I'm not afraid."

Wang Quan smiled but didn't say anything.

He put his hands behind his back and looked around.

At this moment, beams of black light descended from the sky, and as the light exploded, a group of exceptionally talented and elegant young men emerged from it.

Wang Quan saw Ying Jiaren at first glance.

Seeing Ying Jiaren again after many years, I felt that she was even more aloof and elegant.

She stood there, her skirt fluttering, her white hair flowing, her delicate face expressionless, her eyes brimming with Daoist wisdom.

But when she saw Wang Quan, a brief smile appeared on her face, and then she floated over and grabbed his hand.

"Are you a little nervous?" Wang Quan noticed that Ying Jiaren's small hands were cold and her body was trembling slightly.

Ying Jiaren took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Of course I'm nervous."

"Historically, there are no records of historical fragments in Taoist scriptures."

"Who knows what it will be like inside?"

Wang Quan smiled: "The risks are high, but the rewards will also be great."

Ying Jiaren nodded.

She killed Liu Yong with an overwhelming majority, gaining a great deal of legendary status.

These legends have become part of our cultural heritage.

Whether it was refining elixirs or cultivating supernatural powers, it was of great help to her.

This time, she wants to replicate her previous victory.

Wang Quan reassured him, "Don't worry, there were a few cultivators I knew in the last historical fragment."

"Two of them even founded the [Imperial Scripture]."

"This time, when I entered the historical fragment, I contacted them according to the agreed method. With their help, I will definitely be able to easily deal with the anchored creatures."

Ying Jiaren hesitated, then asked uncertainly, "Could it be because of our arrival this time, and our collaboration with those who stayed behind last time to kill the anchored beings, that they had the opportunity to write the [Emperor's Scripture]?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan's eyes lit up: "If this guess is correct, then this operation will definitely be a breeze."

At this moment, a cultivator nearby sighed, "You are too naive. If things were done the way you think, things would be much easier."

"However, if you have studied supernatural powers and spells related to cause and effect, time, space, and prophecy, you would not think that way."

Wang Quan looked at the other party and saw that the cultivator was wearing a red and white robe, with a dragon wrapped around his waist, and his body was adorned with jingling ornaments. He also had two small snakes hanging from his ears.

Her long, fiery red hair billowed skyward like burning flames.

This monk had an Adam's apple and bulging pectoral muscles, and his voice trembled as he spoke, making it difficult to tell whether he was male or female.

At the same time, the legend of the other party surfaced in his mind:

[Nongyu Daoren – Lian Nishang – That year, he and she strolled in the gentle breeze and bright sunshine; she and he lay by the stream, watching the autumn wind, gathering the colors of frost, painting their emotions, and contemplating life and death.]

"Fellow Daoist Nongyu, what is the meaning of these words?"

The Taoist priest Lian Ni Chang sighed, "I have read through many unofficial histories, legends, myths and other records and found that in ancient times, some beings entered fragments of history."

"But most of them didn't come back."

"Even those who returned, most of them went mad."

"Their ravings are not recognized by official history; they are simply considered hysteria."

"Some predecessors collected these hysterical statements and combined them with the principles of supernatural magic such as time and cause and effect, and came to some conclusions."

Wang Quan became interested; "Speak quickly!"

The Taoist Nongyu Lian Ni Chang smiled and said, "If the beings that remain in the first historical fragment break the anchor point in that fragment..."

"Therefore, the spacetime they exist in is not the same as ours."

"Our current history and timeline are the mainstream, while the subsequent timeline formed by that historical fragment is the tributary."

"Their words and actions may influence mainstream society."

"However, it's very difficult for it to descend into mainstream time and space."

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan immediately shook his head: "That theory is incorrect."

"Hmm? Why is that wrong?"

Wang Quan said solemnly, "In the last historical fragment, I gave some of them magical artifacts, and they promised to repay me in the future."

"Then, I returned to the real world and sensed the magical artifact they had promised."

"They even obtained the 'Imperial Scripture' written by one of them."

"They changed history, they even became history."

"They live in the same time and space as us."

"As long as the historical fragments we enter are after them, we will definitely encounter them."

Upon hearing this, Daoist Nongyu Lian Ni Chang looked completely bewildered: "Really?"

Wang Quan nodded: "More real than real gold!"

Snapped!

The Taoist priest Lian Ni Chang slapped herself hard across the face: "I'm so stupid, I actually read random books!"

"I'm never going to study again."

As he spoke, he pulled a book from his pocket, tore it to shreds, and threw it aside.

The clouds quietly collected these fragments, waiting only to piece them together before secretly studying them.

As for whether the content in the book is right or wrong? They don't care.

Ying Jiaren chuckled, "What my senior brother said is just a guess; it's not certain whether it's right or wrong."

Daoist Nongyu........

At this moment, fewer and fewer beams of light were falling from the sky.

After five or six breaths, the beam of light stopped descending.

Just then, a cannon shot rang out in the distance.

Looking over, Wang Quan and the others saw many female cultivators and female spirits, dragging a cannon several thousand meters long as it rode the clouds.

On the cannons, there were spirits playing instruments, singing, and dancing.

There were also female cultivators waving banners at the muzzle of the cannon.

The scene looked quite lively.

only......

"Why does this face look so familiar?"

Wang Quan muttered.

The Taoist priest Lian Ni Chang chuckled: "This is the recently popular opening with cannons."

"It's said that the old fogies of the [Tianxia Daoting] were peeping at a young girl having sex and imitating her."

"Normally, after three cannon shots, the important figure makes his appearance!"

As they were speaking, another cannon boomed.

On the cannon barrel, many monsters were killed by the shockwave, turning into a sky full of blood mist, red and quite festive.