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

The Taoist priest Lian Ni Chang exclaimed excitedly, "Two cannon shots rang out!"

"One more shot, and the big boss makes his entrance!"

"Come on, get ready, welcome, big shot!"

The Taoist priest, Nongyu, straightened his chest and tucked in his stomach, combing his long hair and fiddling with his fingernails.

Wang Quan asked blankly, "The big boss is coming with us to explore historical fragments?"

"If we curry favor with him now, will he protect us once we get in?"

Nongyu Daoren.........

Ying Jiaren said coldly, "Instead of trying to please the big shots, it's better to find a few like-minded partners."

Daoist Nongyu Lian Ni Chang shook her head: "No!"

"Everyone here is shrewd; they all know that finding a buddy is just finding a scapegoat."

"Who's willing to be the scapegoat?"

As they were talking, another cultivator led a group of spirits onto the cannon barrel, and then everyone started playing music, waving flags, and shouting.

boom!

The third cannon shot rang out, and a red glow spread.

The next instant, the flying shells left hundreds of millstone-sized black holes in the air.

The black hole spun and roared incessantly.

One by one, great cultivators emerged from the red light.

They glanced curiously at Wang Quan and the others, then walked step by step into the many vortexes.

boom!

Their flesh and blood merged into the vortex, and the vortexes grew larger and larger.

Another great cultivator said in a deep voice, "Everyone, the [World Dao Court] has opened up 108 historical fragments this time."

"These historical fragments mostly correspond to the Golden Core realm."

"This corresponds to 108 historical anchor points."

"Just pick one of them to go in."

Before the cultivators could make their choices, another important figure said, "The thirty-sixth black hole corresponds to the historical fragment of [Liu Yong]."

"The cultivators who entered this segment last time can choose this one first."

"The others—choose whatever you like—if you're skilled enough, you can escape unscathed from any historical period."

"If you don't have the skills, you could easily be killed by any random native on the street."

"Ladies and gentlemen—please begin your selection."

Upon hearing this, the many legendary cultivators present fell silent.

Although everyone was prepared, when the moment came, even the legendary geniuses felt uneasy.

Because all cultivators know that once you step into a black hole, the chance of returning alive is extremely low.

At this moment, a cultivator took a deep breath, turned around, and left.

He gave up.

The other cultivators watched the departing cultivator, unsure of what to say.

The great cultivators who had descended upon this place sighed inwardly.

They knew that if the first person retreated in the face of battle, there would surely be a second, and many more.

Sure enough, in the next breath, even more cultivators turned and left.

The group of high-ranking monks sighed, "This generation of young people is too timid."

"Even Accelerator is willing to be used as material to die, why don't they dare?"

"Could it be that because they harvest few other living beings on a regular basis, they still maintain respect for life?"

One of the senior cultivators scratched his head and said, "It seems we should give the other young people more responsibility, let them reap more benefits from sentient beings, and disregard life, so that they will not hesitate to send themselves to their deaths!"

"I wonder what the situation is like in other realms."

"It should be better than these Golden Elixir pills!"

"Hopefully, we can keep one-third."

Just then, Wang Quan and Ying Jiaren exchanged a glance, got up, and headed straight for the black hole.

However, neither of them entered the black hole that represented [Liu Yong].

The two were worried that Liu Yong in the Golden Core Realm historical fragment would remember them, and that if he became enraged and focused all his attention on them, it would be ridiculous.

Therefore, Wang Quan chose the first black hole, and Ying Jiaren chose the last black hole.

Without any hesitation, the two stepped inside.

The moment the two disappeared through the black hole, the black hole visibly shrank.

The reason the two chose different black holes was because they made a pact that if one of them died, the other would avenge the other.

More importantly:

In a single historical moment, there is only one anchored life.

No matter how strong other creatures are, killing them will not change history, nor will it grant any legend points.

The monks in the same historical period were both collaborators and competitors.

The two didn't want to compete or waste time, so they naturally decided to separate.

After Wang Quan and Ying Jiaren disappeared into the black hole at the same time, many great cultivators were greatly encouraged.

"Great, finally someone's gone in!"

"You've made a decision so quickly?"

"It seems those two have been reaping quite a few other creatures on a regular basis."

Many great cultivators were delighted.

Some people took the lead in leaving, while others chose to join them; this was enough to stabilize the situation.

At this moment, the other cultivators also began to move.

After hesitating, Daoist Nongyu Lian Nishang chose the second vortex and stepped into it.

Other cultivators who wanted to enter historical fragments transformed into celestial and terrestrial spirits, and without hesitation, rushed towards the vortexes.

call out!call out!call out!

Streams of light rushed into the black hole vortex, which shrank continuously. Some vortices could hold more than ten people, while others could only hold seven or eight people before shrinking into a black sphere the size of a head, hanging silently in the air.

To the surprise of many great cultivators, the fewer black holes there were, the faster the remaining cultivators rushed in.

When only three or four black holes remained, the remaining cultivators actually fought among themselves for the last spot.

The senior cultivators shook their heads at the sight: "These guys were hesitant at first, and then became too anxious at the last minute."

"Although his skills are up to par, his mentality is flawed."

"The two cultivators who went in first were the ones with the best temperament."

"That's Wang Quan and Ying Jiaren."

"This is the second time they've appeared in a historical moment!"

"I hope they can continue their success!"

"I wonder how the historical fragments corresponding to other realms are faring."

"Everyone, do you think that if there's a one-third success rate this time, will it unlock more historical moments in the future?"

A powerful cultivator laughed: "Let alone a one-third success rate, even if it's one-tenth or even one-hundredth success rate, the [World Dao Court] will continue to unlock historical fragments."

"I heard they're going to change history."

"If we can change history, we will leave a significant mark on it."

At this point, many powerful cultivators chuckled.

At this moment, a high monk suddenly asked, "Gentlemen, if we change history, will future generations follow suit?"

"If future generations follow suit, will they do the same as us, sending people to exterminate us? Or will they exterminate the prodigies and geniuses who will have a significant impact on the future of the Dao Court?"

Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback and their laughter ceased.

After a long while, a great cultivator muttered, "Those who can help the Dao Court are all the most outstanding talents among the most outstanding geniuses, the most monstrous talents among monstrous talents."

"When future prodigies and geniuses arrive, they might not even be as powerful as they are now."

Smiles returned to everyone's faces.

Another great cultivator said with concern, "However, I have heard that many prodigies and geniuses struggled in the lower levels when they were young, and have not yet gained absolute self-protection, nor have they obtained opportunities and abilities."

"The Daoist court has never paid any attention to them."

"If future people kill them, they will surely die."

The laughter faded, replaced by worry.

As a result, a cultivator nearby sneered: "We don't live for tomorrow, so let's just enjoy the moment and be merry."

"After we die, we'll fall into the underworld and become ghosts, no longer belonging to the human race."

Why think so much?

"Perhaps, in the future, the ones who kill human prodigies and monsters will be led by us after we become demons!"

"Cheer up, come on, smile!"

The great cultivators felt this made sense, and then smiled again.