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

decay!

decay!

It's still rotten!

Everywhere you look, the green plums have rotted away, turning into skeletons riddled with holes.

The new abbot is composed of broken bones and ghost-like things.

The crowd simply stood there, silently.

However, it doesn't matter where these people are or which direction they are facing.

But at this moment, everyone's gaze was strangely fixed on Wang Quan, or rather, on Wang Ming, the confidant in the confinement room.

Wang Quan wanted to see Wang Ming, a true confidant.

However, whenever he tried to look, an unprecedented terror would rise in his heart.

He dared not look, so he could only turn his head and look in other directions.

He saw that the surrounding buildings looked faded, turning into a black and white ink painting.

In this form, everything seems to have been dead for thousands or tens of thousands of years.

The house collapsed and became ruins.

Within the ruins stood skeletal creatures and wandering spirits.

He even noticed that the two stone lions at the entrance were rotten.

Grains of black sand fell from the stone lion.

Wang Quan bowed his head and saw the earth decaying and riddled with holes.

Through the decaying holes, he saw below, transformed into black sand, and countless ghostly figures.

These ghosts, with their hideous faces, stretched out their arms to the sky, uttering a silent cry.

Wang Quan looked up at the sky, which was pale and riddled with cracks from which dripped rotten, foul-smelling black blood.

The sun in the sky also died, exuding an aura of decay and despair.

This world is devoid of any life.

Wang Quan murmured in disbelief, "Is this a true fragment of history?"

"Is history, though untold, already dead?"

Even more terrifying is:

The king discovered that this already dead and decaying world was continuing to die and wither.

The decaying sun is like an onion, peeled layer by layer, revealing layers of even more decaying sun.

The sun is like this, and so are other buildings.

The same applies to living beings.

"Is this a true fragment of history?"

"Or am I really experiencing hysteria?"

Wang Quan longed to see the historical anchor behind him—the wise and empathetic ruler, Wang Ming.

He wanted to see what kind of guy this was.

However, every time he tried to turn back, he felt an unprecedented terror.

"If I saw Xiaoming right now, he would definitely kill me."

"No, it's not Xiaoming who kills me, but the historical anchor point that represents all historical fragments, all historical anchor points, and even my past historical anchor points, which will kill me."

"Even if I escape into the real world, I will be killed by the historical anchor."

"Because at this moment, I will surely see the true historical anchor, or even see the rules of historical fragments."

At this moment, he really wanted to see it.

Some voices even tempted him: "Take a look, just one look, and you will become a god or demon who controls history."

"Well said."

"But I feel that being alive is the most important thing."

call!

Wang Quan exhaled a breath of stale air, suppressing all his thoughts, and dared not turn around.

One breath...

Ten breaths...

One hundred breaths...

The faded, dead world has disappeared.

Instead, the normal world will take its place.

At this moment, Wang Ming, the confidant of the wise ruler inside the house, screamed in agony: "Wang Quan, Fu Gui, what have you done to me?"

The many childhood friends smiled broadly.

The whole world came back to life and returned to normal.

Wang Quan smiled and said, "Xiao Ming, I just blew a gust of wind."

"And this wind seeps into your body, into your bones, and slowly melts them away."

"Xiaoming, tell me, if your bones break, will you still be able to reach the heights recorded in history?"

Solitary confinement:

Xiao Ming's face was extremely pale.

He never dreamed he would end up like this.

"How could this happen?"

"I should be invincible."

"This historical event is one that I alone can forcibly alter, even at a tremendous cost."

"Why can this extraterrestrial demon, Wang Quan, alter the course of history? What gives him the right?"

"Based on the characteristics of Daoist seal script?"

"Or is it through a special magical artifact?"

"Or is it a special physical condition?"

"But the young master once said that no living being throughout history has the right to change the course of events in a historical moment!"

"Why was he able to change at the age of twelve?"

When Wang Ming, the wise and discerning ruler, peeked through the crack in the door at Wang Quan, who stood over two meters tall and possessed a muscular, ghostly face and back, he was utterly bewildered.

"To grow up to be like this at twelve years old, it doesn't seem like a big deal if he's also skilled in magic!"

Wang Ming was in a state of confusion. He suppressed all his thoughts and decided to ignore royal power and begin to cultivate seriously.

One breath...

Ten breaths...

Thirty breaths...

As a result, he couldn't continue his spiritual practice.

He encouraged himself to learn "Winning Learning" to boost his self-confidence.

Sure enough, not long after, he was full of confidence.

Then, he glanced at Wang Quan outside the door, a look of disdain and mockery flashing in his eyes: "A brainless muscleman, what means does he have to compete with me?"

"Muscles? Martial arts? That's the worst kind of power in the world."

"I have plenty of ways to deal with him."

Thinking of this, he smiled and began to mobilize the anchor point authority, preparing to enhance his own foundation and scheme against the royal power.

However, as soon as he activated his access, he sensed something was wrong.

because:

"How did one-tenth of my privileges disappear into thin air?"

Historical anchor point permissions have an initial fixed quota.

The rest is what he accumulated through repeated historical resetting.

These permissions are very useful and are what you need, young master.

In some ways, it is even one of the foundations of the young master.

"The young master is still venturing out with his confidante, still searching for more confidantes, and still striving for a higher quality of life."

"I cannot hold you back, young master. I must strive for your happiness."

"I can't afford to lose access."

"But how did I lose these permissions? How come I didn't notice anything?"

At that moment, he was completely bewildered and at a loss.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The door rattled.

Through the crack in the door, he saw Wang Quan frantically pounding on the door like a raging tiger.

Not far away, the new abbot appeared with a group of Taoist priests, scornfully shouting, "Fugui, have you gone mad?"

"Xiao Ming is locked up inside. What do you want?"

Wang Quan growled, "I'm not crazy, you're the ones who are crazy."

"Xiao Ming is an extraterrestrial demon, a cancer on this world."

"Kill him, and you will be able to break free from the endless cycle and live a new life."

"You in the future will not be slaughtered by Xiaoming, nor will you become stepping stones on his road to success."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The door shook, cracked, and almost exploded.

The wise and virtuous Wang Ming gritted his teeth and, with tears in his eyes, used his authority to forcefully stop the new abbot.

Finally, several Taoist priests forcibly carried Wang Quan away.

The new abbot summoned special steel plates and used magic to secure the door. While gritting his teeth and looking ferocious, he said with a compassionate expression, "Xiao Ming, you can stay inside and meditate in peace."

"Without my permission, wealth and honor will never harm you."

"Xiao Ming... Keep it up, I believe in you."

Wang Ming, a true confidant...

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