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

"Wang Quan said that now, the only way to cultivate oneself is through the methods of this historical fragment."

"If I still don't use other methods after I turn sixteen, then I will have no choice but to become Wang Quan's disciple and have him teach me the methods."

"But will I be able to make it in time?"

She wasn't stupid; she naturally knew that after the restrictions were lifted, the one who would grow the fastest was the local bully—Xiao Ming.

If Wang Quan cannot cultivate other methods, how will he kill Xiao Ming?

"If I could use future methods, and if Dao characters appeared, I could refine a stream of magical power in one breath."

"At that time, I'll unleash a spell and kill him in no time."

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A distant city:

A powerful monk sat on the city wall.

He has been sitting here for many years. During these years, he has absorbed the wind and the clouds, drunk the dew and absorbed the light, and cultivated many magical techniques.

Beside him was an incense table, with specially made sandalwood incense, ritual materials, and so on.

"Three days, three more days until the restrictions are lifted."

"At that time, I will directly perform the ritual remotely to strangle the historical anchors."

"No matter how powerful that historical anchor is, it can't stop my attack now."

"The body I'm occupying is at the Golden Core stage!"

"The power it unleashed is simply unimaginable to ordinary people."

However, at that moment, dark clouds rolled in from afar.

The dark clouds rolled and churned, with banners waving, war drums booming, and horns blaring.

A group of Taoist boys rushed out of the dark clouds. They used ropes to lasso the two ends of the upper dark clouds, as if drawing back a curtain, and pulled away the upper dark clouds.

The dark clouds parted to the left and right, revealing a platform.

On the platform, a Taoist priest with a white beard sat upright.

The Taoist priest, holding a black whisk, shook it twice and laughed, "You wicked child, are you going to use magic to harm people again?"

On the city wall, the future cultivator's eyes narrowed. He stood up, his expression murderous: "You demonic cultivator, who gave you the courage to rebuke me?"

The two men stared at each other, their eyes filled with murderous intent.

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On a certain mountain, a spirited young man was practicing with weapons.

He gazed in the direction of Qingfeng Temple, his heart brimming with fighting spirit: "The restrictions are about to end, and my spear can finally drink the blood of the Tuzhi."

"Let me see how capable these anchor points in this historical fragment really are."

At this moment, the mountains trembled, and a tremendous roar swept in.

The boy gazed into the distance and saw a white elephant rushing towards him.

On the white elephant, a three-headed, six-armed youth, fully armored, drew his bow and arrow, and wielded a spear and shield, charging in with murderous intent.

The boy roared to the sky, "Come, let's fight!"

"Let me see how brilliant the geniuses of ancient times were!"

"The methods I used are exactly the same as yours!"

"Either kill me, or I'll kill you!"

"kill!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The young man was born into a family of extraordinary talents, possessing a special bloodline and a brilliant physique.

When he made his move, the heavens and earth shone with light, bestowing upon him immeasurable combat power.

The opponent was also a prodigy with a special bloodline and physique.

He radiated brilliant golden light, wielding numerous weapons, and fought fiercely with the youth.

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In other places, several unfortunate aspiring cultivators are preparing various cultivation materials.

Because of their status, they did not possess any power and could only begin their cultivation after the restrictions were lifted.

They need to prepare all the resources and means for cultivation in advance.

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Beside a great river, a woman sat upright with a sword case lying across her lap.

She took a sword from the scabbard, wiped it, and used the blade to illuminate herself.

The sword has thirty-six facets, each illuminating a woman.

The woman practiced swordsmanship within the blade, a truly mysterious act.

"I thought the methods of the ancients were terrible, far inferior to those of us in the future."

"I didn't expect their swordsmanship to be so extraordinary."

"Tomorrow is the day for that historical anchor point meditation."

"Tomorrow, all restrictions will be lifted!"

"It's time for this sword to drink blood."

"I really don't know what good would be done by killing this historical anchor!"

"Improve the legend level? Or enhance the Dao script? Or simply change the future?"

Just then, the river flowed backward, and a young man came riding the waves with a sword in hand.

Sensing the overwhelming killing intent emanating from the other party, the woman chuckled and said, "You've come to stop me from killing that wretch Wang Ming?"

"good!"

The woman tilted her head, curious: "Who sent you? The expert who trained Wang Ming? Or him himself?"

The young man flicked his sword and chuckled, "It is [Young Master]."

"Young Master saw that Wang Ming would face a calamity tomorrow, and knew that his Dao heart was broken and his strength was not what it used to be."

"Therefore, we were sent here to stop you extraterrestrial demons."

The woman was taken aback: "Young master?"

"Heh... The restrictions should be lifted tomorrow, why are you only sending people now?"

"You look down on me?"

The young man sighed, "It's precisely because he thinks so highly of you that the young master went to such great lengths to have me come and stop you."

"Young master was afraid that the others were no match for you, so he carefully selected me before choosing me."

The woman was delighted: "In that case, you must be exceptionally capable."

"Come, let's fight!"

The woman flicked her fingers, and the long sword whistled, dragging a hundred-foot-long sword aura like a torrent, rushing towards the boy.

The young man played his sword and sang, his long sword flying in his hand, cleaving through the woman's sword energy. Then he opened his mouth and spat out a sky full of sword energy, like thousands of swimming fish, sweeping towards the woman from all directions.

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Night fell:

After being in seclusion for many days, Wang Quan emerged from the main hall.

At this moment, he had no terrifying muscles, nor a frightening physique; he looked exactly like a normal person.

Wang Quan, dressed in white, stood atop the highest point of the dilapidated, crumbling palace, his hands behind his back, gazing at the moon in the sky.

The moonlight should have been bright and clear, but at this moment, the moon was ugly, emitting a dark red glow.

Blood was dripping from the moon.

Glug!

The moon rotated, resembling an eyeball, which was quite eerie.

However, Wang Quan watched with great interest.

Qinghe huffed and puffed as she climbed up from below. She carefully sat down next to Wang Quan, then propped her chin on her hand and stared intently at the sky: "Wang Quan, do you think this moon is the eyeball of some god or demon, or perhaps the Ghost Emperor?"

"It looks terrifying."

Wang Quan glanced at her and found that Qingmei's face was full of excitement and curiosity, without the slightest fear.

"Do you think if we stay in this historical moment and don't want to leave, will we end up having babies with decaying beings?"

"If the child is born, will it be normal or rotten?"

"Is this fragment of history dead? Is it only we who can save it?"

Qinghe has too many problems.

Wang Quan didn't know how to answer, nor did he want to.

Because he discovered that Qinghe simply wanted someone to confide in, nothing more.

After all, once dawn broke, the new abbot would publicly announce that everyone could begin their cultivation.

When the time comes... I'll have to fight Xiaoming to the death.

If one is born, then one can change history, return to the real world, and gain numerous benefits.

If I die—I'm afraid I'll be stuck in the annals of history for the rest of my life.

Qinghe is under pressure, and so is he.

Because that Xiaoming is just too strange.

It was so eerie that even though he had once changed history, he felt uneasy at this moment.

After an unknown amount of time, Qinghe suddenly spoke: "It's dawn!"

Wang Quan gazed into the distance and saw the blood-red sun slowly rising.

And in the sky, a blood-red moon still hung.

The sun and moon shine together, like a pair of eyes.

The whole world turned black and white.

Click!

The gate opened, and the new abbot, dressed in black and white, appeared, loudly proclaiming, "Everyone, assemble!"

"Today, I have some great news to announce."

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