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

With the sun and moon high in the sky, and black and white intertwined, the whole world seemed unreal.

Ashes drifted everywhere, like a heavy snowfall.

Whoosh!

A breeze blew by, making Wang Quan's long hair flutter and making Qing He shiver.

She looked at this black and white world, at the decaying creatures, and sighed, "They've arrived!"

Crack!

One by one, the rooms opened, and the decaying childhood sweethearts appeared in the courtyard, led by the Taoist priests.

Then, everyone turned to look in the direction of the solitary confinement cell.

Large amounts of ash surged toward the solitary confinement cell.

Wherever the ashes passed, the already crumbling houses collapsed with a roar, then turned into ashes and joined them.

Only the Spirit Gourd remained suspended in mid-air, even without any support.

This gourd is definitely a treasure.

However, no one paid attention to the gourd at this moment; everyone was focused on the solitary confinement room.

call!call!call!

Heavy breathing could be heard from inside the confinement room.

The sound was initially loud, but it quickly grew quieter and disappeared over time.

The ashes initially swirled around the solitary confinement cell, then suddenly shot into the sky, spewing outwards in all directions.

Crack!

The door to the solitary confinement cell opened, and everyone saw Xiaoming, whom they hadn't seen for many years.

The moment Wang Quan and Qing He saw Xiao Ming, their eyes narrowed, and they looked horrified.

Over the years, under the tyranny of the royal power, Xiaoming's limbs have long been twisted, and his body has been battered by all sorts of sinister and vicious winds, turning him into something like a monster.

But what emerged from the confinement cell was not a twisted monster, but a young man—a handsome young man with flowing hair, a dignified bearing, and a normal body.

The young man, dressed in a Taoist robe with a doll hanging from his waist, walked toward the new abbot with a weathered look on his face.

This young man was none other than—the wise and virtuous Wang Ming.

He looked at the new abbot with a complex expression, and finally knelt on the ground, kowtowing and saying, "I beg the abbot to impart the Dharma!"

The new abbot remained silent.

The other childhood sweethearts also knelt down and cried out, "We beg the Abbot to impart the Dharma!"

The new abbot suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the heavens: "You truly seek the Dharma?"

"really!"

The new abbot gritted his teeth: "You still want to kill me?"

Xiao Ming paused for a moment, then asked instead, "You've awakened your memories?"

The new abbot gave a bitter laugh: "I've been killed by you countless times, and I've been stimulated by wealth and status, which finally allowed me to decipher the old abbots' diaries."

"Now, I have naturally awakened my memories."

"If I impart the Dharma to you, you will surely kill me!"

"You never let me off the hook, no matter how many times we started over."

Xiao Ming stood up, his face filled with sorrow and regret: "Master, I had no choice but to kill you."

"As a historical anchor, I must ensure that the beings who should have died in history die."

"Otherwise, the power of my anchor point identity will be weakened."

"And you've seen the result of this weakening: the world should have continued indefinitely, with its beautiful mountains and clear waters, birdsong and fragrant flowers, and people living happily ever after."

"But now, because of the trouble caused by Wang Quan, this extraterrestrial demon, a large part of my authority has been lost."

"My anchor point is not up to standard."

"You will all die forever."

"Now, teach me the magic so that I may kill this wicked Wang Quan."

"Only in this way can I live, and you can live too."

The new abbot was silent for a moment, then laughed loudly, "Little Ming... only when you are dead can we truly live on!"

Xiao Ming shook his head.

The new abbot took a deep breath, pointed to a spot, and said, "Stand there, and I will impart the Dharma to you!"

Xiao Ming looked at the spot, then at the still-intact bunkers and various weapons around him, and laughed loudly, "I've killed you countless times, so it's only natural that you kill me now."

"In this world, I am unparalleled!"

"As long as you preach the Dharma, even if I stand there without moving, you can't kill me."

"You're afraid of me!"

The new abbot nodded: "I'm afraid of you, but Fugui isn't afraid of you!"

"Today, I will impart my magic to you, so that wealth and power may kill you!"

Xiao Ming looked up at Wang Quan.

Amidst the swirling ashes, Wang Quan stood with his hands behind his back, facing away from the sun and moon, looking down upon him from his lofty position.

Qinghe stood to the side.

Qinghe's face tightened as she nervously watched the new abbot.

Pfft!

Xiao Ming smiled.

He fumbled for the butcher's pendant at his waist and walked step by step toward the spot the new abbot had pointed out: "Even if I don't come here, you must pass on my magic according to history."

"However, I still made it."

"I came not out of fear of you, but out of pity for you."

"I'm standing here simply to tell you: no matter what tricks you use, you won't be able to harm a single hair on my head!"

tread!tread!tread!

Many childhood sweethearts, great cultivators, and others rose to their feet. They glared venomously at the True Monarch Wang Ming before scattering and disappearing into the fortresses.

This fortress was built under the supervision of the royal authority.

Even as other buildings decay or turn to ashes, these fortresses remain as new as ever.

They also regained some of their memories, and after seeing each other's ghostly appearances, they were filled with resentment towards Wang Ming.

"Master, transmit the Dharma, and let Fugui kill him."

There was a Taoist priest's resentful shout.

The next moment, everyone in Qingfeng Temple shouted, "Master, pass on the magic to him and let Fugui kill him!"

"Let Fugui kill him!"

"Fugui, kill him!"

The new abbot took a deep breath, his mind flashing through various memories, and then announced loudly, "Today, all the young disciples may learn the Dharma."

"Fu Gui, Qing He... Wang Ming and others can all learn the [Yellow Sand Method]."

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole world trembled slightly.

In the black and white world, a little bit of color began to appear.

The amount of ashes that filled the sky has decreased.

At this moment, Qinghe looked up to the sky and roared.

Because she felt she could practice magic again, and the Daoist script had also been revived.

The moment the Dao script was born, she knew that all restrictions had ended.

Now, she needs to practice her magic and then kill Xiaoming.

She let out a long howl, looked at the ashes filling the sky, and felt the endless desolation. She immediately visualized a fundamental method of the unorthodox path called the "Path of Desolation"—"Incessant Desolation".

The fundamental law, in a mere instant, drew upon all the death and decay power of Qingfeng Temple to refine her first magical power in this world.

boom!

Qinghe's golden hairpin exploded, and she soared into the air, her hands forming a hand seal, drawing upon endless ashes to transform into a cloaked figure that appeared and disappeared in the shadows:

"Death and annihilation accompany loneliness!"

Whoosh! Whoosh!

She exhaled a breath of magic, which landed on the cloaked figure who was barely visible. The cloaked figure pulled a scythe from under the cloak and, like a ghost, rushed towards Wang Ming.

At the same time, Wang Quan also made his move.

After he sensed the emergence of the Daoist scripture, he did not activate the fundamental law of the real world, but instead activated the Samadhi Divine Wind.

call!call!call!

A series of divine winds swept through, and with the enhancement of the Daoist inscriptions, they strangled Wang Ming.

At the same time, two pairs of arms quietly grew from his ribs.

One pair of arms formed a hand seal and cast the Nightmare Technique, while the other pair of arms rubbed together, and bolts of lightning and fire appeared.

"Xiao Ming, if you don't die now, when will you?"

Crack!

Wang Quan's eyes shot out a beam of light, from which two heads appeared. He then used sonic waves, laws, precepts, and disciplinary techniques to loudly rebuke the king.

At this moment, he was going to use his most powerful techniques to kill Xiaoming.

"Unfortunately, the time was too short, and my supernatural powers have not yet been restored or fully developed."