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

Wang Quan looked at the colorful world and suddenly smiled:

"I had a fortuitous encounter in my youth, which laid the foundation for my rise!"

"I cultivate at Qingfeng Temple, and I've always wanted to obtain a rare book from the temple."

"However, the book was right there, but even after I killed everyone in Qingfeng Temple, I still couldn't find it."

"Later, I wandered the world, entering one sect after another, and witnessed the decline of the old era."

"I thought I was an unparalleled genius, a prodigy among prodigies."

"Until I met [the young master]."

"I fought with the young master for three days and three nights, and he suppressed me."

"I asked him how strong he really was, and he said he could kill me in just three moves."

"However, because he lacked henchmen, he deliberately held back, racking his brains to choose the weakest means to fight me, in order to keep me alive."

"From that moment on, my resolve to follow the Dao was shattered."

"And then, I became one of the most loyal lackeys under the young master's command."

"Isn't that ridiculous!"

Wang Quan nodded: "If I were you, I would rather die than prolong my life in vain."

Wang Ming sneered: "Death? The greatest terror in the world is death."

Wang Quan shook his head: "If you die, you can go to the underworld and come back again. Even if you die in the underworld, it won't be a wasted life."

Wang Ming scoffed: "That's because you haven't experienced the underworld of my era."

"In our time, the underworld was terrifying."

"Someone like me, once I fall into the underworld, can only be a nobody."

"I'd rather live as your dog than be a lowly scoundrel."

"You didn't experience our era, so you have no idea how twisted and insane the remnants of the old regime were."

"I don't want to die, I don't want to be a nobody."

Snap! Snap! Snap!

As the millstone turned, Wang Ming kept muttering to himself.

He would sometimes praise the young master's exceptional talent, and at other times recount the horrific things the remnants of the old era had done in their rebellion against him.

"We represent the new era, we represent the future."

"Your opposition to us is opposition to the new era and opposition to the future."

"As a cultivator, don't you know that under the prevailing trend, your resistance and struggle are all in vain?"

"With your plans for the world, everything will move in a positive direction."

"By destroying the young master's plans, you are going against the new era."

Wang Quan patted his head: "Xiao Ming, you're wrong!"

"In the past, you represented a new era."

"But now, thirty-three eras have passed since your time."

"You belong to the old era—just like the remnants of the old era that you strangled back then."

"We are the ones who represent the new era."

Wang Ming laughed loudly, "You have no idea how powerful and talented the young master is."

"The young master planned the development of all future eras. He even personally set foot in the Chaos Sea to contact other races and jointly develop and plan the future era."

"If you all behave yourselves and follow the path planned by the young master, the future will be bright."

Wang Quan didn't refute him, but instead patted him on the head: "Xiao Ming, when you were eliminating the remnants of the old era, did you encounter any remnants of the old era who were exceptionally talented and comparable to [Young Master]?"

Wang Ming was taken aback, then thought about it seriously for a moment: "I've encountered that before!"

"She was a woman, whom the remnants of the old era called the High Priestess."

"Heh heh, in our time, the high priest represented barbarity, bloodshed, and ignorance."

"That high priestess is very powerful. She holds a strange scepter and says she carries all the past of the old era."

"She is the High Priestess of the Mantis, the High Priestess of the Otherworld, the High Priestess of the Path, the High Priestess of the Abyss, and even the High Priestess of the Forbidden."

She said she was the High Priestess of all priests, past and future.

"That high priestess was very powerful. Even for the young master, it took tens of thousands of years to gradually clip her wings before he could defeat her."

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Wang Quan patted his head, the sound crisp and clear, like applause: "How embarrassing. In your time, there were people among the remnants of the old regime who were comparable to, or even more powerful than, the young master."

"And now, a long time has passed since your time."

"You are actually remnants of the old era."

"The young master you speak of is the high priest."

"What we are doing now is exactly the same as what the prince did back then—trimming his wings and finally defeating him."

Wang Ming was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Naive!"

"That high priest back then didn't know what a historical fragment was, let alone an anchor point."

"Her foundation and essence lie in the real world."

"We have a million ways to destroy her foundation in the real world."

"And the young master, in order to prevent all of this from happening, personally set up a million historical anchor points."

"Want to eradicate the young master's legacy? Heh heh, you'll have to change at least a million historical events."

"And I am but an insignificant fragment among many historical moments."

"Do you think that defeating me will ruin your grand ambitions, young master?"

"ridiculous!"

"Young Master..."

Shhh!

Wang Quan made a shushing gesture.

Wang Ming blinked, lowered his voice, and asked excitedly, "What's wrong? Someone's here? Has my protector appeared?"

Wang Quan lowered his voice: "No, I just wanted to say that you don't need to brag about the young master anymore!"

"You have no authority; you will die."

"But I am of good heart, and I will allow you to prepare your last words!"

"Tell me your last words!"

"So that I won't die with my eyes open in disgrace!"

Wang Ming... didn't want to say his last words.

Moreover, he felt it was unnecessary; he sensed he could still struggle a bit more.

But when he saw Qinghe standing to the side, holding a pig-slaughtering knife and sharpening it with a look of joy, he suddenly felt that Wang Quan's suggestion was still very necessary.

At this moment, he had so much to say.

He wanted to apologize to the new abbot and to everyone at Qingfeng Temple.

But before he could finish speaking, he threw his head back and burst into laughter:

"Wang Quan, you have killed one of me today, but there are more than a dozen of me standing in history waiting for you."

"You're like rats, sneaking around and undermining the young master's foundation."

"However, the foundation of your family is far beyond your imagination."

"You will never be a match for the young master."

"The young master will look down on you from the Thirty-Three Heavens, just as all living beings look down on ants."

"Look at your pathetic state, look at your struggle, look at you..."

boom!

Wang Quan suddenly grabbed a hammer and smashed it viciously on Wang Ming's head.

boom! boom! boom!

Wang Ming's head exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

Crack!

As the millstone turned, Wang Ming's last bit of flesh and blood disappeared.

Qinghe, standing to the side, was stunned: "Did I waste my time sharpening this knife?"

At that moment, both of them felt the world tremble slightly, and then they saw white light shoot into the sky from the millstone.

The white light scattered across the world, making it more vibrant.

Qinghe seemed to understand: "Xiaoming plundered some things from this world, and now that he's dead, those things have returned to the world."

"Fellow Daoist, now, will you stay in this world, or go back?"