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

Whoosh!

Wang Quan closed the Imperial Scripture and stared blankly for a long time.

Emperor Wu's autobiography in the Imperial Classic is very simple.

She spent most of her life practicing martial arts.

Only later will I have time to enjoy my life.

Unfortunately, she didn't enjoy it for long before she died.

The Peach Blossom Martial Emperor did not say whether he was killed by the young master or by the chaotic beings.

However, either way, it means she is dead.

But... why did the Peach Blossom Martial Emperor, who died thirty-three eras ago, have her belongings appear in another world, in a future era?

He scratched his head, unable to figure it out, and could only conclude that the golden treasure created by the Heavenly Demon Tiger was mysterious and terrifying.

After a long while, he got up to see the twelve-headed, second-level ghosts.

The ghosts and spirits of the second level of the underworld stood around the altar, their forms the size of mountains.

Their bodies began to petrify.

Around them were some second-level demons.

These second-level underworld spirits descended through the newly opened passage.

The newly arrived ghosts and gods carved various talismans on the materialized ghosts and gods. Some ghosts and gods even burned their own souls and flesh to enhance the power of the talismans.

Their burning was different from when their limbs were chopped off or blown apart.

They burned it using a secret method, permanently losing this part.

Even as ghosts and gods, it takes them a very long time to recover little by little.

Upon seeing the king, they quickly bowed.

Wang Quan nodded and asked the spirits, "What are your plans for the future?"

"Would you like to come with me to the fourth level of the underworld to open up a safe zone?"

The ghosts and gods of the second level of the underworld looked ashamed: "Fellow Daoist, we are unworthy of being called ghosts and gods; we have been of no use at all in opening up the safe zone, and have only become a burden."

"And this is only the third level of the underworld."

"If we go to the fourth level of the underworld, we'll probably be even less of a use."

A ghost coughed, "However, if you need cannon fodder, just call us. There are many ghosts and spirits in the second level of the underworld. We will gather some to be your cannon fodder."

"Right now, all we want to do is protect this safe zone."

"So that we can use its power to enhance our foundation and revive the second layer of the underworld."

Wang Quan's heart skipped a beat: "You're guarding the safe zone in this state?"

The spirits nodded: "Excellent!"

"After we are petrified, our life force consumption is reduced to a minimum."

"A year is but a day to us."

"Once the Ghost and God Array is formed, ten years will be equivalent to one day."

"With our long lifespans, we can protect this safe zone for a very, very long time."

Wang Quan laughed: "How many spirits and deities have you prepared to protect it?"

The ghosts and spirits of the second level of the underworld laughed, "Thirty-six million heads."

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan gasped in shock.

"Are you that worried about the safe zone?"

The ghosts and spirits laughed and said, "Of course!"

"This thing is related to whether the second level of the underworld can be revived."

"If the underworld is revived, we will surely receive tremendous benefits, with at least a one percent chance of becoming [Primordial Ghosts and Gods]."

"If we become [Primordial Gods], we can truly be immortal and eternal."

Wang Quan thought of the [Frosty Ghost God].

This guy has the bloodline of a god or demon, so he'll still die anyway.

The ancient innate gods and demons, Hanlu, are all dead, let alone ghosts and gods.

Moreover, a one percent chance is too low.

He wanted to persuade them, but when he saw the ghosts and spirits descending and how eagerly they turned to stone, he knew that persuasion was useless.

These ghosts and spirits were petrified with great interest.

They were full of expectations and dreams for the future, and even wished they could petrify the past and wake up one day to find themselves as innate gods and spirits.

Thinking of this, many ghosts and gods began to turn to stone with smiles on their faces.

Wang Quan stepped onto the cloud pillar and appeared in the second level of the underworld.

In the second level of the underworld, there are even more ghosts and spirits.

A large number of ghosts and gods were petrified, and in the distance, ghosts and gods were fighting each other.

The ghost who first met Wang Quan came over and explained: "Those ghosts are vying for the petrification quota, or rather, the quota to become a primordial ghost god."

Wang Quan couldn't help but mutter, "But the chances are too low, only one percent."

The ghost laughed: "One percent is already quite remarkable."

"Before this, let's not even talk about one percent, there wasn't even a one in ten thousand chance."

Wang Quan remained silent once again.

He was too lazy to argue with these ghosts and gods, so he turned to look at the sky.

A ray of light appeared in the hazy sky.

The light is much brighter than before.

A touch of gold seemed to have appeared on the hazy sun.

The spirit sighed, "The sun is truly reviving."

"Although it will take a very long time to recover, at least there is hope."

Wang Quan couldn't help but say, "If a calamity were to befall us in the future and these safe zones were to be destroyed, you...."

The ghosts and spirits laughed heartily: "The calamities of the era are indeed terrifying, but even the most terrible calamities cannot destroy this safe zone."

"This is our hope of becoming primordial spirits."

"Whoever tries to destroy our hope, we will let them die."

A thought struck Wang Quan, and he pointed at the demons and gods fighting each other, saying, "Since they all want to be petrified, why not just let them all be petrified?"

The ghost sighed, "A safe zone can only accommodate far too few ghosts and spirits."

Wang Quan said, "There are safe zones in the human world, the second evil world, and the third evil world."

"Your presence there will also help revive the second level of the underworld."

"It can even help other worlds recover."

"Let them all go and oversee those safe zones."

The ghost was astonished: "Really?"

Wang Quan nodded: "Really!"

"You guys like protecting the safe zone, which is perfect because I need some experts to help me keep watch."

"We call this—"

The ghost exclaimed excitedly, "This is called birds of a feather flock together!"

"Fellow Daoist, if that's the case, we will definitely be able to protect this safe zone!"

"As long as we live, this safe zone will never be breached."

Wang Quan nodded: "When the calamities of the future arrive, these safe zones will inevitably be impacted."

"We'll see how you perform then."

The ghost laughed: "The calamities of the era are nothing more than the stirring up of storms by the first level of the underworld and the second level of the evil world."

"They can't turn the tide."

Wang Quan nodded.

The second level of the Underworld is far more powerful than the first level.

If a calamity befalls the era, the second-level ghosts and gods can always suppress some of the first-level ghosts and gods.

As a result, his pressure decreased dramatically.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

One after another, ghosts and gods rushed into the cloud pillar, and then, with the help of the cloud pillar, descended into different worlds and were petrified.

When the Daoist cultivators suddenly discovered that terrifying ghosts and gods had appeared in the safe zone, they were initially terrified.

However, he breathed a sigh of relief when he discovered that many ghosts and spirits had begun to turn to stone.

At this moment, even more ghosts and gods cried out:

"Fellow Daoists, we have been ordered by Daoist Wang Quan to petrify our bodies and guard this safe zone."

"Anyone who harms the safe zone will be killed without mercy!"