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

A day passed, and all was calm!

Night fell:

The spirits ate meat and grass, rested briefly, and then continued working.

The human warriors also took the medicine prepared by Qian Xiuyue to adjust their condition and continue working.

Lanterns rose one by one, hanging in the air, illuminating the vast construction site brightly.

Qian Xiuyue invited Wang Quan: "I will be hosting a banquet in half an hour, and you must attend!"

Wang Quan thought for a moment: "Will it take a long time? I still need to collect the moon's light!"

Qian Xiuyue chuckled: "At most half an hour, enough time for everyone to get to know each other."

"We're going to gather starlight to refine our magic too!"

Wang Quan nodded: "No problem!"

Even if he wastes half an hour, he can still refine three strands of magical power.

It's not in the way.

After Qian Xiuyue left, Wang Quan released paper figures that dug a cave and went inside, then sealed the cave.

Two doors appear in the interior scene. One door represents the second layer of the world corresponding to the Lower Courtyard, and the other door represents the second layer of the world corresponding to Seven Maidens Mountain.

Wang Quan didn't want to take any risks for the time being, so the Yin God pushed open the door of the lower courtyard and appeared directly in the lower courtyard's great tomb.

Night had just fallen, and there weren't many people inside the tomb.

Wang Quan looked around and stepped straight into the first door.

Achieving change:

A familiar town, familiar old men and women.

Although there were two fewer elderly people today than yesterday, they were still overjoyed to see Wang Quan enter, their kind faces beaming: "Brother, shall we join you for the feast?"

Wang Quan patted the box:

boom! boom! boom!

Amidst wisps of smoke, palace maids emerged from the mist, each wielding a double sword, standing guard with heroic bearing.

"I don't like attending banquets!"

"I only enjoy killing!"

The elderly men and women: "Huh?"

The next second, Wang Quan began reciting the sutra for saving people.

Bilibili!

Girgh!

The Sutra of Ferrying People consists of one hundred sentences.

Each sentence consumes one unit of magical power.

As he finished reciting the first line, a stream of magical power formed a scripture and landed on the old woman at the front.

The next second, the old woman screamed and rolled on the ground in agony.

The other elderly people were terrified and backed away, asking, "Cuihua, what's wrong?"

"Cuihua, why are you screaming so pitifully?"

As more scriptures fell on the old woman, she began to emit black smoke, and at the same time, her appearance began to change towards a younger state.

When the last few verses of scripture fell upon her, the old woman had turned into an infant.

She burst into tears and then vanished into thin air.

at the same time:

The main hall of the tomb shook slightly, revealing a blank area about the width of a leek leaf.

Inside the hall, some Yin Spirit cultivators were overjoyed upon seeing this scene.

The larger the hall, the more scriptures it can hold, and the greater the pressure it will exert on the tomb.

The more secure the outpost, the safer it is.

at this time:

On the first floor of the tomb, as the old woman died and her spirit dissipated, the other old men and women were enraged:

They growled menacingly as they charged at Wang Quan: "Where did you put Cuihua?"

pat!

Wang Quan snapped his fingers, and the next second, more than twenty paper figures transformed into palace maids wielded double swords, slashing at the scene as if cutting melons and vegetables.

Crash!

Black smoke curled up, and the old men and women disappeared.

"Because I'm kind-hearted, I sent her to reincarnation!"

"I'll come tomorrow to send you to reincarnation!"

Wang Quan picked up the box and headed straight for the town.

The palace maids attacked from all sides, slaughtering everyone in their path.

In just a quarter of an hour, the entire town was completely engulfed in flames.

Amidst the flames, Wang Quan seemed to hear a low growl of resentment.

The next second, his spirit returned.

The Yin spirit appeared in the hall and found many Yin spirits excitedly discussing the newly expanded hall.

Some of the Yin spirits rushed into the third or fourth level, or even the fifth or sixth level. After a few moments, they hurriedly came out, excitedly saying, "The evil in this lower level is a little weaker than yesterday."

"Although it's insignificant, it still represents an overall weakening!"

"I wonder if the Great General on the tenth floor has been weakened!"

A malevolent spirit chuckled, "It seems it won't be long before the one who masters the Scripture of Salvation is able to weaken this great tomb to the point of collapse!"

"Then we'll be able to start building other structures."

The Yin spirits were excited.

The more building clusters in the second layer that correspond to those in the first layer, the more stable and secure the stronghold will be.

All the spirits of the underworld hoped that the royal power could weaken the Great Tomb as soon as possible.

As for whether the weakening and eventual complete disappearance of the great tomb would affect the harvesting of ebony, they didn't care at all.

In the second layer of the world, there are far too many structures like the Great Tomb.

With enough effort, we can get sand from anywhere.

At this moment, a spirit called out, "Is the Daoist brother who possesses the Scripture of Saving People here? Could you please open up a little more space? I can write a line of the Daoist scripture."

In the crowd, Wang Quan suddenly realized something and said, "I have no more magic power."

"If you provide your magic, I can continuously perform the Scripture of Salvation and open up halls and strongholds for everyone."

The Yin Gods sneered, "We have no magical power; we're going to the mortal world to replenish it."

Wang Quan smiled: "Then, if I have time before dawn, I'll come in and continue the development."

"If I don't come, it means I'm too busy!"

"oh!"

Amidst the envious and jealous gazes of many Yin spirits, the Yin spirit of Wangquan returned.

Not long after he left, several cultivators arrived with their true forms.

These cultivators, carrying boxes, looked around and said, "Everyone, let's put up a banner. When the Daoist brother from the 'Scripture of Salvation' arrives, please ask him to wait a moment. We will provide him with magical medicine so that he can help us open the main hall."

Many of the Yin spirits were astonished.

They never dreamed that these cultivators, who could bring their true forms down to earth, would value royal power so much.

They even offered him secret potions to replenish his mana free of charge.

At that moment, a spirit whispered, "That fellow Daoist just left!"

Several cultivators who had descended in their true forms were quite disappointed and regretful: "If we had known to come a quarter of an hour earlier, we would definitely have run into him."

"Ugh, what a waste of a night!"

The cultivators who had descended in their true forms were filled with regret and frustration.

A spirit nearby said, "That fellow Taoist said that it might come again at dawn!"

"However, we can't be sure whether they'll come or not!"

Several cultivators who had descended to their true forms were delighted upon hearing this: "That means there's a 50% chance of it happening."

"Everyone, shall we wait here?"

"Yes, we have to wait!"

"The more permanently he eradicates evil, the better our chances of winning."

A few, they asked other Yin spirit cultivators for help, and hung banners in the hall, inviting Wang Quan to assist.

At this point, the king had already reached the summit.

Although the mountaintop was chaotic, with spirits and martial artists working everywhere, Qian Xiuyue still managed to clear out a space.

Tables, chairs, benches, fine wines and delicacies, and even medicinal cuisine with a unique aroma.

When everyone saw Wang Quan approaching, they quickly waved.

We were all in the same class and had all studied the scriptures in the library.

Although we haven't seen each other for a year or two, we're a bit estranged.

However, after a few drinks, the group became familiar with each other again.

A few monks gathered starlight, which transformed into beautiful women and young men who then danced.

Someone else pointed out that the wine jar transformed into a pot-bellied man, patting his belly as if beating a drum to add to the festivities.

All of this is just as Zhao Hongyi told everyone back then.

However, Zhao Hongyi was not at the banquet; and the person who organized the banquet had broken ties with Zhao Hongyi.

For a moment, Wang Quan was quite saddened.

At this moment, Qian Xiuyue opened her mouth and spat out a beam of starlight. This starlight shot into the sky, stirring up the surrounding starlight and drawing it in. Finally, it exploded with a bang, just like fireworks.

The stars shine brightly, illuminating everyone.