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

The great tomb's hall trembled fifty-one times before finally returning to calm.

After the king released the paper maids to cleanse the remaining evil, he emerged from the first level.

He calculated the instant and realized that it was time to collect purple energy in the real world.

"Then let's go back first!"

"I just don't know if those cultivators who descended in their true forms have the ability to completely destroy this great tomb."

As he pondered, his spirit returned.

Shortly after the return of the king, the space at the entrance to the tenth floor distorted:

Hundreds of powerful Yin spirits appeared, missing limbs, broken and battered, in a pitiful state.

The seven or eight cultivators who had descended in their true forms were also torn apart, with missing limbs and in a very sorry state.

The other Yin Spirit cultivators were immediately disappointed upon seeing this.

"Oh no, another failure!"

"With so many experts going in this time, they couldn't even kill a Grand General?"

"That cultivator who used the 'Scripture of Salvation' doesn't seem to have been very effective!"

Many monks whispered among themselves.

At this moment, the cultivator who had first contacted the royal authority laughed loudly: "A bunch of fools!"

"It's not that the cultivator who used the Scripture of Salvation was useless; rather, he was extremely useful!"

"If it weren't for him, we would never have encountered the Great General in his second form!"

"Now, the Great General's second form has appeared. If we can kill him once, this tomb may be permanently destroyed."

"This allows the architecture in the real world to be perfectly reflected."

"We're not far from victory!"

The other Yin Gods were stunned. They didn't know that the Great General had a second form, let alone that killing the second form might end the Great Tomb.

They remained suspicious despite seeing the pitiful state of the crowd.

On the contrary, many Yin spirit masters and cultivators who had descended in their true forms were overjoyed.

Although everyone was seriously injured, the gains from this experience were truly enormous; they have finally seen hope.

At this moment, a cultivator in his true form released a furnace.

The furnace turned, releasing billowing medicinal vapors that seeped into everyone's bodies, rapidly repairing their spirits and broken flesh.

One of the cultivators cleared his throat: "Everyone, where is that fellow Daoist who possesses the Scripture of Salvation?"

A Yin Spirit cultivator spoke up: "They must have left!"

The cultivator took a deep breath: "Everyone, this fellow Daoist who has mastered the Scripture of Salvation is a crucial figure in whether we can completely open up the Lower Academy stronghold of Drowning."

"This large tomb was opened in the lower courtyard at least a thousand years ago."

"The power of the entire tomb has reached a critical point!"

"Now, the general on the last level of the tomb has been forced into his second form by the Scripture of Salvation; now, we have hope of completely clearing the tomb."

"Therefore, I have a suggestion, though it may be premature... I hope everyone will bring a pill that replenishes one hundred units of magical power when they come tomorrow, and offer it to that fellow Daoist for free!"

Upon hearing this, someone nodded: "No problem!"

"I can still produce a pill with a hundred strands of magical power!"

The other Yin spirits, though heartbroken over the cost of the pills, suppressed their reluctance when they thought about how the tomb could be completely leveled, and all nodded in agreement.

Just then, a female cultivator suddenly spoke up: "With the money we've spent on elixirs, could we buy a set of external alchemical artifacts to replenish our mana?"

"This is a one-time investment, but it can be used for a long time."

"If they level the tomb later, there will be other buildings behind it!"

"If he has external alchemy tools to replenish his magical power, he will save even more pills without even realizing it."

After some deliberation, everyone agreed: "This is a good suggestion!"

"One-time investment, permanent returns!"

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Reality:

The King's Yin Spirit returns to the Inner Landscape.

The next second, the information of the First-Rank Dao Seal changed:

[Virtue +51]

At the same time, he could clearly feel that his Yin spirit had become more real.

This time, he felt that the actual number of Yin spirits was more than the amount he had gained from collecting purple energy for fifty-one days.

"Could it be that the more evil one permanently kills using the 'Scripture of Salvation,' the greater the benefits received by the spirits?"

He examined the Yin spirit and found it easier to control.

At this moment, he valued the first-grade Dao seal script even more.

Without the first-grade Daoist scripture, he would not have been able to decipher the "Scripture of Salvation," and thus would not have been able to accumulate merit and quickly condense his Yin spirit.

"You should read more Taoist scriptures."

Not long after, Wang Quan gathered the purple energy, then went to the foot of the mountain again to cast a warning spell and watch over the spirits as they worked.

Nothing to do this morning!

Nothing to do at noon!

Wang Quan spent most of his time studying Taoist scriptures, steadily improving his understanding of them.

At dusk, Qian Xiuyue relayed a message: "A dozen or so cultivators are coming from your direction."

"The other party's aura is unusual; they're probably up to no good!"

"Should I call someone for help?"

Wang Quan's heart stirred: "I'll try it now and see if I can handle it!"

"good!"

Qian Xiuyue ended the contact, but continued to keep a close eye on Wang Quan in secret.

Wang Quan was, after all, a newcomer who had just begun practicing magic.

Although the newcomer was a cultivator of the new method, she was still worried that Wang Quan was no match for him.

At this moment, Wang Quan put away the Taoist scriptures. He patted the box, and more than a dozen paper figures transformed into palace maids, each wielding a double sword, and rushed forward with a whoosh.

At the same time, he also released a paper eagle into the air to scout out enemy positions.

Soon, the paper eagle spotted more than a dozen cultivators rushing towards it from dozens of miles away.

These cultivators were all masked and did not take the mountain paths, but instead traversed through the forests.

"As expected, they've come with ill intentions!"

Wang Quan's heart raced.

This was his first time fighting against others, and more than a dozen cultivators at once, which excited him.

"After cultivating for so long, it's time to test my skills!"

"I'll conjure up lightning and fire for a massive bombardment? And unleash a sandstorm of area-of-effect magic attacks?"

In an instant, dozens of killing spells flashed through his mind.

However, in the end, he did not choose any of these, but instead chose spells such as the "Plain Moon Paper Cutting Technique" and illusions.

"Let me see if my specialty, the [Plain Moon Paper Cutting Technique], can withstand the test of battle!"

"If you can withstand it, then continue to expand your research."

"If it doesn't hold up... we'll choose other spell combinations later."

While he was thinking, he asked the spirits for a basin to drink water from.

He filled the basin with water, lit sandalwood incense, worshipped the basin, chanted scriptures, and performed magic.

Bilibili!

Girgh!

The scripture recitation has ended.

The next second, an image appeared in the basin:

A dozen or so masked cultivators were rushing toward him.

Wang Quan slapped the box, and papers flew out:

call!

He exhaled a breath of [Bright Moon Magic], and the paper transformed into a bright moon, hanging above the water basin.

The next second, he patted the box again, and a small paper figure flew out of the box.

The paper figure, holding a small knife, moved along the edge of the basin. Suddenly, a beam of moonlight, transformed from the paper, fell and pierced the head of the last cultivator reflected in the water.

The cultivator's speed slowed down instantly.

At this moment, the paper figure jumped into the basin of water, and then began to move around on the cultivator's neck.

The next second, a line of blood appeared on the cultivator's neck.