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

The race continues:

By the end of February, the last Daoist inscription was only a foot away from the Yin God.

This is much better than at the beginning.

At this moment, Wang Quan saw hope of transforming himself and surpassing the Supreme Yang God.

He continued his efforts.

They even reduced the time spent practicing the technique for this purpose.

He now only cultivates one stream of magical power for the round-faced Taoist nun each day, and spends the rest of his time studying Taoist scriptures and imprinting Taoist texts.

April:

The last Daoist inscription was only half a foot away from the Yin God.

Wang Quan abandoned the practice of magic, and even reduced his study of Taoist scriptures and gave up learning magic.

Eleven out of twelve hours a day are spent branding runes.

This month, the black and gold patterns on his Yin spirit began to expand, and two-thirds of his Yin spirit was covered by the black and gold patterns.

At this moment, the Yin spirit continuously conveys the message: a desire to bask in the sun.

After some thought, Wang Quan finally found a cave, arranged various materials and spells to protect the Yin spirit, and then tried to release the Yin spirit during the day.

As it turned out, this spirit could actually bask in the sunlight.

No, that's not basking in the sun, it's absorbing the sun.

A great deal of sunlight shines down, actively penetrating the Yin spirit.

This situation is not recorded at all in the current Taoist scriptures.

Other cultivators had never encountered anything like it before.

Wang Quan recalled that those cultivators who focused on the physical body said: As long as the Yin spirit has not transformed into a Yang spirit, it cannot be active during the day.

Even if you release a spirit into a dark cave or cellar, it will still be scorched by the sun.

If you walk under the sun, even the most powerful Yin spirits will be burned to ashes.

His spirit was not only unharmed, but also enjoyed actively absorbing sunlight.

Wang Quan sensed the Yin spirit and discovered that much sunlight was converging on the black and gold patterns.

The Yin spirit is abnormal; there is no record of it in the current Daoist scriptures, and it is even less common among cultivators of the physical body.

Wang Quan was too lazy to care anymore.

He felt there was no danger, so he would release his spirit to absorb sunlight during the day.

After a few days, he noticed that the runes were being imprinted much faster.

May....

June....

In mid-July, the last rune was just a hair's breadth away from the Yin God.

However, this hair's breadth distance has been holding him back for seven or eight days.

These past few days, aside from gathering purple energy, he has spent all his time imprinting Daoist script, trying to complete the final step.

As a result, it cannot be branded.

Fortunately, after this period of arduous practice, his mindset has become quite stable, preventing him from collapsing.

"It's just one last push away."

"It can be done easily!"

one day....

Three days....

Five days.....

That morning, after gathering more than twenty strands of purple energy, he habitually smoothed out the last bit of distance between the Daoist script and the Yin spirit.

As a result, when the last Daoist scription approached the Yin Spirit, it merged into it quite smoothly.

Wang Quan was completely unaware at the time, and subconsciously still wanted to control the Dao Wen.

As a result, they discovered that Daowen was gone.

"What happened?"

He was suspicious.

But in the next breath, he realized that the last Dao inscription had finally been imprinted into his Yin Spirit.

At this moment, his [Yang Nerve] had reached 10,001 Dao characters.

At this moment, he saw the black and gold patterns on the Yin spirit expand and cover his entire body.

At this moment, the desire for the Yin spirit to transform disappeared.

However, he could clearly sense that as long as he sent the Yin Spirit to the Second World and reflected the Daoist scripture of the 10,001st Yin Scripture, he could complete his final transformation.

At this moment, without any hesitation, he released all the materials that protected the Yin God and a large number of paper maids to protect himself.

Its true form sits atop the seventy-two trails of smoke and dust, sheltered by the smoke and dust.

With everything prepared, the Yin Spirit pushed open the inner realm gate and entered the second layer of the world.

The moment Wang Quan's Yin spirit entered the second layer of the world, he sensed some mysterious changes occurring within the Yin spirit.

Golden light emanated from his body.

Its light shines like the sun.

At the same moment, he had a sudden realization: the Yin spirit was perfect and flawless, and could now undergo transformation at any time.

However, he did not transform immediately, but instead looked around.

This was his first time entering the second layer of the world during the day, and he wanted to see what the world was like during the day.

A pale red sun hung in the sky.

Under the sunlight, there was no darkness; the sky was a hazy red, as if it were an overcast day.

What catches the eye:

The coffin dormitory area, the scripture pavilion, and the dormitory building all emitted a milky white light, and their shapes were exactly the same as those of buildings in the modern world.

Other buildings are filled with various twisted limbs:

For example:

A layer of white light enveloped the main entrance and the left wall of the cafeteria.

However, in other directions, twisted tentacles, strange limbs, and even large trees composed of human heads and skeletons grew.

At the very top of the cafeteria, there was a head with disheveled hair.

The hair on this head hangs down like hundreds of venomous snakes, writhing wantonly.

Its head roared at the sky, emitting a shrill howl that Wang Quan found grating.

The other buildings were also distorted and abnormal, resembling various strange corpses, monsters, and other objects forcibly pieced together.

Wang Quan's gaze passed over the lower courtyard and looked towards the market area.

The vast market town was filled with buildings, and from there came a constant stream of shrill screams.

He even saw giants tens of feet tall walking.

Giants walk, and twisted houses collapse.

However, after the giant left, the houses were restored to their original state.

There were also some twisted monsters fighting and devouring each other in the sky above the market.

The losers fell down and saw a bunch of houses sprout legs and feet, and they ran over to snatch and share the food.

These houses would even sprout arms, pull out roof beams to use as spears, and lift their doors to use as shields, and fight each other.

The scene was truly vibrant and bustling.

Just as he was engrossed in watching, a familiar voice rang out: "You must be the newly born Yang God!"

Wang Quan turned around and saw the cultivator he had first encountered.

"Fellow Daoist, it's me!"

Upon hearing Wang Quan's voice, the cultivator in his true form smiled and said, "Brother Daoist of the Scripture of Salvation?"

"Haha, I didn't expect you to have transformed so quickly!"

"Your Yang Spirit is of good quality!"

"The light was dazzling, illuminating an area of ​​over nine zhang nine feet; it was almost ten zhang!"

"Top-tier, absolutely the best of the best Yang Gods!"

"When I first transformed into a Yang God, the light of the Yang God could barely illuminate an area of ​​nine zhang."

"It seems your Yin Spirit foundation was truly formidable back then!"

"Brother Dao's future achievements will definitely surpass mine!"

Wang Quan remained silent. He wanted to say that he was still a Yin spirit and had not yet undergone a transformation.

However, what came out of his mouth was: "Fellow Daoist, I want to adjust my state tonight and come again tomorrow!"

"At that time, I will speed up the cleansing of this cafeteria's evil."

The cultivator in his original form laughed heartily: "Well, you've just transformed into a Yang God, you should get used to it."

"By the way, whatever you do, don't go to the market during the day!"

"The daytime in the second layer of the world is several times more dangerous than the nighttime."

"Especially in the market towns, where powerful evils abound."

"The evil of the Great Tomb General is as common as hairs on a cow in the market."

Wang Quan was taken aback: "Then, will they attack the Lower House?"

The cultivator in his true form smiled: "Yes!"

"If they attack the House of Commons, we'd better stay in a safe zone."

"These evil forces are not yet capable of destroying the safe zone!"

Wang Quan nodded in understanding.

The cultivator then told him many precautions for the second layer of the world during the day, roughly meaning that the second layer of the world during the day is very dangerous and it is best not to stray far from the safe zone.

Finally, he added, "Don't rush to select the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiends to fill the Yang God."

"Once we are fully familiar with the Yang Spirit and have determined our future foundation building direction, we can slowly make our choice."

Wang Quan nodded: "Thank you, fellow Daoist!"