In the end of the world, I become an immortal alone

It really was… effortless.

Wang Daoshi's Otherworld Puppet, wielding its greatsword, stood before the dozen or so corpses, a black dragon darting around, devouring the fragments of primordial spirits.

The black dragon seemed to say: 'Nourishment, the more the better.'

The Otherworld Puppet's strength continued to recover, and the Dragon-Python Otherworld seemed on the verge of advancing.

However, limited by his own primordial spirit's lack of ascension, the Otherworld Puppet's advancement was once again interrupted, much to Wang Daoshi's frustration.

He also wanted to ascend to immortality in a grand and open manner.

But even if he wanted to ascend, the Heavenly Dao would undoubtedly create obstacles.

Wang Jixuan flicked his fingertip, extinguishing the last few phantoms before him.

Just like the Dark Cultists he had captured on Earth, the memories of these loose immortal Dark Cultists were unreadable, sealed with a trace of Heavenly Dao power.

However, Wang Daoshi had not gained nothing.

Just now, as one loose immortal was dying, Wang Jixuan had scared him slightly, and the other party had revealed everything they knew.

This group of Dark Cultists was here to do the dirty work.

The so-called 'dirty work' was a task issued by the Heavenly Dao Tablet of the Dark Cult.

As for why they were doing this, why they had to slaughter cultivators of a realm, the Heavenly Dao Tablet gave them no explanation.

Wang Jixuan had specifically asked about their specific mission objective.

The loose immortal had said that the task issued by the Heavenly Dao Tablet was to destroy all inheritances of the Dao, exterminate all sect cultivators and loose cultivators above the Golden Core realm, while the fate of mortals and commoners in this realm was of little concern.

Wang Daoshi couldn't help but speculate.

Was it because the Heavenly Dao wanted to hunt him down in the 'present world' that it was destroying this realm tens of thousands of years in advance?

This possibility was almost negligible.

If he hadn't intervened, this realm would have already been destroyed, and Hopeful Immortal Valley would have swiftly turned into scorched earth.

'In other words, six hundred years after my tribulation failure, my sect had already been wiped out by the Heavenly Dao, and my Sect Leader Martial Uncle and the others had long since turned to ashes.'

'This is most likely not because of me, but a large-scale, ordinary mission arranged by the Heavenly Dao.'

'The Dark Cult, Tianluo, are merely the Heavenly Dao's right and left hands…'

Wang Jixuan suddenly recalled his meeting with the Heavenly Dao.

Looking back now, Wang Jixuan only felt somewhat ridiculous, being so polite and respectful to the culprit who had destroyed his sect…

"Boss, your condition doesn't seem very stable."

Peony's gentle voice rang out:

"We suggest you return to base first. We're wrapping things up, and Dark Cult reinforcements could arrive at any time."

"Mm."

Wang Jixuan sheathed his longsword, thought for a moment, and still threw a punch, a ball of black fire blooming from his fist, engulfing all the corpses.

The Otherworld turned and left, flying out of the formation, still facing the miserable red light filling the sky, and the countless mechanical legions like dark clouds.

Wang Jixuan didn't care about these, rushing towards the nearest white jade stone door, the terrifying three-headed body rushing back to the First Base.

This seemed to become a signal.

The mechanical legions everywhere began to regroup, efficiently, quickly, without the slightest confusion, entering the doors from which they had flown.

In just five minutes, the doors suspended in the air were dismantled, carried away, and transported to the sub-spatial doors that were still opening on the ground.

Finally, a small group of mechanical bodies escorted the last three teleportation door components, waiting for the fat immortal Mao Mo to descend from the sky; Mao Mo waved his hand, and these mechanical bodies and the components of the three doors were taken into the storage treasures in his sleeves.

The mechanical legions that had just filled hundreds of miles of heaven and earth had now disappeared without a trace.

Mao Mo didn't stay long, turning to look at the righteous cultivators who were peering over here.

The remaining demonic cultivators had scattered and fled, completely losing the arrogance they had before the war.

Mao Mo raised his hand and waved, his body turning into a stream of light, escaping towards the outer sky.

He turned and left, without leaving a trace of clouds.

Behind the clouds.

Daoist Taiye stood with seven or eight righteous Mahayana experts, their expressions incomparably complex, each not knowing what to say.

Six figures fell together from the air, the six Tianluo loose immortals.

"Fellow Daoists, let's clean up the battlefield first and return to the valley to discuss."

The Taoists each agreed.

They were all in a heavy mood, having never felt so confused in all their years of cultivation.

Daoist Taiye suddenly thought of something, turning his head to look around, his spiritual sense searching everywhere.

The petite woman with many tricks was nowhere to be seen, and it was unknown when she had left.

"Sect Leader Tai!"

A loose immortal from Tianluo, maintaining a middle-aged appearance, stepped forward and frowned:

"These… these strange soldiers, where did they come from?"

Daoist Taiye spread his hands: "This poor Daoist doesn't know. Weren't these immortal soldiers brought by you seniors?"

The loose immortal was speechless, turning to look at the thousands of pit holes left on the ground, the pit holes neatly arranged, as if proclaiming something.

… …

Inside the First Base.

Wang Jixuan looked at the members of the small team who had returned safely, and his heart, which had been hanging, finally came down.

He told everyone to rest temporarily, and then left the spire and throne, and went to the command center to find Peony, who was counting their own losses.

"What are the losses like?"

"A drop in the bucket," Peony said with a smile, "We wiped out a group of Dark Cult elite combat forces outside the Immortal Realm, and finally completed a little bit of revenge."

Wang Jixuan sat in the boss's chair next to him: "Have you observed any changes in space-time?"

"Not yet."

Peony thought carefully:

"However, from the moment we took action, cause and effect and the Great Dao of Time were impacted.

"The six hundred and twenty-four nuclear bombs we detonated this time, the shock waves that bloomed from them blasted open the heaven and earth fetal membranes here, and the Heavenly Dao directly intervened, repairing this world, and this microcosm lost a large amount of gas and spiritual energy.

"Logically speaking, this impact has been large enough, and the present world should have suffered some impact.

"I don't know if Senior White Bone has gained anything on his side."

Wang Jixuan leaned back in his chair, gently rubbing his forehead: "Will the Dark Cult continue to send people over?"

"One hundred percent."

"Why is it one hundred percent?"

"The power of correction of time and cause and effect," Peony pushed up her non-existent glasses, "From the moment we pierced through this world, the Heavenly Dao has been watching us. I sensed a very vague force of consciousness, it is observing us. A complete Heavenly Dao must have the ability to perceive time, and it must already be clear about the path we came from."

"And then?" Wang Jixuan spread his hands, "Then can we only sit and wait for the Heavenly Dao to take action now? Is there any way we can take the initiative to hit him?"

"This is very difficult."

Senior White Bone's lazy voice came from the corner: "Wonderful shock waves, cracks have appeared in the Great Dao of Time, hahahaha, this is very interesting."

Wang Daoshi hurriedly got up.

In the corner, the White Bone only had a ball of phantom, and at this moment, he strolled over with his hands behind his back, constantly sighing.

This senior seemed to have had his fill.

Wang Jixuan was a little depressed: "Senior, may I ask if there is any way to protect my sect?"

"Sect? Hopeful Immortal Valley?"

White Bone clearly didn't have any expression, but he could clearly convey his emotions.

It laughed: "Don't think too much. In the normal course of time, Hopeful Immortal Valley has already been slaughtered at this moment, this microcosm with good development has completely ended, and some Dark Cultists have killed red-eyed, casually destroying several mortal dynasties here, causing hundreds of millions of people to die tragically."

Wang Jixuan: … …

A mechanical body pushed over a new chair.

White Bone's phantom sat down with a chuckle, and praised: "I watched this battle, and the strength you showed is very good. You only need a little time to give you the power to change the Immortal Realm."

"Are we leaving?" Wang Jixuan asked with a frown.

"Don't worry, it's just the beginning now."

White Bone said slowly:

"This world is now a bell, and you are the pillar that strikes the bell.

"Now, the sound you have struck has stirred up layers of waves in the entire Sea of ​​Laws, and pairs of eyes are watching you, across the years, some from the end of the long river of time, and some in other universes.

"Very magical.

"I personally hope that you can hit this bell a few more times, so that more shock waves can rage in the long river of time."

Wang Jixuan had a headache.

He felt that Senior White Bone was crazy in some sense.

And now, he had to rely on the power of this senior, otherwise he would not be able to return to the present world.

"Simply put, cough," Senior White Bone seemed to realize his gaffe, and said seriously, "The degree of chaos is not enough, I am not confident enough to drag you into the Immortal Realm."

"You should have said that earlier."

Wang Jixuan smiled reluctantly.

He sighed, slumped in the chair, like a salted fish who had lost all strength and means.

Senior White Bone seemed to know what he was thinking, and said slowly: "You can think about it in another way, it is precisely because of your efforts this time that the people of your master's sect have lived a little longer, isn't that good?"

"Yes, it's better than dying today."

"Senior," Peony asked softly, "Can we take a sect away? We can open a second base."

"It's possible, they are already dead people on the timeline in the present world, just like Mao Mo, taking them away won't cause too much trouble."

White Bone's words were a bit harsh:

"But you have to be clear about one thing, what is their role?

"Even if they live for another thousand, ten thousand, or one hundred thousand years, they are just some cultivators. This world is not short of such cultivators."

"Letting them be buried in the era that belongs to them is, in fact, the greatest kindness to them."

Wang Ji Xuan closed his eyes and remained silent.

Peony crossed her arms and pondered with her head lowered.

Bai Gu laughed and said, "Alright, I knew I shouldn't have come to tell you all this. Continue preparing for battle. The Heavenly Dao loves using the 'add fuel to the fire' tactic. We need to make an even bigger commotion."

"Yes, rest assured, Senior."

"Go ahead and do it. Don't leave yourself with too many regrets."

Bai Gu's illusory figure slowly dissipated, leaving behind only a soft sigh:

"Although everyone, when looking back, mostly sees regrets on the road they've traveled, what can an old man say to a young person?

"Only one sentence: Don't leave regrets behind."

"Don't leave regrets behind."

Wang Ji Xuan chewed on these four words and shrugged as if he didn't care.

"Peony, arrange for me to return to Wangxian Valley once the situation outside stabilizes."

"Yes... Actually, now is the best opportunity."

"Hmm?"

Wang Daochang looked at Peony. Peony pointed at Wang Ji Xuan.

"Isn't your main body Murong Zheng Yi's martial uncle? He should have some suspicions now. You can just appear directly and find him. They have all returned to the Wangxian Valley's mountain gate and activated the Mountain Protection Formation."

"You've reminded me."

Wang Ji Xuan chuckled:

"This grand-nephew of mine can be considered as not having been saved in vain."

...

Murong Zheng Yi was healing his female bodyguards.

The two of them participated in the frontal battle, engaging in a not-so-intense fight with the Demonic Path cultivators—mainly throwing two magic treasures from a distance.

However, because they were too close to the battle between experts, their primordial spirits were injured by the surging demonic energy.

The location of the three of them was inside Wangxian Valley, just outside a small courtyard, with hundreds of cultivators nearby, some meditating and some chatting.

"Zheng Yi!"

Several young people ran over from a distance.

Their cultivation levels were not as high as Murong Zheng Yi's, and they had fled relatively quickly during the previous battle. Most of them were now intact.

However, the two scions of influential families, whose cultivation levels were higher than Murong Zheng Yi's, went to the front to provide support, resulting in one death and one serious injury. The seriously injured one had already been taken away by experts from his family.

"Elixir! We begged for it from the Wangxian Valley seniors!"

"Quick, give it to them!"

"Thank you," Murong Zheng Yi cupped his fist in thanks, poured out the elixir, smelled it, and gave it to the two female bodyguards to swallow.

He looked up and asked, "What's the news?"

"Everyone is saying different things, and I don't trust any of it."

"Goodness, at that time, dozens of large doors opened together from the sky and the ground, and at least millions of puppets flew out, right?"

"Puppets?" Murong Zheng Yi was a little strange.

"Yes, haven't you seen it yet?"

A scion of an influential family took out a treasure pearl, opened it, and a blurry picture appeared on it.

You could roughly see the appearance of several mechanical bodies speeding across the earth.

"This is all blurred!"

"Everyone has recorded it many times. It's good enough to find a blurry one. It's better than what those seniors drew."

Murong Zheng Yi smiled wryly: "I don't know where these puppets came from. There are so many of them, and there are also those, those magic treasures with great power."

"Yes, it is said that the continuous explosion was comparable to the full blow of a Heavenly Immortal expert from the Immortal Realm."

"That's impossible, isn't it? Wouldn't a Heavenly Immortal's attack shatter this world?"

"I don't understand. How would we know about the Immortal Realm."

"Hey, what's going on with the Tianluo and the Dark Sect?"

"I know, I know..."

Several people discussed noisily.

Murong Zheng Yi listened for a few sentences and lost interest, protecting his two female bodyguards.

He vaguely felt that his 'martial uncle' seemed to have an inexplicable connection to today's events.

It was just that he had no evidence, just some intuition.

"Oh? You're both injured?"

Wang Ji Xuan's voice suddenly came from the side.

Murong Zheng Yi looked up and couldn't help but smile, cupping his fist and saying: "Martial Uncle! You're back?"

"Yes," Wang Daochang put his hands in his sleeves and turned around as if nothing had happened, "The Demonic Sect came fiercely, so I went to avoid the sharp edge. I didn't expect to witness such a great battle. Wonderful."

Murong Zheng Yi was a little embarrassed.

How could anyone describe fleeing from battle so freshly and refinedly...

He quickly said: "The valley is currently in chaos. Would Martial Uncle like to go to the main hall? It is said that there are Loose Immortals sent by the Tianluo organization there, discussing how to resist the subsequent offensive of the Dark Sect."

"I'll pass. I just came to take a look."

Wang Ji Xuan smiled and was about to sit on the wall of the courtyard.

Before he could jump up, just as he took out a cattail hassock, an old and hoarse voice, with some trembling and undisguised excitement, entered his ears.

"Ji Xuan?"