Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone

Wang Jixuan's eyes gleamed.

If he could find this advanced civilization, wouldn't he find another path to ascend to the Immortal Realm? What is the relationship between this advanced civilization and the Immortal Realm?

The Daoist's mind was flooded with thoughts.

The previous disappointment and despair from twice failing to cross the Heavenly Tribulation were now greatly diminished with the emergence of a new dawn.

Adult Cultivators must learn to self-regulate.

As the Daoist was thinking, a golden comet surged to the edge of his Spiritual Sense.

Nierdamon's towering figure appeared in mid-air, steadily landing on the ground, his eyes seemingly ready to devour someone.

And the recording equipment on Nierdamon was working normally, transmitting the scenes here to Fu Jian and others.

"Hei Yao!"

Nierdamon's voice was full of anger, and he began with a sentence:

"It was you who orchestrated all of this!"

Hei Yao greeted with a smile: "My old friend, long time no see, come over and warm yourself by the fire, this flame is just as comforting as the Light Power on you."

Nierdamon suppressed his anger.

This burly man was also fearless because of his high skills; even though his current injured self was far from his peak power, he still hesitated not a bit and walked up to Hei Yao and the others, rejecting the bench Ye Zi tossed over and instead dragging a stone to sit on the ground.

Nierdamon looked at the black mist ahead, a hint of dread deep in his eyes.

He said in a deep voice: "What do you and your subordinates plan to do?"

"Subordinates? That's a harsh term. We are all partners," Hei Yao said in an exaggerated tone, "We are family!"

"Your tone makes me feel sick!"

"Then I'll be a bit more normal."

Hei Yao's voice immediately returned to calm.

He continued warming his hands, though the surrounding temperature was not low, and Spirit Cultivators would not fear such cold.

Hei Yao's deep eyes reflected the dancing flames.

He muttered to himself:

"I know you are dying to skin me alive, but you can't do it. I might not be skilled in combat, but I have many technologies you don't have... Many years ago, you treated me as a madman, thought I was not doing my job properly, not an elegant Spirit Cultivator.

"You know why the Spirit Cultivation Civilization ostracized me?

"Because on the three planets I managed, I let low-level civilizations implement democracy and self-governance.

"Those were my happiest days, watching them strive tirelessly for a better life, creating a splendid culture with ample material guarantees.

"Then, the War God Council Court and your Bright Wings Council Court withdrew my managerial rights under the pretext of my deviation from the orthodox ways, and right before me, plunged the three planets, with whom I had lived for millennia, into the flames of war, inciting their desires and arranging ambitious men to vie for supremacy.

"Yes, it soon became a scene you liked: three large-scale slave societies.

"Each individual offering everything to please the great Gods, you sought figures whose appearance and character stimulated you a bit, then indulged, toyed, and destroyed them. You acted like herding cattle and sheep, then R * P * D them. I only make this analogy, each individual should be equal... It was quite disgusting to watch, you know? Nierdamon, it was very disgusting, disgusting!"

Hei Yao's face was full of disdain and disgust.

Nierdamon frowned deeply.

Nierdamon said: "Then, is the Blade Beast your revenge?"

"I'm not avenging for that matter."

Hei Yao gently shook his head:

"Later, I pondered for three centuries, and came to understand why you so-called traditional aristocratic Spirit Cultivators acted that way then.

"You are afraid of change.

"Yes, when society develops to a certain extent, with the accumulation of problems and contradictions, the whole society becomes distorted to some degree, and change is needed.

"Either self-revolution or revolution driven by external forces, and the latter comes with violence; the former could be gentler.

"Hmm... Do you know what I was doing from thirteen thousand years ago to eleven thousand years ago?

Nierdamon slowly shook his head.

"Look," Hei Yao laughed, it was a bitter laugh.

He spoke quickly: "At that time, I was giving my all, trying to form a party, to have a voice in the Council Court Assembly... You must have seen it, the seven or eight people sitting in protest on the ground in front of the Mother Star Council Court Hall."

Nierdamon nodded: "Have some impression."

"I was among them back then, it was the embryonic form of my organization."

Hei Yao clicked his tongue:

"Then I was wanted, caught by the War God Council Court, imprisoned for about two thousand years. By the time I got out, those with me back then had been corrupted and fallen, becoming one of you.

"It was like I was abandoned by my civilization."

Hei Yao's eyes narrowed slightly: "Or rather, the me who yearned for progress abandoned you."

Nierdamon was momentarily speechless.

Hei Yao continued:

"Later, I started pursuing Ancient Civilizations incessantly, like a scholar, gradually making discoveries over the millennia, finding traces of dozens of Ancient Civilizations.

"I became obsessed with researching them, I discovered the rules of historical operation, and knew that using the summarized historical views to frame the ever-changing Present World is a mistaken discourse.

"But I found that the development of social ideology has patterns to follow.

"Ultimately, it comes down to the differing balance between selfishness and dedication among individuals; an individual's cognitive level and moral baseline determine the upper limit of social ideology.

"Along the way, I also obtained some technologies.

"I started to understand what desire is, and then... step by step I reached where I am today."

Hei Yao spread his arms out, as if to welcome cheers from all around.

Sadly, only two sighs were heard in the surroundings.

An elder sighed: "The leader has suffered greatly all these years, but our ideal is about to be realized."

"Ideal?" Nierdamon's voice suddenly raised, "The ideal is to destroy one's civilization?"

Hei Yao corrected: "Rationally, and rightly destroy one's civilization."

"You!"

"Don't be angry, mighty Angel Leader of the Bright Council Court."

Hei Yao chuckled and said:

"The Spirit Cultivation Civilization itself is distorted, inheriting ultimate technologies from the Yina Civilization, with only a few hundred individuals, seriously reliant on Core Circuits.

"After taking revenge on Yina Civilization's foes, we actually lost our purpose.

"Everyone couldn't find direction, so the rule began.

"Countless individuals without Core Circuits were enslaved, bullied, and destroyed by us; we've become the tumor, the cancer of this Star Domain.

"But there are no strong enemies left in this Star Domain, we keep creating spirit slave armies using spirit slave technology, conquering most civilizations, with only several remote galaxy civilizations barely surviving.

"Currently, the Blade Beast's destructiveness is indeed powerful, but once resolved, you'll see a torn-apart world, yet no longer with Spirit Cultivators.

"The Blade Beast's insistence on destroying Core Circuits is not just their resistance against Spirit Cultivators; to be honest, their hatred towards Spirit Cultivation Civilization isn't as intense as other civilizations.

"It's all a program I set up for them."

Hei Yao lightly raised an eyebrow as though waiting for Nierdamon to praise him.

Unfortunately, Nierdamon just kept a cold face.

Hei Yao smacked his lips: "Alright, is there anything else you want to ask now? It's been a long time since I poured my heart out. I don't expect you to understand me, after all, for the sake of ideals, my hands have been stained with blood... I've become the kind of person I despise the most."

He plunged his hands into the flames, the burning sensation forcing him back to reality.

Hei Yao withdrew his hands, continued warming by the fire, smiling, asked: "Can you represent the human faction here? Rigid Nierdamon."

Nierdamon clenched his fists tightly.

The elder looked over with a smile.

Just as Nierdamon wanted to punch, suddenly a light chuckle came from the side.

"This guy is somewhat interesting."

A phantom walked out through the night.

Ye Zi, who had been meek and submissive all this time, suddenly stood up excitedly and shouted:

"Big brother!"