Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone

This feeling...

It's back.

Wang Jixuan suddenly wanted to cry.

Previously, he was so weak, yet so real. Restarting cultivation from the beginning was hard enough, and yet, within such a short time, he even found the time to fall in love, experience the mortal world, and realized this was his third life. The second life, he didn't even know where it went...

Many distractions scattered from his mind in an instant.

Wang Jixuan seemed to return to Qingping Mountain in Wangxian Valley, ascending step by step onto the Immortal Crossing Platform, facing the vast and boundless awe of Heaven.

Compared to the awe of Heaven, why fear these clowns?

Why would he get angry over people who were about to die?

Wang Jixuan suddenly smiled.

At this moment, all eyes in this place were watching him. Wang Jixuan knew he only had thirty minutes; he still had to use this power to do more.

Thus, without any embellishment, without any particular technique, and without a single unnecessary word, he raised his hand and grabbed at the distance.

The elder wielding the black mist weapon only felt his vision blur, unable to tell if space was compressing backward or if he was flying forward, reaching Wang Jixuan in an instant and offering his neck to his hand.

The elder's eyes were wide in shock, his core circuit fully stimulated.

But;

Pop!

A crisp sound echoed, and the elder's lips quivered continuously.

Shattered!

His core circuit suddenly shattered!

Like a lightly pinched candy coating, it had no strength to speak of, and directly exploded inside him. The pain that pierced his soul made the elder want to scream miserably, but before he could utter a sound, his neck was crushed, and his soul was pulled out to hover in front of a pair of cold, indifferent eyes.

Soul Search.

Fragments of memory surged forth, stored deep in the heart and not looked at.

Wang Jixuan crushed the soul and looked around.

Suddenly, a spear came crashing down from above; Hei Yao had struck again, his face grim.

The spear seemed to be some sort of Divine weapon; at this moment, it expanded again, swelling instantly to several kilometers long, carrying with it the power of spatial locking.

However, without even looking, Wang Jixuan followed his rhythm, raised his sword finger, and sliced horizontally on both sides.

Two subtle waves of Sword Qi surged forth;

Four heads flew into the air.

After severing the heads, the subtle Sword Qi enlarged instantly, transforming into several hundred thousand meters long!

Wherever the Sword Qi passed, dust settled, dark clouds dissipated, and clarity was restored between Heaven and Earth.

The spear descended; Wang Jixuan lifted his gaze to Hei Yao, casually pointing a finger.

Above, Hei Yao's eyes were suddenly wide open, blood vessels popping, and without a word, he spat a mouthful of fresh blood and turned to flee.

Wang Jixuan shook his head with a smile.

That single point had touched the tip of the spear; the spear's speed inexplicably vanished;

Before this spear, Wang Jixuan's figure couldn't even be described as frail, only as a candle in the wind, mountain fire, dry grass, yet it stood unyielding.

Cracks started to spread outward, breaking open all over the spear, and as Master Wang gently pushed forward with his sword finger, it shattered into powder, collapsing downwards.

Blood splattered on the spear...

Master Wang made a slight click of his tongue, just a touch of demon blood, of little use.

So he casually refined it, to prevent harm to any remaining beings in this world.

Hei Yao had already escaped beyond the atmosphere.

Wang Jixuan swung a wave of Sword Qi, and his figure flickered and disappeared suddenly.

Qingping Demon Slaying Sword!

Thinking himself already safe, Hei Yao suddenly felt a chill in his chest, and from there, his body split in two, without pain, only helplessness, as Spiritual Energy rapidly dissipated within.

"Ah... ah ah..."

"Not laughing anymore?"

Wang Jixuan's voice suddenly echoed.

Hei Yao raised his head abruptly, seeing Wang Jixuan standing in the depths of space.

He stood with his hands behind his back, proud yet serene and detached.

Hei Yao's nostrils twitched continuously, suddenly grinning: "You've used up all your trump cards."

"Is this your Avatar?"

Wang Jixuan said with a smile, speaking softly:

"The core circuit within you seems somewhat unstable, like a large insole stuffed into a small shoe. I suppose this is a core circuit you plundered, used to create a Spirit Cultivator Avatar."

"However, your soul should be interconnected."

With that, Wang Jixuan raised his hand.

Blood rained down from Hei Yao's upper body, but a wisp of soul was captured by Wang Jixuan.

"Seems I have quite the talent for Cultivating Demons."

Mumbling so, Master Wang's fingers moved swiftly, and Hei Yao's wisp of soul was inscribed with dense talismans.

Wang Jixuan flicked his fingers, and Hei Yao's soul let out a heart-wrenching scream as the talismans ignited in Black Flame, his soul quickly refined into a talisman, which burned away in an instant.

A wisp of obscure rhythm shot into space, vanishing into thin air.

Accompanying that strange rhythm was Wang Jixuan's voice:

"I'll plant a Devil Seed within you, to endure a thousand-year heart-devouring torment. If you appear within a hundred thousand miles of me, I can destroy your soul."

Then, Wang Jixuan reached out, took the Soul Capturing Charm, and absorbed the memories of the few remaining fragments of soul into it.

He looked at Hei Yao's remains from top to bottom, took its core circuit and claimed his Inheritance Tablet.

There should be some good stuff in here.

Wang Jixuan calculated the time.

Now he was calm, neither sad nor happy, with no time to explain anything to Amina and Nierdamon.

During the previous fight, both of them had stepped forward, and although Nierdamon was a traditional Spirit Cultivator, a 'Slave Master' who enslaved normal humans, Wang Jixuan didn't care about it.

If a favor is owed, it should be repaid.

The Daoist's figure flickered twice, and Amina and Nierdamon were already taken away by him, trapped in two bubbles. They heard a mantra, closed their eyes, sat in meditation, and were led by Wang Jixuan toward the distant Blade Beast Tide.