Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone

Wang Jixuan originally thought that sealing his Primordial Spirit would relieve him of most of the pain;

but he underestimated this backlash.

The agony that seemed to tear apart his Primordial Spirit made it impossible for him to remain calm;

the constant cries and screams in his ears only intensified the pain.

In comparison, the pain of his shattered bones and meridians seemed almost insignificant.

There was no good solution now, he could only grit his teeth and endure.

If he couldn't withstand it, his Primordial Spirit would be obliterated;

but if he endured, his will would become even more resilient.

Wang Jixuan's consciousness quickly entered a flickering state, and the only light guiding his spirit was the words "immortal ascension."

He had already withstood the Heavenly Tribulation.

In his second life, he had endured the Heavenly Punishment;

it was only at the brink of entering the Immortal Gate that an accident occurred.

This life, he must make it through!

No matter what great powers or divine skills tried to impede him, he would defy their prohibitions against immortality! The cultivation of spiritual endurance for longevity goes against Heaven, but he would join the ranks of the Immortal Realm and become that free-spirited immortal!

Wang Jixuan's body, suspended in the center of the hall, emitted a layer of shock wave.

The elderly man sitting on the cushion sighed lightly at this sight.

He marveled at Wang Jixuan's resilience, his indomitable spirit, and all emotions converged into one sentence:

"As expected of me."

The old man stretched lazily, the cushion beneath him extended into a soft pad, and he lounged leisurely, raising his hand with a light touch, and the nearby wall opened by itself, allowing several slender, Ni Chang skirt-wearing young 'women' to walk gracefully in.

Simply some perfectly humanoid puppets.

They brought wine and danced elegantly, and the corners of the old man's mouth curved in his spiritual body's state.

Though he couldn't reach the Immortal Realm, the pleasures in this second life were second to none.

The grand hall seemed caught in a dichotomy of ice and fire.

Wang Jixuan was in endless torment, unable to see the limits of his body and soul's suffering, unaware of how long he could endure;

the second life was full of revelry, even feeling Wang Jixuan was an eyesore, he had screens set up around him.

The sun and moon rose and fell, spring passed and autumn came.

Wang Jixuan endured his first wave of suffering for half a year.

His body and bones began to slowly reshape, a process of an indeterminate duration.

The second life showed no intention of easily letting Master Wang pass the test.

The old man coordinated drones and Bronze Puppets, opened the warehouse, transported materials, and began restructuring the perfect Dao Body for Wang Jixuan.

"Wang Jixuan, oh Wang Jixuan, to become immortal, aside from having an unwavering Dao Heart, an unfaltering belief, a forward-driving momentum, one must be perfectly prepared."

"As your past life, all I can do is help forge for you the unrivaled Tao Foundation, terrifyingly powerful and ghost-frightening twelve lotus platforms."

"And that hand that obliterated me, if you someday ascend to the Immortal Realm, stepping into the realm of eternity, you must seek him out for retribution."

"What mine and yours, aren't you just me? Alas, this memory of mine is too indulgent, best if you remain unaware, a straightforward Daoist couple, truly quite nice."

"At least my back doesn't hurt."

The old man muttered incessantly in the grand hall, "add some material here," "add some more."

It's not for lack of effort on our part;

truly, the enemy is just too formidable.

Remodeling a perfect Dao Body, still following the plans of the second life for perfection beyond the base is certainly no easy feat.

Fortunately, with the spiritual energy from Cloud City, Wang Jixuan had another chance to break and then rebuild, making this a realizable endeavor.

Even, during daily enjoyments, the old man imagined new possibilities.

By the second year, Wang Jixuan's Primordial Spirit had stabilized, and although the pain hadn't diminished, his life was no longer at risk.

No need to worry he wouldn't withstand the tribulation before him.

In the hall, cultivation made time irrelevant.

Outside Cloud City, a few figures moved about continuously.

Nierdamon, donned in golden armor, visited once, only to be dissuaded by a sign held by the Bronze Puppets outside the gate.

The sign read [Healing in progress, do not disturb].

Amina arrived almost every few months, sometimes bringing Xiao Huating, Wu Man, Red Snake, Zheng Shiduo along.

Unfortunately, she too could no longer enter Cloud City.

Her privileges had been revoked, and each time she arrived, the Bronze Puppets outside would flip over the sign they held.

The sign would now read [All is well, no need to worry].

A year and a half after Wang Jixuan burned his Mahayana Soul, Amina returned to the gates of Cloud City with unshakable worry in her eyes.

A Bronze Puppet lifted its sign.

Amina said, "He Ruli, can I see Wang Zheng? The Blade Beasts have opened the interstellar gate, they're over on Mars, I'll protect this place for Wang Zheng, but I may not be able to hold them off, even though Wang Zheng has given me much strength..."

After waiting a few minutes,

Amina sighed softly, about to leave.

The sign held by the Bronze Puppet dropped, turned, and gestured her to enter.

The perpetually closed large array opened a gap.

Amina was momentarily stunned, then quickly darted inside, flying towards the empty, vast yet deathly silent city center.

Then she received a profound shock.

In the grand hall, four screens surrounded Master Wang's robust form.

His muscles were well-defined and not at all exaggerated, although his hair was slightly long, his clean-shaven and handsome face didn't seem the least bit slovenly.

Amina instinctively stared for a few seconds, then immediately averted her gaze, forcing herself to look toward the center of the grand hall.