Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone

Morning, near Museum No. 76, Lakefront Villa.

This small lake is transformed from a nuclear bomb crater, surrounded by dense greenery, with several manor-style standalone villas scattered around.

Wang Jixuan arrived at this villa yesterday, and it's been more than a dozen hours now.

He lay sideways on the bed, supporting his temple with his left hand, while his right hand slowly slid over the perfect and mature body in front of him, threading a strand of Spiritual Energy into her body, nourishing every cell of her being.

After a long separation, there was no awkwardness between the two; meeting was like two blazing flames, akin to a burst of Heavenly Thunder setting the ground on fire.

The moment Master Wang saw Lingtong again, he suddenly understood what a love tribulation was.

It's a transformation from lust to love.

Over the past dozen hours, he had been thinking that if he could be buried with her, it would be another life without regrets.

However, now that passion has receded, his obsession still dominates.

Lingtong has already fallen into a deep sleep.

Wang Jixuan gazed at the scattered military uniform beside the bed, and the 'Follow-up Floating Ball' facing the wall in the corner, slightly lost in thought.

For the next three months, as long as there's no major battle on the frontline, Lingtong will accompany him.

Lingtong promised to quickly transfer military affairs to her successor, retreat from the frontline, and spend quality time with him.

In the days Wang Jixuan was not around, she persisted intensely.

She persisted in contributing to humanity;

She persisted in med-aesthetically, meditating, continually absorbing Spiritual Energy to ensure her youth wouldn't fade easily;

She persisted in not responding to other excellent men who expressed admiration.

She was waiting;

In her heart, Wang Jixuan's contributions to humanity are worth her lifetime wait.

Lingtong also bears a certain worry, fearing that the Spiritual Energy within her might fade, her youth might dissipate...

Yet most of the time, she had no space to ponder these matters.

Fighting, war, expedition.

Her footsteps had reached a considerable portion of this Star Domain, experiencing countless battles, and her mechanical arm had undergone numerous upgrades.

"Mm..."

Lingtong seemed to awaken from sleep, instinctively grabbing backward, holding onto Wang Jixuan's arm, and then gently sighed.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Jixuan called softly.

"Worried it was a dream," she whispered hoarsely, tears trickling from the corners of her eyes.

Wang Jixuan leaned forward, hugging her from behind.

Without many words, they simply needed to cherish this moment of warmth.

"I'll take you wherever I go later."

"That's not necessary," Lingtong turned around, gazing vacantly at Wang Jixuan, softly asking, "How long can I live?"

"Now, you've been nourished by me with Spiritual Energy to Half Foundation Establishment, able to lively last a hundred years."

Master Wang looked into her eyes:

"By the way, I'll refine some elixirs for you, making your youth eternal, forever maintaining this youthful yet mature state.

"Of course, if you wish to enjoy the passage of time, growing old gracefully, I have no objections."

Lingtong chuckled: "Would you like an old lady with a wrinkled face?"

Master Wang replied earnestly: "Mentally, yes; physically, perhaps not necessarily."

"I don't want to be just your spiritual partner," Lingtong yawned, "I'll rest for a moment... don't worry about the frontline battles, we're at a stalemate now."

The Daoist agreed with a smile, continuing his previous task.

Helping her skin become more delicate and tight, thus slightly compensating for the guilt in his heart.

Wang Jixuan began to plan every step for the subsequent matters in his mind.

The best cultivation environment is Cloud City.

Once he finishes dealing with the enemies, Lingtong will naturally not need to run around anymore.

Later, he'll still need to visit Lao Fu;

Wang Jixuan could sense that, although Lao Fu was reduced to just a brain aiding a fleet as a command system, during real major events and crises, Lingtong and the others would still heed Lao Fu's opinions.

Speaking of, Lao Fu's consciousness is resilient enough.

He himself is neither a Cultivator nor a Spirit Cultivator, yet he endured with the foundation of an ordinary person to this day.

Perhaps a tragic route suits Lao Fu better.

Ding ding.

The communicator placed by Wang Jixuan's pillow suddenly lit up.

He picked it up, glanced at it, carefully observed the already asleep Lingtong, snuck out of bed, found a pair of trousers and a short-sleeved shirt from the wardrobe, simply tied his hairpin hair, and slipped out of the main bedroom.

A few familiar figures were already waiting for him at the corridor end.

More human-like Mu Dan;

The Red Snake, already refined the Crystal Core into a Demon Core, boasting considerable strength;

Wu Man, who has grown into a youthful figure and is now at the pinnacle state as a Spirit Cultivator;

And, uh...

"Sister, who are you?" Wang Jixuan frowned and asked.

The fellow with spiky hair, smoky makeup, and body adorned with studs wherever visible, at this moment flipping her eyes resentfully...

"Old, Zheng?"

"Wang—"

"Wow!"

Wang Jixuan couldn't help but kick, Zheng Shiduo yelped as his body crashed through the glass and flew out, emitting a wailing sound.

"You demon! Change into formal attire and come back!"

Master Wang muttered a few curses, then regained composure and nodded smilingly to the crowd.

"Let's go find a place for a good chat, Wu Man has grown into an adult, Red Snake looks even prettier."

Red Snake blinked: "Teacher, my husband's died."

"When did that happen?"

"Killed in battle," Red Snake sniffled, "Now I feel empty and lonely every day, Sir, catch a few Spirit Cultivator men for me to spoil in the future!"