Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone

An autonomous mechanoid entered carrying a tray, followed by two middle-aged women dressed as secretaries.

They were Xiao Huating's agents and also diplomatic staff of the Earth Government, holding quite high positions.

Xiao Huating was now their diplomatic weapon.

"Haven't you rested yet?"

"It will take another four to five hours to return to Earth."

"We know you're anxious, but we're sorry, we can only let you finish this performance. The people of Mouton Star are really looking forward to this concert."

Gao Huating nodded gently: "It's okay, knowing he's there is enough, there's no rush right now."

"Come and have something to eat."

"Alright."

Gao Huating turned and walked towards the bathroom.

Before long, she took off her battle robe, wiped off the heavy makeup, and changed into a well-fitting, elegant long dress, her entire demeanor became graceful and gentle.

She chatted intermittently with her agents while taking small bites of the not-so-delicious space food.

When an agent brought out the recently released news about the Black Storm, Gao Huating got interested and took the communicator to carefully look at the projection it displayed.

[The Black Storm will not appear on the front-line battlefield.]

Upon seeing this headline, Gao Huating let out a slight sigh of relief.

It's good that he won't be on the battlefield.

An agent jokingly asked, "Are you very familiar with the great Black Storm?"

"He's my teacher, and also my spiritual mentor," Gao Huating responded softly, a trace of loss that couldn't be hidden in her eyes. "I've never been of any help to him, always the one being helped. If I could, I would give everything for him."

The agent's eyes sparkled with gossip.

"The news says the Iron God already rushed back for a reunion."

"Yes," Gao Huating smiled and said, "General Ling Tong is his beloved, so it's right for him to be the first to return, and General Ling Tong has dedicated her youth to humanity, must cherish the time."

The agent continued muttering, "You don't have any bad emotions about it?"

Gao Huating looked up at the person beside her.

The agent quickly shut up and winked at Gao Huating.

"If there's any emotion, it might just be envy."

Gao Huating spoke calmly, then continued to elegantly eat her meal.

After a few minutes, she added somewhat gloomily: "I can only bring trouble to him."

"How is that possible! You... what is that!"

The agent suddenly stood up in shock, staring at the porthole.

Gao Huating looked over somewhat puzzled.

Outside the porthole, a figure of a woman wearing a cloak and tight leather armor was flying forward with her arms crossed.

In the near absolute zero environment of space, she remained composed, breathing steadily, the posture of her arms expressing arrogance and disdain.

"There's one here too!"

Another agent shouted, pointing to the other side's porthole.

Gao Huating looked around and found a total of four figures outside the spaceship, all in the same style of leather armor and cloaks, each with an indifferent expression.

Someone suddenly looked over.

Ping!

The specialized pressurized glass of the porthole instantly shattered!

...

Wang Jixuan actually no longer needed sleep.

But to accompany Ling Tong, he took a nap as well, feeling greatly refreshed afterward, his entire energy flowing livelier.

Such are the benefits of adequate rest.

When he woke up, Ling Tong had already come back from finding food, changed into a soft long dress, with a floating ball beside projecting a thick stack of documents.

"Isn't this supposed to be a vacation?" Wang Jixuan said displeasedly.

Ling Tong gave a charming smile, sitting on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, began looking through and correcting the projected documents.

She sighed and answered: "I only work for a few hours each day, handling matters that must pass through me. This is my form of vacation... transfer of power always takes some time."

"Alright then," Wang Jixuan stretched lazily and got up, lying directly in Ling Tong's arms.

Soft and tender, beyond description.

Ling Tong didn't mind Wang Jixuan seeing these confidential documents.

After all, the so-called confidentiality levels were far less than that of Wang Jixuan's whereabouts.

Wang Jixuan asked: "There seems to be a group of mysterious experts looking for me, do you know about this?"

"Yes," Ling Tong nodded slightly, "I figured Mu Dan and the others would report it to you, so I didn't let such matters disturb the atmosphere between us."

Wang Jixuan asked with a smile: "Do you have any other clues or guesses?"

"Some."

Lingtong put down the document, her fingers stroking Wang Jixuan's cheek, her gaze carrying a hint of contemplation.

She asked: "Do you remember Wan Linqian from Spiritual Ability City?"

"A bit," Wang Jixuan nodded.

The Daoist remembered that extraordinary man who insisted on being reborn as a woman, Li Weiqi.

At that time, Wang Jixuan was causing trouble in Spiritual Ability City and happened to see Li Weiqi being tortured by Meng Jin and others, he decisively acted, rescued Li Weiqi's soul, and found him a body.

Li Weiqi chose a young girl's body for possession to facilitate subsequent actions.

In the field of abnormality, he was second only to Lao Zheng.

Wang Jixuan asked: "What happened to him? Oh yes, how is the force of Spiritual Ability City?"

Lingtong softly hummed a couple of notes, still deciding to tell all about it.

There's really nothing to hide.

"Many things happened that day, I mean the day when you burst and annihilated all strong enemies on Earth."

Lingtong's eyes showed a hint of reminiscence:

"The Six Elders were directly vaporized by that exceedingly powerful nuclear bomb.

"Spiritual Ability City suffered severe losses, its core area was almost completely destroyed. The high-radiation dust falling from the sky caused several million inhabitants to die within a short period.

"Then, General Fu Jian announced his responsibility for this incident."

Wang Jixuan blinked, silent.

Several million dead?

Lingtong continued:

"Afterward, because the Blade Beast on Earth had already lost momentum, humans allocated some power to rescue Spiritual Ability City.

"Some Spiritual Ability Users, under Sabina's protection, refused to serve humans. Sabina was very dissatisfied with us blowing up the Six Elders.

"Initially, according to Sabina's plan, when Fu Jian pressed the nuke button, the Six Elders would instantly be transported to her subspace, but she wasn't in the Silent Ball that day, thus failed to rescue them in time.

"After the Great Victory on Mars, we seized the interstellar gate, and with interference from Amina and Nierdamon, we managed to stabilize the interstellar gate.

"Suddenly, Sabina left with many Spiritual Ability Users.

"Nierdamon expressed some helplessness about this, sincerely apologized to his allies, that is, us, and then worked harder to annihilate Blade Beasts.

"Wan Linqian then left with Sabina. At that time, Wan Linqian had already become Sabina's latest cultivated Advanced Spiritual Slave, an SS-level Spiritual Ability User.

"Later, about ten Earth years passed before we saw Wan Linqian again… in the Alliance camp.

"She suddenly approached us and handed us a note… only a few human commanders knew about this."

Lingtong tapped her fingers in the air several times, and a wrinkled white sheet appeared in the three-dimensional projection, with three lines of text written in pinyin, roughly meaning:

[A group of mysterious experts are inquiring about the whereabouts of the Black Storm.]

[They have found Sabina, what exactly happened we are unsure, but Sabina has begun experiencing intermittent memory loss.]

[Please release some false information.]

"Intermittent memory loss?"

Wang Jixuan immediately thought of two words.

Soul Search.

Someone is conducting a Soul Search?

The soul strength of Spirit Cultivators is not particularly strong, but they're no ordinary people. If someone dares to directly conduct a Soul Search without fearing backlash, their soul strength must far exceed Sabina's.

Lingtong continued: "Following the principle of preferring to believe there is something rather than nothing, we released a lot of false information, claiming the Black Storm went on a distant journey to find the secret to ascend to the Upper Realm, that sort."

Wang Jixuan nodded, leaning against Lingtong in contemplation.

"What's Wan Linqian's latest situation?"

"Very... Very good."

"Very good?"

"Yes," Lingtong muttered, "Sabina and six Spirit Cultivators formed a Seven Gods Sect, commanding seven or eight lower civilizations. The sect has positions like Pope, Holy Daughter, Wan Linqian is the Holy Daughter of the Seven Gods Sect, right in power."

Daoist Wang:...

A holy daughter with the soul of a man?

The Daoist could only silently respond with a '6'.

"This guy is actually pretty interesting... There's a red light flashing in the corner."

"This is a regular emergency," Lingtong casually opened it, explaining simply, "Don't worry, if it's a particularly urgent matter, the whole screen will flash, um."

She frowned tightly.

Wang Jixuan also sat up straight.

[Xiao Huating's ship has been hijacked!]