Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone

He blinked, trying to get closer, but found himself unable to approach the Stone of the Past.

The old Residual Soul was left wanting to cry but having no tears.

What's happening?

His consciousness was on the verge of collapse, and the Stone of the Past wouldn't let him deposit his Residual Soul. Within days, he would self-destruct.

And this stone, he couldn't move it nor shift it; even the gravity of Earth and the Moon was ignored by it.

"It's broken."

The Three Realms Wanderer's lips twitched slightly, then he laughed bitterly, sitting cross-legged in the void.

Dead is dead, after all, he had lived enough.

Of course, the Three Realms Wanderer still hoped that his subordinates and companions from his third life would find him soon, allowing him to live a bit longer.

He wanted to witness his own Ascension to Immortality.

Even he considered it a luxury.

How carefree immortality seemed.

How harsh the Mortal World, with the soul restless and uneasy.

...

On the other side.

Wang Jixuan frowned, looking at the picture scroll before him, his expression shifting from bewilderment to shock, and then he fell into an inexplicable sadness.

This wave of sadness was conveyed to him by the mystical space.

Before him, there was an Immortal Palace enveloped in white mist.

Immortal?

Indeed, he felt he shouldn't be mistaken; this Daoist charm was what he had been pursuing yet unable to obtain - the Immortal Spirit Charm.

The background of the scroll was an endless starry sky, where massive elliptical galaxies hung within a pure black background. These immense galaxies were drawing closer, seemingly about to collide and merge into one after countless ages, unfolding the most beautiful light and shadow in the void.

The view moved from distant to near, sequentially showing undulating mountains of strange rocks, a series of great halls forming a White Jade Immortal Palace, the giant laurel tree beside the palace gates, and beneath the tree, a semi-real, semi-illusory silhouette standing in a daze.

Could that silhouette be anyone but him?

He looked at the scroll, yet found himself inside it as well.

In his heart, Wang Jixuan experienced strange insights.

After the Mahayana Realm, he had found no significant breakthrough in the Dao Realm sense, yet at this moment, he discovered a whole new doorway.

Such good fortune, miraculous fortune.

Just this encounter made Wang Jixuan feel it was completely worthwhile.

The Daoist closed his eyes to comprehend, and upon reopening them, there was no scroll but instead the high courtyard walls of the Immortal Palace.

He turned his head to look at the laurel tree beside him, seeing its trunk requiring at least ten people to embrace, with the trunk composed of faint yellow 'crystal' from the inside out.

Suddenly, Wang Jixuan remembered something.

Chang'e flying to the moon, Wu Gang chopping the tree.

Curiously, he circled the laurel tree, finding no axe marks, but instead spotting a piece of black iron on the ground.

The Daoist blinked, just about to pick up the item, when he discovered that his Alien Soul couldn't summon any Storage Magical Treasure.

More than that, he couldn't access any amount of power, Spiritual Power, Soul Power, Demonic Qi, Spiritual Sense; all seemed to have vanished.

He seemed like a wisp of a ghost, drifting here, unable to rise more than three feet off the ground.

Wang Jixuan's heart was aflame, drifting to the entrance of the Immortal Palace.

The several-zhang-high White Jade door was ajar, bearing a vertical plaque with three large characters of dragon and phoenix dance.

Master Wang tilted his head.

He... didn't recognize them.

This seemed to be the pattern of the Great Path, requiring detailed comprehension, but Wang Jixuan gazed at those characters for a few moments, his head spinning with a pronounced feeling of nausea.

He quickly withdrew his gaze, heart sinking in silent dismay.

After all, he had the foundation of the Mahayana Realm, and in his second life, being called a Demi Immortal was not overstated, yet he couldn't even read the name here.

What a strange occurrence.

The Daoist steeled his heart, ascending the steps before the gate, directly entering the slightly open palace door.

No obstruction, nor anything unusual.

Behind the palace door was a wide plaza, with a main hall in the distance. Behind the main hall were twelve White Jade steps extending diagonally upward, each step connecting three to six varying halls.

These halls were distributed in a recessed manner, themselves resembling layers of greater steps.

One-third of the plaza was enveloped by the laurel tree.

Wang Jixuan hadn't yet stepped out of the laurel tree's shade.

He looked around.

On each side were varying numbers of side halls, constructed with stone pillar domes, inside which dance stages and music platforms could be seen, suffused with the Immortal Light's Huachi.

The Daoist master tucked his hands inside his sleeves, drifting curiously like a farmer entering the city.

In Huachi, there was water light condensed from Immortal Light;

But as his alien soul was about to soak in, a warning exploded in his mind.

It would explode.

The water light inside, even a single drop, would cause his alien soul to burst immediately.

Regretfully, the Daoist master shook his head, inhaling a few mouthfuls of vapor from the side, feeling as if his alien soul had ascended, a myriad of insights surfacing within, the murderous and frenzied nature of his soul being cleansed.

'What in the world is this realm? Just one breath brings so many benefits?'

Wang Jixuan pursed his lips and frowned, drifting to other secondary halls.

He found that those mere decorations seemed to be rare Spiritual Treasures of the Cultivation World, not to mention the weapons displayed on some weapon racks.

The age of those weapons was unknown, yet Wang Jixuan's alien soul couldn't approach within three zhang of their range.

Otherwise, the murderous aura emanating from the weapons would crush his alien soul directly.

He reached the treasure mountain;

But the treasure mountain seemed to say to him 'you're quite weak,' rendering him incapable of taking even a grain of golden sand.

All Wang Jixuan could do was smile wryly.

Good gracious, the space Shen Qionglin opened for him was truly... too astonishing.

Wang Jixuan reluctantly left these treasure-filled secondary halls and drifted to the main hall.

There are dozens of large halls behind the main hall, possibly containing more treasures.

Along the way, Wang Jixuan continually wondered, did Immortals once reside here, drinking and enjoying themselves daily, composing poetry and prose, exchanging skills, and understanding the Great Path?

Arriving at the wide-open doors of the main hall, he was again stunned.

The main hall was filled with white bones.

Thousands of white bones piled here, each maintaining a sitting posture, with three feet of space for each cushion, and these white bones just filled the entire hall.

Wang Jixuan stood there, dazed.

Gazing at these white jade-like bones, his mind was empty, heart filled with bewilderment, as if seeing the long river of time, as if glimpsing traces of Immortal Light.

Is ascending to immortality truly so good?

Why are there so many Immortal Bones here?

What did they experience?

It seems they peacefully passed away here, without any traces of battle around.

The clothing and storage treasures of each bone had 'evaporated.'

Wang Jixuan paused before the door for a long time, letting out a long sigh, standing before the door and bowing low to these white bones.

He didn't utter anything, nor did he rashly enter, merely standing foolishly, gazing quietly.

Suddenly, Wang Jixuan saw figures of men and women.

They strolled in from the starry sky, laughing and teasing each other, reaching the end of the long river of time, finding a spot each, peacefully sitting down, recounting their regrets and past, heads slowly lowering.

A feeling of 'solitude and sorrow of heaven and earth' encircled Wang Jixuan's heart.

He had the thought 'why not sit here and die', sitting down blankly.

Fortunately, he only came with an alien soul, when the soul was disturbed by this thought, trying to fall into silence, he abruptly awoke.

No, seemed he was influenced by the residual thoughts on these Immortal Bones?

This wasn't a formation, nor an intentional act by the owners of these white jade bones, just an inexplicable emotion, transmitted through countless millennia, affecting him, a small cultivator who hadn't ascended yet.

Wang Jixuan quietly thanked his own luck.

His alien soul entering indeed took advantage.

Suddenly.

"Alas——"

Wang Jixuan's hairs stood on end.

He stared at the corner of the hall as if he had seen a ghost.

No, this sigh appeared real, not a mark of time, nor a residue of divine skills, it was indeed heard by his alien soul.

The sigh came from a set of white jade bones in the corner.

The white jade bone slowly stood up, hands behind its back, slowly walked to Wang Jixuan, empty skull eyes scanning him.

It slowly spoke, using the common language of the Cultivation World, its voice indistinguishable between male and female;

Though the tone was different, Wang Jixuan could mostly understand.

"Finally, a living being arrived, how come it's a Demon Cultivator?"

"Forward!"

Wang Jixuan was about to speak, but the white jade bone lightly struck, and Wang Jixuan's alien soul instantly seemed to fall into a void, a painting appearing again, swiftly drifting far.

When Wang Jixuan's alien soul came to, it was already before the Stone of the Past, tears uncontrollably flowing.