In the end of the world, I become an immortal alone.

Chapter 157 Traces
The first dawn after Huo Rong’s death.

Near Fort 76, there is an abandoned scavenger camp with most of the area buried by yellow sand.

"Sir...Sir?"

Wu Man's voice kept ringing in his ears, forcing Wang Jixuan to wake up from his meditation.

In fact, he is still quite critical at this moment.

The unwilling cries and the chanting of Buddhist scriptures were still echoing in Wang Jixuan's mind. It was very painful, but under the coordination of his Mahayana residual soul, the magic and Buddhism reached a certain balance.

Just like the mutual restraint and mutual generation pursued by Taoist exercises such as Tai Chi and Liang Yi.

This was a new kind of realization, which helped him deepen his understanding of the Dao, and also made Wang Jixuan vaguely understand the shortcomings of his own family's martial arts "Qingping Jue" in some aspects.

Unfortunately, this kind of understanding is only a superficial taste;
After seven or eight hours of continuous pain, I only felt comfortable for more than an hour.

Wang Jixuan opened his eyes, his left eye turned golden and his right eye turned blood red, then quickly turned green. A faint breath wafted out from his body, and a faint fragrance filled the air.

Wu Man was almost stunned.

The boy was carrying a tray with bottled water and a freshly made sandwich.

He whispered, "Sir, you haven't had any water or food for a long time. You should eat something."

Wang Jixuan nodded with a smile, took the tray, and extended his spiritual awareness outward.

Uh, a lot of people.

A large number of troops have surrounded this place.

Several familiar figures were resting on simple beach chairs, and the instructor Black Shell was among them.

Zhou Zhengde also came and was sleeping soundly with an eye mask on.

Mudan and Lingtong both seemed injured.

They were in a large supply vehicle not far away. Lingtong was receiving maintenance from a robotic arm. There were some bandaged wounds on his body, but fortunately they were all superficial injuries.

Most of Mudan's body was charred black, and a data cable as thick as a thumb was connected to the back of her neck. There were seven or eight researchers nearby, analyzing and correcting Mudan's data with various instruments.

A little further away, Wang Jixuan could see billowing black smoke rising from Fortress No. 76.

According to the war zone's custom, at dawn, the bodies of the dead soldiers began to be collectively burned.

"Has the fighting stopped?"

"Yes sir, we won a tough victory."

Wu Man sat on a wooden box nearby and whispered:
"After the second generation of semi-human mechas arrived, they quickly dealt with all the invading psykers.

"After Sir killed Huo Rong, they adopted a cage tactic and controlled the remaining psychics in the space from the first to the fourth floor to prevent them from fighting desperately.

"Sir, you don't look very good."

Wang Jixuan: ...

He looked inside himself and found that his meridians were in a mess, his qi sea was closed, his body was filled with demonic energy, and some areas were blocked by the Buddha's light.

Wow, is he practicing Taoism, Buddhism and Demonism at the same time?
The Taoist priest sneered.

He was just borrowing the Buddha and the devil's skills, but he could not lose his own nature. The conflict between the Buddha and the devil's skills also made Wang Jixuan extremely painful.

"I will be a useless person for the next half month, recuperating and trying to resolve these sequelae."

"I will protect you, sir," Wu Man said seriously.

Wang Jixuan narrowed his eyes and smiled: "You will. Go and call them. I need to talk to Instructor Black Shell and Zhou Zhengde. By the way, tell Commander Lingtong that I am fine."

"it is good."

Wu Man nodded and ran out of the dilapidated house.

Taoist priest Wang looked around this simple residence. There were some wooden furniture everywhere, and there were two skeletons in the next room.

Scavengers are a group of humans that roam between fortresses.

They are usually exiled criminals or individuals expelled from the fortress. Some of them are liberal humans who are unwilling to survive in the "large cage" of the fortress.

Wang Jixuan felt a little curious, so he landed on the ground and walked around to look around.

Last night, he was afraid of losing control and killing people indiscriminately. After coming here, he regained consciousness. His spiritual consciousness found that this was a good place to hide, so he rushed over with Wu Man and asked Wu Man to recite scriptures and use his spiritual power to suppress his rampant demonic energy.

I won't be able to use my magic power anymore. This time I've reached the brink of becoming a demon.

People are complex. Few are purely good or evil. The interweaving of the three natures of human, divine and animal is the foundation of being human.

Wang Jixuan was the same. He had evil thoughts, lustful ideas, and the urge to indulge in lust in his heart, but years of hard training had enabled him to control these impulses.

The essence of spiritual practice is, first, to pursue the unity of man and nature, and second, to not let oneself be controlled by desires.

The magic power aroused his murderous intent and desire for destruction.

'Then I'll just do some Buddhist teachings.'

"It has been confirmed that the spiritual cultivator civilization exists, which means that as long as the spiritual cultivator civilization senses danger, they may allow all psychics to "awaken", from Mo Feng to Huo Rong. This is a great improvement for psychics as a whole."

"In that case, I will play with you and show you some methods of training and using telekinesis, which is only the third-ranked force in our cultivation world."

'It depends on whether you can catch it.'

By the way, the top five forces in the cultivation world are Taoism, Demon, Buddhism, Taoist body cultivation, and evil.

He was daydreaming when a can caught his attention.

Wang Jixuan carefully picked up the can, blew away the yellow sand on it, looked inside, and found a rolled-up piece of "letter paper".

This is paper torn from a book page, not real letter paper.

This place has been abandoned only five or six years ago, and the papers are still well preserved.

Wang Jixuan took out one, spread it out carefully, and saw the neat handwriting in pencil on it.

【Food is running low again, or rather, it has never been enough. Fortunately, there are one or two boxes of supplies that are deliberately dropped by passing convoys, which allows us to survive until now. I am still repenting for the sins I committed back then, but Misha is innocent. I hope there is a chance to atone for her sins and let her return to the fortress. God? I no longer have any hope for it. If there really is a god, the blade beast may be more like it. 】

Are they some essays?
Wang Jixuan opened the second one, the third one...

[I don’t know how to describe the beauty of tonight, the desert, the starry sky, the bonfire, we sang songs beside the bonfire, shared two grilled fish, this oasis is our paradise. However, this paradise will not last long, a more powerful village is trying to migrate here, they have polluted their water source, it is full of garbage. But it doesn’t matter, I, a fake water quality engineer, should be able to find a more suitable place to settle.]

[The blade beasts don't seem to be interested in us. I heard that the blade beasts launched an offensive at the border again, which made us panic. After all, if the border defense line is breached, we poor people without fortress protection will be the first to be slaughtered. But I heard from an old man in his fifties who has lived outside for more than 30 years that a group of blade beasts rushed past the edge of his sight, but did not come over to cut him with a knife. The blade beasts don't seem to be interested in lone humans. This is the first great knowledge point. I hope I have the opportunity to compile an encyclopedia, a small encyclopedia, for Misha and her future children. ]

[We have run out of fuel and wood. We have already dismantled a wooden house. This winter is too hard to endure. Solar panels have become our only source of energy. Fortunately, we have collected enough water and grass before, and the fortress's convoy left us some supplies. Praise the fortress, although the fortress does not need praise. The more pessimistic thing is that I have run out of wood to cremate myself after death. This joke does not seem to have much technical content. ]

There was some scribbled writing on a piece of paper.

[I probably can't write the mini-encyclopedia. I'm sick, along with Misha. It should be some infectious virus, maybe a severe flu. Obviously, we can no longer keep up with the migration. I hope that after this sandstorm, our home will not be buried, and Misha and I can survive. Misha is not actually my biological daughter. She is an orphan I met when I was exiled to this wilderness. She is my entire spiritual sustenance. I really hope that she can live in the fortress, where there are no infectious diseases, there is clean water, there is a nursery full of joy, and the central city is actually not that bad. I am an atheist, I am not very good at praying, but if prayer is useful, I am willing to pray... God, can you save Misha... Please... I will exchange my soul with you...]

Wang Jixuan put the notes back into the can, walked to the half-collapsed bedroom, and saw the two skeletons cuddled together.

It can be seen that the skeleton with a much smaller frame slowly died next to the skeleton with a larger frame. A little girl guards her father's body.

Wang Jixuan took the tray over, opened the water and the sandwich bag, and placed them at the end of the bed. He placed his left hand on the skeleton's leg and lowered his head to silently recite the Sutra of Saving People.

After a long time, Wang Jixuan lit a little real fire, looked at the two skeletons being wrapped in flames, and turned and left silently.

From beginning to end, his expression did not change at all.

Zhou Zhengde and Black Shell were already waiting outside.

……

"Why are you back? It's dangerous here."

Wang Jixuan asked Zhou Zhengde.

Zhou Zhengde shrugged slightly: "They asked me to come here to apologize on behalf of the military region. The surprise attack by the Psychic City was a mistake in their intelligence system. Then, I, the only genetic inheritor of the commander-in-chief, came here to show their determination to defend in the future."

Wang Jixuan was a little powerless to complain, and said calmly: "The enemy is just doing evil, there is no need to blame yourself too much... Instructor Shell."

"Well," Black Shell whispered, "Although these are a bit inappropriate, please rest assured that we are already carrying out revenge operations. These are videos of the attack on the secret bases of the three psychic cities. We destroyed the lairs of these psychics..."

"Don't show me this."

Wang Jixuan raised his hand to refuse, looked at the old instructor with a smile, and said slowly:
“Due to time constraints and mutual trust, our previous cooperation was actually subject to certain constraints.

“This sudden attack by Huo Rong has made me change some of my previous ideas.

"Instructor Beike, I want to open a class, a very simple class, and I plan to divide the students in this class into three groups.

"One is the psychic team, with Zheng Shiduo as the team leader, Ji Xiao, Ji Yale, and three to five other people you can choose. They must be absolutely trustworthy.

"One is the semi-human mecha team, which includes Lingtong, Shenhai, and others. They need to be reviewed by Lingtong, and their number is equal to that of the psychic team.

"One is a loyal wingman team. I want seven new loyal wingmen to protect my safety."

Black Shell was stunned for a moment: "Classroom is, what does it mean?"

"I need to quickly build a force capable of fighting against S-class psykers."

Wang Jixuan smiled gently:

"I will report the specific situation to you in class. There is nothing wrong with the class today. I am ready. In addition to these students, Lao Fu, Instructor Shell, and other second-generation semi-human mechas can also attend the class.

"Everyone just put a projection here. I know you are all very busy, and the defense of various places requires your coordination.

"The enemy is not as simple as they appear. The blade beasts did not destroy all humans. It is very likely that they have reached a strategic balance at a level that you have not seen."

"Okay," Black Shell nodded immediately, "I'll do it right away! You take a rest first. There will be at least two second-generation semi-human mechas on duty here."

"I will need a large amount of special ores later," Wang Jixuan said, "I will ask Zheng De to send the list and get it as soon as possible. I want to use my own methods to strengthen the defense of Fort No. 76."

He wanted to set up a formation, a large formation to protect the mountain.

He had not considered that a strong enemy like Xing Dian would come as a spy, which was a mistake in his thinking.

learn from mistakes.

Setting up a mountain protection array and fixed killing arrays and trapping arrays for Fortress No. 76 should allow him to practice here for a longer period of time.

Black Shell turned and ran away, constantly saying something into the communication channel.

Zhou Zhengde exhaled softly, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and said with a wry smile: "Two S-levels died in your hands."

“It’s their honor.”

Wang Jixuan couldn't help but yawn and said with a smile:

"Would you like to learn some self-defense skills? How about being the monitor of my little class?"

Zhou Zhengde: …

"It's not impossible. What skills can I learn?"

“Classroom Administration.”

"Forget it. I get a headache just seeing the word administration. I've been asked to read a lot of relevant books recently."

“The situation is a little bit pessimistic.”

Wang Jixuan also put his hands in his pockets and whispered:

"The Psionic City has a lot of secrets. It was wise for Old Fu not to use a nuclear explosion on those six old guys. If the Psionic City gets out of control, or if the current balance of power is broken, something like that is very likely to happen."

"What incident?"

"Psychic awakening."

Master Wang organized the language:

“When I killed Huo Rong, I deliberately read her memory fragments and used some dishonorable means.

"I found something very interesting inside. She is the goddaughter of Sixth Elder and was raised by Sixth Elder in her early years... I don't know how to call her here, but we usually call her Dinglu."

"Dinglu?" Zhou Zhengde was a little confused.

"It's worse than the cauldron."

Wang Jixuan curled his lips and shrugged:

“There aren’t many memory fragments.

"I was too ruthless at the time and almost evaporated her soul.

“I vaguely saw the process of her awakening.

"There was a stone wall surrounded by water. She knelt naked in front of the stone wall. Characters made of fire kept flashing on the stone wall. Then she mastered the method of becoming a flame messenger. The flame messenger was what she understood herself to be, a kind of fire giant.

"One of the six elders, a woman who looked to be in her forties, stood behind Huo Rong. When Huo Rong was about to faint, she knelt down and saluted in front of the stone wall.

"There is a strange being behind the stone wall. It is most likely a spiritual practitioner, but we are not sure what its state is."

"Are there spiritual practitioners behind the Six Elders?" Zhou Zhengde asked with a glare, "Is it true?"

"I can't guarantee it," Wang Jixuan groaned. "I speculate that this spiritual practitioner may not be awake. However, I do know that there is definitely information about spiritual practitioners in a certain place."

"where?"

"The cave where the pillar-level blade beasts sleep."

Zhou Zhengde rolled his eyes: "Then you might as well kill me."

In the supply vehicle ahead, Ling Tong had already put on the robotic arm. She opened the door and jumped out, looking at Wang Jixuan with a cold face.

"Wang Zheng, we need to talk."

(End of this chapter)