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

Chapter 530 Circle

There doesn’t seem to be anything special about the fairyland.

That is, the spiritual energy is a billion points richer, the Tao is a billion points clearer, there are a billion points more treasures, it is a billion points easier to absorb the immortal spiritual energy, and there is an extremely small chance of realizing the origin of the Tao when attaining enlightenment.

When Wang Jixuan was in a meeting, he couldn't help but release his own immortal consciousness to the maximum extent, but he found that the immortal consciousness of the sixth-grade Yuanxian could only extend for more than 1,200 miles in the immortal world, and then it was broken by the fluctuations of spiritual energy because the immortal consciousness was too thin.

His current spiritual consciousness is about ten times stronger than his spiritual consciousness before he transcended the tribulation.

However, the detection distance in the fairy world has been reduced.

This world has existed since time immemorial and is nearly boundless, with many powerful people and hundreds of races coexisting.

Human beings are not the dominant ones.
However, humans must also be the dominant race in the fairy world.

——Although in the fairy world, no living being cares about one’s origin.

"Boss...Boss?"

Peony's call brought Wang Jixuan back from his immortal consciousness exploration.

He blinked calmly: "What's wrong?"

"Everyone is waiting for you to say a few words," Mudan pointed to the conference table.

In the conference room were not only members of their team, but also four or five Mahayana masters who came with them. Murong Zhengyi sat at the last seat.

Wang Jixuan nodded with a smile and said seriously:
"First of all, let me make one thing clear to everyone. I can only stay here for three months at most, and I must leave after three months.

“This is the fairyland. I believe you all knew what the environment was like when I was unconscious.

“The news that I rescued a group of cultivators and brought them to the Immortal Realm could not be concealed from various forces, but these forces should not care too much. After all, they were just a group of cultivators from the Xu Realm who came to the Immortal Realm by using the ascension of cultivators to avoid being hunted down by the Dark Sect.

“But there will definitely be someone who will investigate further. The Dark Cult has suffered such a huge loss this time, they will definitely not give up.

"I have a senior with great strength here. I will ask him to help you build a paradise. Please concentrate on your practice and stay out of the spotlight."

An old Taoist pondered for a few seconds and was about to speak when his fellow Taoist next to him reminded him with a gesture.

The old Taoist suddenly remembered something, turned his head to look at Murong Zhengyi, and said with a smile: "Zhengyi, tell me what we discussed recently."

"it is good."

Murong Zheng nodded in response, a little nervous, then stood up and walked to the writing board at the back.

The time was too short and they were not yet accustomed to using various technological devices, so Mudan specially prepared a writing board for them.

Murong Zhengyi said quickly:
"We are indeed in danger now, and what Taoist Peony said is very right, we are actually a group of people who are about to die."

Mudan raised her hand and said, "Boss, the Dark Cult slaughtered that Xu Jie."

Wang Jixuan's eyelids jumped: "Massacre? Mortals?"

"Several large cities were affected by the mortals."

Peony said helplessly:

“They destroyed all the towns and killed all the monks and even the warriors.

“Although the first base we left behind self-destructed, they did not let it go after it self-destructed, bombing it to pieces and turning the good land into ocean.

"The patrol machine I left there to check on the self-destruction used quantum technology to communicate and sent me some black-and-white photos.

"The Dark Cult seems to have sent out a group of secret troops... They are full of murderous demonic cultivators."

Wang Jixuan remained silent.

Murong Zheng's eyes were red. "What hatred do we have against these beasts? They want to open up our world and kill us indiscriminately under the pretext of stopping our cultivation!"

Wang Jixuan whispered, "Shouldn't the various sects jointly issue a notice to let the independent cultivators voluntarily give up their cultivation..."

An old Taoist smiled bitterly: "They carried out the cleansing in towns and villages, and the mortals in the towns and villages were also killed."

"It's just a group of demon cultists!"

"I just hate that Tianluo is useless! He allowed the Dark Cult to grow so big!"

Wang Jixuan corrected him, "Tianluo and Dark Sect are just the right and left hands of Heaven. They are originally one family, creating opposition to control the monks and train thugs to work for Heaven."

Everyone agreed.

Wang Jixuan encouraged them, "Since you have escaped, cherish the present moment, practice hard, and accumulate strength. One day, we may be able to make them pay for their blood debt with blood."

"Yes!" Murong Zheng clenched his fist and growled, "I will make them pay with blood! Even if I die, my future descendants and future disciples will all inherit this legacy!"

Wang Jixuan said: "It's no use saying harsh words, just stay alive first, the same goes for me."

Everyone nodded.

Murong Zhengyi adjusted his state and quickly told them the plan they had discussed.

The first thing is to find a secluded corner to survive.

This group of people can make a name for themselves in the Xu world and the Zhen world, but in the fairy world, they are not even fairies, but just a group of lambs to be slaughtered.

In particular, although the fairyland is large enough, if there are suddenly 200,000 or 300,000 cultivators of unknown origin in one area, it will definitely be known by those who are interested.

Find a secret place, set up a concealed formation, and make sure it cannot be spied on by the immortals of the Dark Sect.

This difficulty is extremely high.

"I can ask that senior to help you."

Wang Jixuan said slowly:

"But this kind of formation is usually quite overbearing, so be prepared."

Everyone nodded.

Murong Zhengyi sighed, "I have already repaid all the favors I owe you... just the favor of saving the lives of more than 200,000 people..."

"Eh!"

Wang Jixuan raised his hand to stop him from continuing, and said seriously:
“I am also a disciple of Wangxian Valley. To be honest, Taoist Taiye is my uncle.

"I am... Do you remember that from your perspective, six hundred years ago there was a disciple from Wangxian Valley who practiced Mahayana for more than one hundred and twenty years but failed to transcend the calamity."

Several people stood there in a daze.

"Wang Jixuan?"

"It's you?! Taiye tried to persuade him for days and nights but failed. He plunged into the heavenly calamity and was struck to death by the peerless genius!"

"Oh no, I have always used you as a negative example in the sect, saying that you are a reckless man, but cultivation requires steady progress, and the heart of Taoism should not be frivolous... "

Taoist Wang was a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, Xiao Hua Ting at the side spoke up in time: "My teacher was able to do it the first time, it was just that the Heavenly Dao secretly increased the difficulty."

"Yes, that's it!" Zheng Shiduo looked serious, as if he was there when he first overcame the tribulation.

Taoist Wang smiled and waved his hands: "It was indeed reckless, but since you all remembered me, there is no need to thank me. I am also a member of your family. I just went back to help."

Murong Zhengyi said with emotion: "I grew up listening to your stories."

"Next one, next one."

Wang Jixuan quickly changed the subject:

"Finding a place to live in seclusion is mandatory. There is no way to discuss it with others, and it is impossible to let one person go, otherwise it will definitely bring disaster to yourself later.

“I hope you can be mentally prepared for this.

"If you can't accept it, the only option is suicide."

"We understand."

"Don't worry, although we have to be a little stubborn, we old guys know how serious the situation is."

"We all know how terrifying the Dark Cult is."

"By the way, Senior Wang."

Murong Zhengyi bowed and asked:
"Where are you going next? From what you said, it seems that you are going to separate from us."

"Yes, I have too much karma. If I stay with you for too long, it will harm you."

Wang Jixuan sighed softly:
“You actually pose no threat to Heaven. After I asked that senior to set up the formation, it has a certain ability to conceal the truth from Heaven.

"I want to hide somewhere more secretive."

Everyone's face showed understanding.

One person asked: "Ji Xuan, how did you offend the Heavenly Dao?"

"It's hard to explain right now."

Wang Jixuan pointed to the peony beside him:

"Maybe it's because my maid is so outstanding that even the Heavenly Dao is envious."

Mudan immediately covered her face with shyness: "Oh, boss, please don't say that. Mudan would be embarrassed too."

Several old monks smiled, thinking that Wang Jixuan was joking.

In fact, this is all true.

……

After a brief meeting, Wang Jixuan made some work arrangements and was ready to be his own hands-off boss. He was going to build a cenotaph for his uncle;
You also need to spend time to improve your relationship with Amina and try to use the immortal method to unlock the shackles of the core circuit and upgrade the core circuit for the third time.

However, before doing all this, Master Wang still made an appointment with Murong Zhengyi.

He also realized that after this incident, Murong Zhengyi had become the leader of this group of cultivators.

This group of Nascent Soul, Heti, Tribulation, and Mahayana masters who came with them probably thought that Murong Zhengyi had a close relationship with Wang Jixuan, so they all supported Murong Zhengyi.

So, Wang Jixuan took advantage of the situation and asked Murong Zhengyi to take a walk with him. He also asked Murong Zhengyi to take back the resources he would provide later to help Murong Zhengyi take on the real responsibility.

After this guy took an elixir, he made rapid progress.

After this disaster, Murong Zhengyi himself became much more stable, and lost the last bit of the romantic charm of a young man from a noble family.

On the bamboo forest path, Wang Jixuan and Murong Zhengyi walked side by side.

Taoist Wang walked steadily with his hands behind his back, wearing a pair of cloth shoes and stepping on the moss-covered stone slabs.

Murong Zheng put his hands in his sleeves, but he didn't seem too restrained.

"What are your plans for the future?" asked Taoist Wang.

"Take one step at a time and live one day at a time."

Murong Zhengyi closed his eyes and sighed:

“We, a group of frogs in a well, not only learned the whole picture of heaven and earth in such a short period of time, but also jumped out of the well.

“This is really not easy, it’s really not easy.

"I want to know one thing right now... What exactly does this Dark Cult, this Heavenly Dao, want to do? Why does he want to mess with us? What did we do wrong?"

Wang Jixuan shook his head: "Perhaps, practicing is a mistake."

"Perhaps, our existence is a mistake in the eyes of Heaven."

Murong Zhengyi smiled bitterly:

"I have little chance of becoming an immortal now, but I will risk everything I have to practice, to gain insights, to break through. I want to become strong enough, and then I will go to the Heavenly Dao to seek an explanation and get everything clear!"

“Don’t get stuck in a rut.”

Wang Jixuan patted Murong Zhengyi's arm and whispered:
“It may not be right for me to advise you this, but the reality is that we cannot threaten the way of heaven.

“Next time I embark on my journey, I will continue to look for ways to become stronger and for opportunities to fight back, but I will not act rashly until I am sure of my chances.

"Don't be swayed by emotions, young man, be good at thinking and stay calm.

"The Way of Heaven is not omnipotent, otherwise we would not be alive today. It must have become corrupted, polluted, or developed its own selfish desires, etc. These arguments are almost clichés, but what is certain is that it is not invincible and has obvious weaknesses.

"Unless you are a Golden Immortal, you won't be able to eat at the table in the Immortal Realm. Do you understand what I mean?"

Murong Zhengyi nodded slightly.

He smiled at Wang Jixuan and wondered, "If you were the genius who achieved Mahayana in a hundred years, then you...are you as old as me now?"

"Of course!"

Wang Jixuan straightened his chest and raised his head:
"This is my third life. My second life was six thousand years old, so I am only six thousand years older than you."

"Hahaha! Age should be counted from the third life!"

"I am definitely older than you, how about we talk it out? Don't cry and call me ancestor later!"

"You, an immortal, really have no manners. You actually intimidate a small cultivator like me in this way."

"Moral blackmail me?" Wang Jixuan said leisurely, "I am not old, my heart is not old, and my heart has thousands of wonderful things! Come, this thing is for you."

He handed the jade talisman given by Bai Gu to Murong Zhengyi.

“Inside are some cultivation methods and insights into Taoism, given by that senior.

“What he meant was probably that he wanted to see whether you cultivators who were supposed to be dead could truly gain a foothold in the immortal world and become a variable that affects the heaven and earth.

"You have to remember, Zhengyi, you are not alone, you are a group of people, never underestimate the power of the collective."

Murong Zheng's eyes were touched, and he raised his hand to take the jade talisman given by Wang Jixuan.

In front, Amina, who had changed into a pink fairy dress, stood quietly, maintaining her elegant and charming look.

Murong Zhengyi stopped tactfully.

Wang Jixuan said: "That senior has gone to help you build the formation. He will send you there later. I will be on my way soon. Remember... you are not fighting alone, you are fighting as a group of people."

Murong Zhengyi nodded vigorously: "Senior, will we meet again?"

"We will meet if we are destined to! I am optimistic about you! Murong Zhengyi!"

Wang Jixuan waved his hands vigorously.

Murong Zhengyi stood on the path, holding the jade talisman in his hand, watching the handsome new immortal and the elegant and beautiful fairy walk into the misty rain.

He knew that they would still be apart for some time, but now it felt like a farewell.

Then, Murong Zhengyi sighed softly, pondering this sentence over and over in his heart. When Wang Jixuan and Amina were far away, he bowed his head.

"Thank you very much, Taoist Jixuan."

Two months later, Murong Zhengyi and 200,000 monks were sent directly to a beautiful valley.

Before they could figure out the situation, they learned that the outer formation could not be entered or exited for 100,000 years.

This place has fertile land, planted with all kinds of magical herbs, and there are a large number of treasure mines. There are also hundreds of crisscrossing spiritual veins underground.

It's like a treasure land that has been vacant for tens of thousands of years.

They stayed there and devoted themselves to practice. After only a few years, some of them transcended the calamity and ascended to heaven.

The monks not only practiced themselves, but also, under Murong Zhengyi's call, they actively sought companions and tried to have children, and soon developed the scale and ecology of a large town.

Murong Zhengyi's cultivation also improved by leaps and bounds, and after becoming an immortal, he firmly secured his position as the top leader.

After thousands of years, a large number of true immortals appeared in the valley. Murong Zhengyi had already touched the threshold of celestial immortals, and the living area in the formation began to become crowded because there were simply too many people here.

They didn't dare to go out, and suddenly came up with the idea of ​​implementing "planned" births. The number of immortals was also increasing. They planned to set up an organization and vowed to make this organization a giant that could balance the Dark Cult and Tianluo. Moreover, their organizational charter was to fight the Dark Cult to the death...

……

This world.

The time point when Wang Jixuan set out for the past is used as the benchmark for the present world.

Han Xiao, one of the Eight Immortals of Xiaohan, stood on a treasure ship and wondered in his heart why a mere immortal like him would be summoned in person by the leader of the alliance.

The treasure ship was drifting on an underground river. The immortal consciousness here was suppressed in the body, and everywhere he looked was fog. Only this treasure ship could take him to the headquarters.

Han Xiao couldn't help but reflect... What bad things had he done recently?

No, the last time he went out was a year or two ago. At that time, he just followed orders and went to the Endless Starry Sea. He went to a forbidden place of immortals and found a good brother. He got along well with this brother. Unfortunately, this brother chose to go to Tianluo instead of coming to their Qianshi Alliance.

After Han Xiao came back, he followed the rules of the Qianshi Alliance and wrote the mission process into a jade slip and placed it in the branch hall he belonged to.

What happened?
dong dong!

The sound of drums coming from the front brought Han Xiao back to his senses.

Han Xiao quickly straightened his clothes and saw the clouds in front of him dispersing. The underground river came to the surface and entered a picturesque valley.

Han Xiao had been to the headquarters several times. He didn't look around, but jumped directly to the port and bowed to his master and uncle who were waiting in front of him.

"Disciple greets Master! Greetings to Uncle Master!"

The two old golden immortals waved their hands.

"Let's go. This time the leader is here to see you. You better think before you speak. Don't speak without restraint."

"Disciple doesn't dare."

Han Xiao approached cautiously and asked in a low voice:
"What's going on? Did I do something wrong?"

The two old Golden Immortals looked at each other, somewhat puzzled.

"We didn't know either. We were in seclusion when your senior masters pulled us out."

"It's rare to see the leader and several great elders so excited."

"The leader seemed to have seen the jade talisman you handed in, the one you handed in recently, and he kept muttering the word peony..."

Han Xiao was stunned.

Peony, Wang Daoyou's clever maid.

No, what relationship could a clever maid far away in a remote corner of the endless sea of ​​stars have with the leader and supreme elder of their Thousand Worlds Alliance?
He is worthy of being the man who can draw out the Dark Sect’s Heavenly Dao Hunting Order!

Han Xiao was full of doubts. Two golden immortals rode on a cloud and took him down to the depths of the valley.

When he was about to fall, Han Xiao looked at the cliff on the left again, where there was a sign that said it would be renovated every year.

It was a very simple sentence, so simple that Han Xiao felt when he was a child that this slogan should be changed into classical Chinese.

Here’s what it says:

[You are not fighting alone, you are fighting as a group of people. ]

(End of this chapter)