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

Chapter 540: The Magical Use of Xiaohua Ting
"Boss! Boss, come and see!"

Peony's voice woke Wang Jixuan up from his meditation.

He swept his spiritual consciousness over it and couldn't help but let out a light exclamation, then flew out from the "Pharaoh's Coffin" lying horizontally in the corner of the hall.

When he just left the coffin, Wang Jixuan was no bigger than a firefly, but the next moment he returned to the size of a normal human.

If you look closely at the coffin, you will see small buildings, dance pavilions, singing stages, and courtyards with flowing water. Every detail is exquisite and thoughtful, and it is very delicate.

——This is the place where Wang Jixuan was trapped and where he practiced for thousands of years.

Taoist Wang's figure flashed several times, and he arrived silently beside Xiaohuating and Mudan.

Xiao Hua Ting followed Mudan's request, closed her eyes, concentrated, turned around and sang. The beautiful singing accompanied by the breeze penetrated people's ears, making Wang Jixuan feel relaxed and happy.

I wish I could move a small stool and listen here for a while.

The simple and comfortable long skirt on Xiaohua Ting fluttered gently in the wind;

The withered branch in front of me suddenly regained its vitality at a speed visible to the naked eye...

Wang Jixuan's eyes lit up when he saw this.

How is this done?
He put his sword fingers together, drew the seal lightly, and sensed it carefully. He soon discovered that Xiaohua Ting's singing contained a mysterious Taoist charm, which seemed to resonate with the great way of water.

Water benefits all things and nourishes green trees, thus stimulating the vitality hidden within this sacred tree.

The spiritual energy in the secret realm is also gathering here at this moment;
These spiritual energies were not attracted by Xiaohuating, but by the Fusang sacred tree.

Taoist Wang understood the relationship and couldn't help laughing.

He looked at Mudan, who was also smiling foolishly.

The trap they set up has not made much progress in the past decade or so, because they had no confidence that it could deceive the heroes of the immortal world.

They just buried big firecrackers in various places, and it is unknown whether they can hurt the immortals.

But now, they have a 'spectacle' that can attract the other party to come in, and a 'story' that can make the group of masters gathered in the Land of the Rising Sun believe!
The sacred Fusang tree is revived!

Wang Jixuan has been here for 16,000 years and has a comprehensive understanding of the Fusang tree.

He was certain that there was a complete spirit inside this sacred tree, but this spirit was seriously injured and on the verge of death. The entire secret realm was supported by this sacred tree.

Since Xiaohuating's singing can activate the power of the sacred tree, can it also awaken the spirit of the sacred tree?

Taoist priest Wang has already started to look forward to it.

If he could obtain the spirit of the sacred tree, it would greatly benefit his practice of the Qingmu Avenue.

In the past, Wang Jixuan dreamed of becoming an immortal;
Now, he also has a little expectation for the golden fairyland of immortality.

However, Wang Jixuan really had no idea how to discern life and death.

But if he could get the spirit of the sacred tree, he wouldn't even have to take it away. Just comprehend and feel it, and feel the life and death of Qingmu. It would definitely be of great benefit to Wang Jixuan in understanding the mystery of life and death.

This is no longer just about setting traps and ambushing the group of dark cultists.

The singing stopped, Xiao Hua Ting looked up and asked in a low voice: "Is there any obvious effect?"

"Have!"

Peony nodded decisively:

"The magnetic field of the entire tree has become active!"

"Magnetic field?" Xiao Hua Ting was a little confused. "Does cultivating immortals also require cultivating magnetic field?"

“Don’t chat across systems.”

Wang Jixuan smiled and said:
"My disciple, when you have nothing to do, practice singing more often. It is pleasing to the eyes and can make the dead tree sprout... Remember to change the location more often. It is best to make the tree look full of vitality.

"When the tree crown looks like it's in shape, come find me. I'll take you to the roots to see if you can find the spirit of the sacred tree."

Xiaohua Ting blinked.

She didn't understand what the spirit of the sacred tree was, but since the teacher said so, she just nodded and agreed.

"Okay, I'll do my best then."

Taoist Wang raised his hand and touched Xiao Hua Ting's head.

The latter's pretty face flushed and her eyes looked to the side.

Mudan was at the back, silently projecting photos of Lingtong and Amina.

Taoist Wang glared at Mudan.

Messing around!

Lingtong is the ex-girlfriend, Amina is the current girlfriend, can their photos be put together? !
He and Xiaohua Ting have a pure father-daughter, bah, master-disciple relationship!
Xiao Hua Ting asked: "Teacher, if we do this, what if the people of Yushen Palace really think that the sacred tree has revived? We should not create too many powerful enemies. Yushen Palace is also one of the eight immortal palaces."

"Then find a way to shift the blame to the Dark Cult," Mudan curled her lips.

Wang Jixuan also said: "Don't be timid when doing things, just do it boldly. If something goes wrong... we can talk about what happens after that."

Peony immediately gave a thumbs up.

Xiaohua Ting nodded in agreement, took out two sips of warm water, and then she couldn't wait to go to a slightly farther place and continued to hum happily.

She felt that there were some changes in her teacher's personality.

He has become more domineering and warmer... He would even pat his disciples on the head to encourage them.

……

Three days later.

Under Xiao Huating's hard work and encouragement, the sacred Fusang tree has undergone significant changes.

One quarter of the originally withered and necrotic area has regained its vitality.

In Peony's words, the whole tree seems to have ushered in a second spring, and the magnetic fields everywhere have become unusually active.

Unfortunately, this sacred tree is too huge. The projected area of ​​its crown can cover a medium-sized city, and its branches can allow more than a dozen carriages to pass through.

Xiao Huating hummed day and night, but it would take at least half a month before the sacred tree seemed to revive.

In ancient times, the sacred Fusang tree was once the nest of a certain great clan, and many buildings and roads remain here.

Unfortunately, Wang Jixuan is not a Daluo Jinxian, or a high-level Jinxian who is proficient in the Great Dao of Qiankun, otherwise he would have to refine this small world into his own portable subspace.

This sacred tree has infinite uses.

During these three days, not only this sacred tree, but all the plants in the entire dream were growing wildly.

Wang Jixuan had already figured out the reason behind this.

Although Gao Huating's role is crucial, it is only to lead and inspire; this place has been silent for a long time and has accumulated a lot of vitality, and it is this vitality that is beginning to burst outward.

They also want to flourish again.

This is the common nature of all living things.

Wang Jixuan and Mudan have already discussed the strategy of luring the enemy.

[The sacred Fusang tree is revived, and the ancient Daluo heritage is about to appear in the world].

He and Mudan perfected the entire plan and decided to build some "ancient" formations outside the Fusang sacred tree, mainly to trap the enemy and consume the magic power of the immortals who entered this secret realm.

The operating mechanisms of these large formations must be different from the large formations in the fairy world today.

——This makes it easier to deceive people.

With Mudan here, imitating the ancient formation is not a problem at all. There are many traces of formation bases and formation methods left here. Mudan collected this information and directly used the supercomputing cluster to simulate and deduce it. With the current formation method as a counterpart, it is easy to restore the formation used here in ancient times.

There is no need for Wang Jixuan's help to repair the formation, Mudan can do it herself.

After accompanying Wang Jixuan for more than ten thousand years, Mudan's spirit has made great progress. Just absorbing the magic power overflowing from Wang Jixuan's body has brought her great benefits.

Of course, Mudan doesn’t rely on spirits to fight, she now has plenty of younger brothers.

As the main force of the immortal cultivation system, Wang Jixuan was also actively preparing for the battle. He was not far from the Golden Immortal Realm.

Occasionally when he stopped to meditate and daydream, Wang Jixuan would feel a sense of unreality.

His cultivation is very solid;
But the process of acquiring this level of cultivation is indeed somewhat monotonous.

He has been practicing hard behind closed doors.

Wang Jixuan looks back on his retreat journey.

It's like a fucking nightmare!
The first half was fine. I slept with the Tao and the Tao was of the same tune as me. That feeling was extremely comfortable. My own Tao realm was improving steadily and slowly in my sleep, and my resonance with the Tao became more and more frequent.

Even my physical condition and comprehension have been slightly improved!
In the second half, starting from when he was awakened by the disturbance caused by the Heavenly Dao...

It can be said to be an enhanced version of Daydream.

How to describe it?
Wang Jixuan felt like he was being pressed down by a rich man for a thousand or two thousand years!
When he first started writing his diary, he could only control the paper and pen with his mind, and he couldn't even move his hands!
This is also due to Senior Bai Gu, the Time Barrier he created is perfectly matched to his body shape, and Mudan gave him a set of "armor" at that time.

If it was a normal coffin space, he could at least turn over or something.

Later, he figured out the magical power to shrink or grow bigger, and only then did he get rid of this pain.

Wang Jixuan knew very well that he only had the realm, techniques and supernatural powers, but lacked the combat experience to fight against opponents of the corresponding realm.

The previous battle with Fairy Linglong actually used the alien soul puppet;
That little fighting experience is totally not enough in the fairy world where celestial immortals are as numerous as dogs and golden immortals are everywhere.

Why do they say that Golden Immortals are everywhere?

This still brings us back to Wang Jixuan's experience of enlightenment in the coffin.

At that time, he used his original spirit to travel through the sea of ​​Dao rules, communicating with the marks left in those great Daos, and gained a lot of knowledge.

An old spirit gave him a secret method of exploration, which could help him feel how many "marks" there were in the Sea of ​​Tao.

Wang Jixuan carefully sensed for a long time while flying.

Those who can leave a mark on the Great Dao are at least at the level of Golden Immortals;
In the Sea of ​​Dao Rules, he felt nearly 60,000 marks, which was the number of masters above the Golden Immortal who had ever existed in the fairy world throughout history.

Although most of the Dao marks have only a little bit of spirit left, there are still more than a thousand marks that retain their vitality.

In other words, there are at least a thousand Golden Immortals in the entire fairy world!
This number is totally different from the power displayed by the eight major forces in the fairy world.

The one or two Daluo Jinxian and seventeen or eighteen Jinxian elders that each family has on the surface are just the tip of the iceberg.

If the Eight Immortal Palaces, Tianluo, and the Dark Sect are counted as the top ten forces in the fairy world, each of these ten forces must have at least seventy or eighty Golden Immortals to maintain the current stability of the situation.

Moreover, Wang Jixuan’s perception may also contain errors, and the number of Golden Immortals may be greater.

"Oh, and there is also the Thousand Worlds Alliance."

Taoist Wang thought of the Eight Immortals of the Sky.

In his own perception, Han Xiao and his seven brothers and sisters were just some distant impressions.

"I remember hearing someone analyze that the Thousand Worlds Alliance might be organized by the Eight Immortal Palaces to contain Tianluo and the Dark Sect."

"Well, for the time being, this force should not be able to come to the table."

Taoist Wang was thinking this.

He casually took out seven or eight magical treasures and began to think about how to kill the enemy efficiently during a fight.

Although he has made some impressive achievements in magic now, that cannot demonstrate his integrity as a decent person.

Unless it is absolutely necessary, use magic and technology to defeat the enemy.

This is not a joke;

The Taoist priest felt a little worried.

Wang Jixuan clapped his hands and said with a smile: "I will refine you again first."

The Yuehua Sword trembled slightly, actively responding to Wang Jixuan's words.

It was obvious that this sword had become spiritual, and was only half a step away from becoming a spiritual treasure.

Wang Jixuan quickly lowered his head and got busy.

On the incense table not far behind him, a tablet without a name on it stood quietly, with smoke curling in front.

……

For Taoist Master Wang, most of the month is just a period of meditation.

When Mudan and Xiaohuating came to look for him, Wang Jixuan discovered that the entire secret realm had changed.

The crown of the sacred Fusang tree became lush and green, and the desolate and tragic atmosphere surrounding the place was swept away. Dozens of dense forests appeared in the entire secret realm, and these forests were surrounded by mist and sparkling with precious light, as if there were precious treasures hidden inside.

The formation of the entire secret realm has resumed operation.

This huge amount of work can only be accomplished in such a short time by Mudan, which has a second base and tens of millions of mechanical bodies.

We can't say that everything is ready here, but it's almost ready.

"Teacher," Xiao Hua Ting asked, "I have activated the tree canopy. Should I go find the spirit of the sacred tree?"

Mudan said, "Boss, do you want to check if there is anything else that needs to be added to the formation? I personally feel that it is almost done."

Taoist Wang said with a smile: "Things have to be dealt with one by one. Mudan, you stay outside and be on guard. Xiaohua Ting, come with me. Let's go to the root first to take a look."

Peony pouted and said, "I want to go too."

"Then you take Xiao Hua Ting with you. I'll be on guard outside."

"Forget it, boss, just take her with you."

Mudan turned and left, seeming a little angry.

She was still mumbling, "I was your companion for the past 16,000 years. Now that you have a disciple, you don't need a maid anymore. It turns out that all men are playboys."

"Turn off your complaining system!"

“There is no such system!”

Wang Jixuan raised his hand to support his forehead.

This guy Peony, the stronger his spiritual power is, the more lively and cute he becomes.

Xiao Hua Ting said with a smile: "Da Mudan is not angry, she just wants to learn more from you, teacher."

Wang Jixuan glared at the guy, and Xiao Huating immediately put on an obedient look.

Well, Xiao Hua Ting had been here for less than a month, but she was becoming more and more natural in front of him;

That's pretty good.

"Come this way," Wang Jixuan used a beam of fairy light to lead Xiao Huating towards the back of the hall.

There is a Full Moon Well there, with emerald green liquid inside. When you look down, you can always see a full moon reflected in it.

Wang Jixuan took Xiao Huating and sneaked into it, moving through the 'main road' of the sacred tree trunk with familiarity, and landed at the root of the sacred tree unimpeded.

There is a turquoise lake here, surrounded by brown walls on all sides. Thick tree stems extend into the bottom of the lake, transporting the juice here to the branches of the sacred tree.

"Try humming here, with all your might."

“Can I use a musical instrument?”

"of course."

"okay!"

Gao Huating swiftly took out a folding chair, tied her hair into a simple ponytail, and crossed her legs while holding her acoustic guitar.

Strum the strings with fingers and hum with mouth.

Strands of strange waves rippled out with her as the center.

(End of this chapter)