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

Chapter 566 Where Are the Ancient People?

In fact, Master Wang rarely gets confused.

After all, he has cultivated for three lifetimes and has experienced many life and death situations. In essence, he is a handsome immortal who is mature inside and young in appearance.

But today, he was confused twice.

This second time was particularly outrageous.

A white-bearded old man at the peak of the Golden Immortal realm, whose pressure was not inferior to that of the Nine Spirit Sword Master, suddenly jumped out in gorgeous clothes and brought a large number of people with him, shouting "Senior".

Wang Jixuan was stunned for a few seconds, staring at this person for a long time, and could vaguely see the other person's face...

"Murong Zhengyi?!"

"senior!"

The old man's eyes suddenly turned red, and he burst into tears. He stepped forward and bowed deeply to Wang Jixuan, and said in a trembling voice:
"Six hundred thousand years! Zhengyi waited for six hundred thousand years! Thanks to the help of that senior, he helped those cultivators who were stranded in the fairyland to settle down!

"Senior! Zhengyi finally sees you! Senior!"

Wang Jixuan hurried forward to support and held Murong Zhengyi's arm tightly.

"Why are you so old?"

Murong Zhengyi burst into tears.

At this moment, he is no longer the old leader of the Thousand Worlds Alliance whose words are law, nor is he a master who has already been ranked among the famous in the world. He is just venting all the pressures of the past.

How much has he been through?

He has been through a lot.

How could it be so easy to establish oneself in the immortal world? Even with the barrier made by the Avenue of Time to protect them, and without any external invasion, the internal strife alone brought Murong Zhengyi to the brink of mental collapse countless times.

From being a cultivator in one world, to being the founder of a clan;

From hundreds of thousands, to millions, to tens of millions, and then the inevitable civil unrest;
The bloodline in the valley multiplied and a large number of mortals were born. Murong Zhengyi racked his brains on how to deal with the relationship between immortals and mortals.

Later, he had to stain his hands with blood, secretly executing those immortals of his clan who wanted to venture out of the barrier, and he had to lie to the entire clan, saying that those immortals were attacked outside and wiped out by the Dark Cult. Then, for this one lie, he made up countless lies...

He had no regrets, no regrets for himself, no regrets for the Xu world back then, no regrets for Wang Jixuan's instructions and the help given by Senior Bai Gu.

But he also felt guilty, guilty towards the Murong family, guilty towards his own family and friends, guilty towards those "unstable factors" who had trusted him but were buried by his own hands.

To this day;

All these pressures mixed into a torrent of emotions, gushing out towards Wang Jixuan.

Wang Jixuan could only respond with a sigh. He hugged Murong Zhengyi tightly and patted him on the back.

"Well done, you are a good Zhengyi. I didn't misjudge you back then. You have protected the spirit of our world."

"Senior... I didn't want to kill them... I didn't want to kill them..."

Although Wang Jixuan didn't know who "they" were, he could feel Murong Zhengyi's deep guilt.

He didn't say much and just let Murong Zhengyi vent.

The figures flying from behind saw this scene. The younger ones were all stunned, while the group of old antiques who were of the same era as Murong Zheng all stepped forward and bowed deeply to Wang Jixuan, and most of them were in tears.

Wang Jixuan supported Murong Zhengyi and helped these old men up one by one.

The area in front of the Sword God Palace had turned into a large-scale family reunion scene.

The Sword God Palace's immortals went from being shocked at first to staring at each other in bewilderment.

Jian Wu turned his head to look at Jian Jiu and whispered, "You accepted the reincarnation of an old senior as your chief disciple?"

The Nine Spirit Sword Master Jian Jiu was also a little confused.

Fortunately, Mudan and Xiaohuating, who stayed behind, promptly explained a few words to Jian Jiu.

Jian Jiu suddenly realized something and said to Jian Wu:
“My disciple is not the reincarnation of some great being. In order to avoid being hunted down by the Heavenly Dao and to successfully become an immortal, he was taken by the master of the Moon God Palace to hide in the past.

“There were many setbacks along the way. My disciple fought a great battle with the Dark Sect in the Xu Realm where he was born. He killed thousands of the Dark Sect’s lackeys from the lower realm with his Mahayana cultivation, beheaded several True Immortals and hundreds of Immortal Soldiers, and then became an Immortal on the spot and entered the Immortal Realm.

“At that time, the Dark Cult sent people to massacre that cultivation world and exterminate the practice of cultivation. My disciple was kind-hearted and could not bear to see the cultivation world burned down, so he rescued hundreds of thousands of cultivators and brought them into the Immortal Realm.

“That was six hundred thousand years ago.

“Later, the master of the Moon God Palace set up a large formation to sever the karma of these people and help them continue to practice, which led to the birth of the Thousand Worlds Alliance.

“It can be said that the ancestors of all the immortals in the Thousand Worlds Alliance today were rescued by my disciple.

“So this scene happened.”

Jian Wu pondered carefully and asked, "Junior brother, do you know that the Thousand Worlds Alliance has become very powerful recently? They have absorbed many monks who were persecuted by the Dark Sect and raised the banner of anti-heavenly way. Now they are considered the eleventh largest force in the fairy world."

Jian Jiu said calmly: "I have observed that there are few sword cultivators who are inferior to my disciple."

"Yes, yes, you keep calling me 'disciple' and it's almost making my bones numb!"

"Hmm? Fifth Senior Sister, you are jealous."

"I'm too lazy to care about you!"

Jianwu rolled her eyes prettily, rode the cloud forward slowly, and nodded slightly to the group of Golden Immortals from the Thousand Worlds Alliance.

She said softly, "My fellow Taoists, why don't you come to this fairy island to reminisce about the past? Ji Xuan is now a core disciple of my Sword God Palace, and the Sword God Palace will entertain you on his behalf."

Murong Zhengyi wiped his tears and instantly regained his mature and calm appearance.

He bowed to Jianwu and said, "Thank you, Palace Master Jianwu."

"Alliance Master Murong is too polite," Jian Wu said with a smile, "I am just taking over this position temporarily, so I dare not call you Palace Master. Fellow Taoists, please... someone, clear out a large hall and prepare a banquet for singing, dancing and wine."

On the nearest fairy island, a large number of fairies responded in unison.

The fairy island immediately became lively.

The group of bird people from the Feather God Palace in the distance were walking faster at this moment.

After all, the scenes here only continue to stimulate their Tao hearts. Wouldn't they continue to be stimulated if they don't stay here?

There was not only murderous intent in Huang Langyu's eyes, but more of hatred.

Taoist Wang, who was hated by Huang Langyu, was moved for a moment and started singing and dancing.

……

The outer fairy island of the Sword God Palace is located in a tall building in the central city-state.

Although most of the core members of the Sword God Palace live a pure and simple life;
But on these fairy islands outlying there, those immortals who have achieved great success in their cultivation can naturally enjoy a stable and fulfilling life.

There is no shortage of delicacies, and singing and dancing is the norm. There are dancers from hundreds of ethnic groups taking turns to perform, making the dance floor on the top floor of the high-rise building filled with all kinds of beauties.

Jianwu sat in the main seat, with a gentle smile on his face all the time.

Murong Zhengyi of the Qianshi Alliance sat in the host seat and kept chatting with Wang Jixuan.

The elders of the Thousand Worlds Alliance were sitting behind low tables, each accompanied by a sword cultivator from the Sword God Palace. They were all chatting happily and having a great time.

Not long after, Jian Jiu, wearing a light blue robe and with his long hair loose, arrived at the hall, and brought Mudan and Xiaohuating to the banquet.

Wang Jixuan stood up and saluted;
The immortals of the Thousand Worlds Alliance were about to stand up and salute, but were stopped by Wang Jixuan:

"What are you doing?"

Taoist Wang said with a smile: "This is my master. If you want to become his disciple, go find other powerful people in the Sword God Palace! Now you are the overlord of a region after all, so don't lose your manners because of our personal relationship!" Jian Jiu laughed when he heard it.

Jian Wu said, "My fellow Taoists, please don't be too formal. In terms of age, Xiao Jiu and I are your juniors... Junior brother, come and sit next to me."

"No, I'll rely on my disciple."

Jian Jiu calmly walked to Wang Jixuan's side and laid a cushion.

The old immortal from the Sword God Palace in the corner hurriedly called for the maid, who brought a low table and some delicacies and fine wine.

An old man called out, "Hey? Fairy Hua Ting!"

The eyes of these elders from the Qianshi Alliance suddenly lit up, and they stood up and surrounded Gao Huating.

"After six hundred thousand years, Fairy Hua Ting is still as charming as ever. How rare!"

"Ah! Fairy Hua Ting is so amazing! I have an unused magic treasure that is just right for you!"

"Does Fairy Hua Ting still remember me? When the fairy sang a song, my path of cultivation became smooth. Whenever I got stuck or encountered difficulties in cultivation, as long as I listened to the fairy's music in my dreams, all the problems would be solved!"

Xiao Hua Ting's arms were suddenly filled with all kinds of treasures.

She was a little at a loss and looked at Wang Jixuan for help.

Taoist Wang said with a smile: "Keep it, and prepare some songs later so that you can sing a few songs for all of you old friends."

Xiao Hua Ting quickly agreed and continued to be praised by the group of elderly people.

Is this a compliment to her?
This is actually just praising Wang Jixuan.

The hall was bustling for a long time, until Xiaohua Ting appeared on the dance floor and gave a simple concert using the high-end mechanical civilization speakers that Peony had provided. Only then did the entire hall quiet down.

There is an indescribable charm in that song;

The bottlenecks of quite a few old immortals have indeed loosened slightly.

Jianwu had sat down next to Wang Jixuan without him noticing, and was toasting with Murong Zhengyi.

The leaders of these two major forces have obviously reached some tacit understanding.

Jianwu drank a few too many glasses, and her pretty face had a slight blush, making her look quite beautiful.

She said softly and coquettishly: "Xiao Jiuzi, you are really the lucky star of the Sword God Palace. You haven't accepted a disciple for tens of thousands of years, but when you accepted a disciple, you attracted the righteous men of the Qianshi League!"

Jian Jiu immediately held his head high and puffed out his chest.

Murong Zhengyi smiled and said, "The core of the Thousand Worlds Alliance is also pure human. In order to fight against the Dark Cult, we have recruited some masters from hundreds of races in the past 100,000 years. However, this cannot affect the purity of our Thousand Worlds Alliance. The Sword God Palace is the leader of the three major palaces of the human race and is the commander of the human race. Our benefactor is practicing here. If there is any mission in the future, the Thousand Worlds Alliance will definitely do its job."

"Easy to say, easy to say."

Jianwu picked up the wine bottle and clinked glasses with Murong Zhengyi:

"The Sword God Palace doesn't dare to take the lead.

“What we sword cultivators wish for is nothing more than to protect the human race and curb the way of heaven.

“There is a big problem with the Heavenly Dao now. Didn’t Junior Brother Ji Xuan say that there is a Dao spirit named Bola living on the Heavenly Dao, causing the Heavenly Dao, which is supposed to be ruthless and asexual, to undergo abnormal changes?

"No wonder, at the end of the ancient times, the Heavenly Dao consciously targeted our human race. I think it must be the disaster caused by the Bola."

Wang Jixuan added: "Both Tianluo and the Dark Cult were set up by Bola. Tianluo and the Dark Cult are essentially brothers. They just pretended to be hostile in order to win people's hearts, so that Tianluo could absorb the righteous people in the world."

Murong Zhengyi showed a solemn expression: "The situation here is exactly the same as what we have investigated... I wonder if my benefactor and fellow Taoists of the Sword God Palace have noticed that in the past hundred years, especially in the past ten years, the Dark Cult has been accelerating the destruction of the cultivation in the lower world."

"Oh?" Jian Wu frowned slightly, "The Sword God Palace is actually quite closed and doesn't pay much attention to the lower world."

"Ugh."

Murong Zhengyi frowned tightly and whispered:

“We, the Thousand Worlds Alliance, also control several routes to the lower realms and have dispatched dozens of troops to investigate this matter in the lower realms.

"The Dark Sect and Tianluo have always been evenly matched in the Immortal Realm, while in the Lower Realm the Dark Sect completely overwhelms Tianluo.

"This must have been done intentionally by that Heavenly Dao or that Bharata.

“In the past ten years or so, I don’t know if it’s related to the benefactor’s successful return from the past, but thousands of Dark Sect halls have been dispatched everywhere, and more than 720 Xu Realms and 105 True Realms have been massacred by the Dark Sect.

“And this series of massacres is different from the past.

“Previously, the Dark Cult acted in the name of Heaven’s Way, using killing to stop cultivators from plundering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Sometimes they would even use slogans like [Stop the catastrophe with killing] or [Stabilize the heaven with blood]. They killed cultivators from all walks of life and never targeted mortals.

"But this time, there were massacres in many places, and no living creatures were spared."

Wang Jixuan frowned tightly when he heard this.

Jian Jiu, who was standing by, also put down his wine bottle, and there was a hint of fierceness in his eyes.

"The Dark Cult, killing so wantonly in the lower world?"

"That's right," Murong Zhengyi said, "It's a pity that our Thousand Worlds Alliance only has a few dozen chapters in the lower realm, and now we have to hide and cannot fight the Dark Cult head-on."

"Tianluo doesn't care?" Jian Jiu asked.

“Teacher,” Wang Jixuan smiled bitterly, “Tianluo and the Dark Cult were both founded by Napoleon. The Dark Cult is responsible for killing, and Tianluo is responsible for surrendering. Tianluo will only delay the rhythm of the righteous people to launch a counterattack against the Dark Cult.”

Jian Jiu remained silent, murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

Jian Wu sighed, "The Dark Cult is acting so recklessly. We, the immortals of the human race, cannot sit idly by and watch. We have to ask all the elders to discuss this matter together."

"We don't have any means to deal with Bola," Wang Jixuan reminded, "at least for now."

Several people nodded.

The other tables were enjoying the singing and dancing, and the atmosphere at their table was a bit depressing.

Murong Zheng smiled and said, "Today is a great day to meet my benefactor. It's my fault that I had to bring up such a bad thing. Come on, let's continue drinking. It won't be too late to discuss these things tomorrow!"

Wang Jixuan laughed and scolded: "Okay, okay, you actually call yourself an old man in front of me. If we count the years, we are the same age."

"Although we are the same age, we have different fates. Hundreds of thousands of years passed by in the blink of an eye for you, but I suffered enough."

"Then you contacted Senior Bai Gu later. Did you go to him to complain?"

"How dare you? How dare you? Our Qianshi League was actually cultivated by Senior Bai Gu. Otherwise, how could we have given birth to so many Golden Immortals if we were sealed off in that area?"

Jianwu and Jianjiu immediately became interested and pricked up their ears to listen as Murong Zhengyi and Wang Jixuan talked about the biggest secret of the Qianshi Alliance.

After Xiaohua Ting finished singing the song, she obediently came to the low table behind Taoist Wang and listened to her master's instructions.

In this way, the feast lasted day and night, and Wang Jixuan got drunk.

The masters of the Thousand Worlds Alliance did not dare to stay outside for long. They wanted to take Wang Jixuan to the clan’s land to stay together for ten or eight years, but were rejected by Jian Jiu.

However, Jian Jiu accepted all the gifts sent by the Thousand Worlds Alliance on behalf of Wang Jixuan.

Jian Jiu also said: "If the Qianshi Alliance is in trouble, you can send someone to find me."

It was out of consideration for Wang Jixuan's sake that he gave the Qianshi Alliance substantial promises.

So another half day passed.

When Wang Jixuan opened his eyes from the sight of all the beautiful women, he held his forehead and cried out in pain a few times. Then, he looked at the three hundred beautiful ladies kneeling in front of him, and his whole body was swallowed by black lines.

(End of this chapter)