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

Chapter 567: Old Enemies Revealed

"Feudal! Hegemony!"

Wang Jixuan's shout startled Jian Jiu who was meditating.

Jian Jiu scanned with his immortal sense and found that his disciple had jumped out of his base. The three hundred beautiful women did not follow him, which made Jian Jiu feel slightly relieved.

As expected of his disciple, he treats women like trash!

"What's going on?" Wang Jixuan stared at Mudan.

Mudan said aggrievedly: "The gifts sent by the Thousand Worlds Alliance, three hundred beauties and six thousand immortal soldiers, are all for you, boss. The immortal soldiers are raised by the Thousand Worlds Alliance to protect your safety. We have to raise the beauties ourselves to entertain you, boss."

"Isn't this feudal? Is Murong Zhengyi so powerful now? He just gave away three hundred women!"

Mudan blinked: "Do you want to promote democracy and equality in the fairy world? In the fairy world, the strong are respected. There is no basic condition for equality here."

Wang Jixuan paced back and forth with his hands behind his back.

He whispered, "If Amina sees this, I won't be able to wash myself clean even if I jump into the Yellow River!"

"Speaking of this!"

Peony reported with a smile:
"Senior Bai Gu has sent a letter."

"where?"

A layer of light curtain was projected on the palm of Mudan's hand, and a stone slab appeared on it.

This stone slab has obviously been eroded by time, and the writing on it is a little blurred, but it does not affect reading.

Mudan said: "This stone slab was found in the river valley nearby."

Wang Jixuan looked intently:
[Did you become my disciple? Don't worry about your girlfriend and subordinates. I'll take them to see the two Golden Immortals. You'll be able to see them in about half a year. I have to remind you of one thing. Bola won't give up. You are his number one target now. Don't leave the Sword God Palace unless necessary. Most people in the Sword God Palace and the Gun God Palace are trustworthy. There must be some problems in the Slaughter God Palace. You must seize the time to improve your strength in the next six months. Only by entering the Golden Immortal Realm can you stand on the edge of this stage. In addition, your girlfriend seems to have mutated. I sealed her in a cocoon. Don't hurt her by mistake when you go to meet her later.]

Change, mutation?
What happened to Amina?
Although Wang Jixuan did not have a deep feeling for Amina, the two of them got together because they liked each other, and their emotional foundation was still very strong.

He looked towards Peony;
Mudan spread her hands and said, "Boss, you are the source of spiritual energy."

"Half a year," Wang Jixuan walked to the newly repaired pavilion and sat down.

On the other side of the pavilion is a lush river valley. At this moment, several mechanical teams can be seen surveying the woods. Several sword cultivators are sitting on their swords and wandering near these mechanical bodies, looking quite curious about this.

Wang Jixuan was distracted for a moment.

"The three hundred beauties are yours to train," Wang Jixuan said, "Their cultivation aptitude is average, so train them to be operators."

"Okay," Mudan agreed, "There are still a few girls here with good temperament. Boss, you also need some maids. It would be nice to hold your sword when you go out."

"Well, you can train them and try to respect their personalities."

Wang Jixuan let out a light breath.

He couldn't help but think of the information that Murong Zhengyi had said.

The Dark Cult slaughtered people in the underworld;
The major forces in the fairy world find it difficult to stop it.

The Thousand Worlds Alliance wants to stop the Dark Cult, but it has been developing in the Immortal Realm for hundreds of thousands of years, and is now recruiting troops in the Immortal Realm. There are countless Xu Realms and Zhen Realms in the lower world. If the Thousand Worlds Alliance wants to form enough halls to fight against the Dark Cult, it will take at least thousands or even tens of thousands of years of operation.

From a certain perspective, the Dark Cult of the Immortal World has only one "head", and the body of the Dark Cult is rooted in all realms of the mortal world.

Mudan raised her hand to tidy up the hair beside her ear, walked to the attic nearby, and soon brought a cup of strong tea.

Wang Jixuan was lost in thought.

Mudan sat in the corner of the pavilion, legs crossed and skirt dropped, she opened a projected report and read it carefully, acting like a female boss.

Wang Jixuan suddenly asked: "Where is your fleet?"

"fleet?"

Peony winked gently:

"Does it mean to send an expeditionary fleet to the fairyland?"

"Well," Wang Jixuan said, "The Dark Cult is killing lives in the mortal world. There must be some kind of calculation behind this. That Po Luo might be able to use the deaths of these lives to do something."

Mudan pondered for a moment, "But Boss, the expeditionary fleet is using the laws of cosmic physics to conduct jump navigation, which does not overlap with the Xu Realm and Zhen Realm that communicate through the Fairy Road."

Wang Jixuan asked: "Is there no way to support them?"

"It's quite difficult, unless... our ships can navigate the Fairy Road, and we have mastered the technology to enter and exit the Fairy Road."

Peony lowered her head in thought.

She was constantly calculating, looking for the answer to Wang Jixuan's question and formulating a mature strategy.

In less than half a minute, Mudan smiled and said, "Boss, there is actually a way to support them."

Wang Jixuan asked directly: "Earth?"

"Yes," Peony's autumn eyes brightened a little, "The foreshadowing you left on Earth can actually come in handy."

"I can trust Lang Langzi, after all, he is the remnant of my second life."

Wang Jixuan stood up and paced, thinking constantly.

Seeing that Wang Jixuan's brows were gradually relaxed, Mudan began to tell him about the plan she had just made.

First, the power of the Thousand Worlds Alliance in the mortal world must be unified;
Secondly, the earth produces spiritual practitioners in large quantities, and these spiritual practitioners must use core circuits that have unlocked the restrictions twice in order to improve their combat effectiveness.

Then let the Peony clones remaining on Earth create ships that can enter and exit the Fairy Road as soon as possible.

There is a Shen Qionglin who has a "divine brain" there. Maybe he can make breakthroughs in this kind of technology as soon as possible; the expedition fleets organized by Mudan can also benefit from it.

The most important point here is to ensure that all actions are under the guidance of the Wanderer of the Three Realms.

Wang Jixuan asked: "Can you contact Earth?"

"You can only send a short message every hundred hours," Mudan said. "If you agree to do this, I will take care of the rest."

"Go ahead and do it. It's better to stop the secret cult and save more innocent people than to stand by and watch."

"Yes."

Mudan immediately closed her eyes and started operating.

Wang Jixuan temporarily let go of this knot in his heart. He took a few sips of tea and gazed at the valley below.

Watch the gurgling stream;
Look at the green trees and dense forests;
He felt something in his heart, and had an urge to dance with a sword, but he suppressed the urge and began to ponder the basic sword moves that his master Jian Jiu had taught him.

Soon, Wang Jixuan sat down cross-legged in the pavilion.

Shadows seemed to appear around him. These shadows moved slowly and steadily, and basic sword moves appeared in the pavilion.

Jian Jiu, who was observing him secretly, was quite satisfied when he saw this.

Not only does the disciple have a good understanding and cares about the people, he is also very motivated in his practice and does not need his master to urge him at all.

Jian Jiu continued to think with his head down, outlining the path of sword cultivation that would be most suitable for Wang Jixuan.

……

In the center of the fairyland, the headquarters of the Dark Cult.

Master Zhihui slowly stood up from a pool of water, and the two figures in the pool gradually sank to the bottom of the water.

The maid kneeling beside her walked forward holding the colorful dress. Zhihui took two steps. Her nearly perfect body emitted a bright glow. Then she put on a soft long skirt and sat in front of the dressing mirror made of a whole piece of fairy stone.

A maidservant reported:
"Master, the group from the Feather God Palace suffered a great loss at the Sword God Palace. That Huang Langyu sent someone to invite the Fourth Sect Leader away."

"Oh?" Zhihui picked up a piece of red paper and put it to her lips, gently licking it.

"Has the Feather Palace been taught a lesson by the masters of the Sword Palace? They really don't know what they can do. If the Sixth of the Eight Immortal Palaces goes to the Chief of the Eight Immortal Palaces to explain, isn't that just asking for humiliation?"

"My Lord, the Feather God Palace and the Sword God Palace set up a life and death contest and sent out eight young masters to beat the young talents of the Feather God Palace without any chance of fighting back."

The maid continued with a hint of disdain:

"However, only one expert from the Feather Palace died here, and that was Yu Ling, who was known as the candidate for the future Palace Master of the Feather Palace."

"Yu Ling? He was the leader of the younger generation of the Yu Shen Palace. Did he die in the Jian Shen Palace?"

"Yes, and he was controlled by the Mechanical Demon using the Avenue of Time, and then blew to death with that powerful explosive device."

The maid added:

“Yu Ling’s soul has been rescued.

"According to our informants, the Mechanical Demon spared Yu Ling's soul and did not take the initiative to kill him... Afterwards, dozens of Golden Immortal masters from the Thousand Worlds Alliance showed up. They called the Mechanical Demon a benefactor. It seems that the Thousand Worlds Alliance and the Sword God Palace have reached some kind of agreement."

"Benefactor?"

Zhihui narrowed her eyes slightly.

Others may not know the story behind this, but she knows a thing or two.

Zhihui said calmly: "The Thousand Worlds Alliance is indeed the remnant of those days. I was not sure before, but now they have exposed themselves!"

The remnant?

The maid didn't dare to ask more questions, she just lowered her head and obeyed.

Many images emerged in Zhihui's mind, and she couldn't help but stare at the bronze mirror for a while.

In these scenes, she received a mission and followed her senior sister to go out to the fairyland to flatten a world; there were also countless fireballs flashing continuously, and the scorching fire waves burned her skin...

How did she lose to that guy?

Yes, he wanted to survive the tribulation, so he launched a sneak attack himself, but he didn't expect that he had already achieved the cultivation of an immortal, and his attack was even more vicious and ferocious, cutting off his own soul with one sword.

Death is a really painful feeling.

Zhihui was walking in the darkness again in a trance, staggering and confused. Only the occasional whispers in her ears encouraged her to move forward slowly.

Finally, she felt the existence of her body, opened her eyes in a pool, gasped heavily several times, and then lowered her head and coughed continuously.

She subconsciously covered her wound, but what she touched was the delicate skin and the abundant immortal power in her body.

Not far from her, the mummified corpses of several immortal soldiers were still emitting a light white mist.

She didn't know how, but she absorbed the energy of those people, and lines of words appeared in front of her.

【You are alive.】

[You must remember the person who killed you, and you must do everything you can to kill him.]

[This is your motivation for living in the future, and you can't tell anyone about this. ]

These lines of words have been engraved in Zhihui's heart ever since.

She returned to the fairyland with great difficulty, and within just two hundred years she broke through to the celestial fairy realm. After that, her cultivation was unstoppable. She was originally thought to be able to become only a lower-rate celestial fairy at best, but it took her only one or two thousand years to reach the upper third level of celestial fairy realm.

Beauty is her weapon, and she also enjoys the sense of security that comes from relying on a strong man.

With the support of several high-ranking members of the Dark Sect, she soon gained a place in the society.

About five thousand four hundred years after her rebirth, a few lines of words appeared in the bronze mirror again.

[Go to this reception platform and wait, don't alarm anyone. ]

[This is your only chance now. Use all your strength, leaving no room for maneuver, to kill the old man who is about to survive the catastrophe.]

【He is the one who killed you.】

Master Zhihui did not dare to neglect it.

She rushed to the platform, secretly knocked out the guardian of the platform, and waited quietly.

After several days and nights, thunder was heard on the Jiexian Terrace, countless stars bloomed in the Jiexian Pond, the Immortal Gate opened, and a white-haired Taoist came towards the Immortal Gate with his hands behind his back.

it's him!
Anger burned in Zhihui's eyes, and her heart was filled with endless hatred.

She hid her figure. After all, doing such a thing was not glorious. At that time, she was only a middle-level member of the Dark Sect, and Tiandao also warned her not to reveal herself.

With a point of his finger, all of the immortal's cultivation was released.

She crushed the old man's body and soul as if she were crushing an ant, amid the old man's unwilling and angry roar.

The pleasure of revenge made Zhihui almost dance in the pool.

But when she returned to her residence at the headquarters of the Dark Cult, a line of words appeared on the bronze mirror.

[You failed, but he is still alive. Concentrate on your practice.]

Then, Heaven gave her no more instructions.

She couldn't believe it. The old man must have been crushed to death by her. Unless she had found the wrong person, there was no way he could have survived!
Zhihui was unwilling to give in, so she went to look for the Heavenly Dao Monument, but the Heavenly Dao Monument only gave out tasks and contribution points without saying a single word to her.

In the days that followed, Zhihui fell into decadence for a long time.

When she was reborn, the Heaven gave her a precious body for cultivation, and she became a Golden Immortal. Later, most of the men who competed with her for the position of deputy leader had enjoyed a few years of pleasure with her.

She reached the position she had always dreamed of.

Those cultivators of her generation who failed to reach the Golden Immortal stage passed away quietly.

Gradually, no one remembered, and no one dared to mention, Zhihui's previous debauchery, and she gradually lost all desires, with only one thing in her heart.

Why didn't that person die?

She vaguely remembered that when that person was undergoing the tribulation, he was in a forbidden place where the spiritual energy was exhausted, and the Dark Cult always stayed away from forbidden places.

Until a strange instruction appeared on the Heavenly Dao Monument...

"Master, master?"

The maid beside her called softly.

"Hmm," Zhihui woke up from her trance and looked at the bronze mirror in front of her. There were no words on it.

The maid reported: "The Fourth Patriarch has sent a jade talisman, asking you to go to Yushen Palace immediately."

"Got it. Go and prepare for the chase."

"Yes."

The two maids turned into streams of light and flew away.

Zhihui stared at the bronze mirror, and three figures seemed to emerge in the mirror.

The Mahayana monk who faced the heavenly calamity with courage and determination;
The old man who strolled leisurely towards the Immortal Gate;
The human immortal standing in front of the huge fireball and looking at the sky;
The three figures slowly overlapped.

Ping!
The bronze mirror was smashed into pieces by Zhihui's palm.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, but her expression quickly returned to normal. She stood up and walked to the closet not far away to choose a suitable long dress for herself.

"God, I won't let you down again."

(End of this chapter)