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

Chapter 603: Ancient Spirit's Question

It is unknown when the Three Immortals Palace will withdraw its troops;
Naturally, these plans of Master Wang should be completed as soon as possible.

Cloning monsters, this was an idea that Taoist Wang had when he first came to this small world of the ancient battlefield.

Now he took the initiative to propose it, with full of uncertainty, and also to give Mr. Luoshan a little reward.

Would she want a new body?

Wang Jixuan didn't know either.

But he wanted to try whether the body cultivated by cloning technology could be integrated with the residual soul of Mr. Luoshan, and whether he could improve Mr. Luoshan's strength.

Wang Jixuan would not be stingy at all towards such a master on his 'side'.

To this end, Taoist Wang plunged into the laboratory of the second base and released the sword intent of the Avenue of Time, so as to more conveniently control the flow of time within a few feet.

With the dual support of magic and cell catalytic fission technology, the cloning experiment progressed very quickly.

Wang Jixuan vaguely felt that he was...

Well, this may be a bit offensive to you seniors...

But the nature of this matter, the role he played in the cloning experiment, is really like an old hen incubating eggs.

Taoist Priest Wang looked at the vertically placed culture chambers, inside which there were already babies wrapped in artificial placentas.

'It's quite a sense of accomplishment.'

The sword intent of time was stimulated on its own, and Wang Jixuan was not idle either. He used this time to begin to comprehend the great Dao.

It would be best for him to avoid all the disturbance outside.

Two days later.

……

Jian Wu couldn't find Wang Jixuan outside, so he entered the ancient battlefield and found the mansion in the blood moon. He bowed respectfully outside the gate:

"Greetings to Your Highness."

"No need to be so polite. I am just a remnant spirit. You and I can just call each other fellow Taoists."

"Can Junior Brother Jixuan practice here?"

"He has returned to his own residence."

The courtyard door opened automatically, and Ah Mei, dressed in a colorful dress and looking like a butterfly, floated out and bowed to Jianwu.

Jian Wu hurriedly said, "I, the junior, dare not accept the courtesy from the senior."

"Am I still me?"

"Ok?"

Ah Mei sighed softly, looked up at the horizon, and said softly: "You call me a senior, and say that I am an ancient female general, but the current me is a consciousness born from my residual transformation. So am I the original me, or a brand new me?"

"This one……"

Jianwu didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Because no matter how you answer this question, it seems to touch Ah Mei's sore spot.

However, Jianwu was worthy of being the Acting Palace Master. He was smart and quick to react, and he had a response in an instant.

Jian Wu smiled and said, "This is the evidence of the heart. If you think you are your former self, then you are. If you think you have lived a second life, then it is equivalent to a new life. However, aren't all the clouds and mists of the past also part of the new self? The accumulation of all the past is the true self."

Ah Mei blinked: "What you said is similar to what that guy said."

"That guy? Junior-Martial Brother Jixuan?"

"No," Ah Mei stepped aside and pointed to the pavilion in the corner of the yard, where three humanoid robots were playing mahjong.

The three of them were not shy and waved their hands to greet us, then called out in a slightly strange tone:
"Please hurry up! The flowers I've been waiting for have all withered."

"Hurry up, if you can't fight, just tell us. Our time is precious. I haven't done the motor oil spa for a long time because I want to accompany you."

Ah Mei agreed with a smile, bowed slightly to Jianwu, turned around and floated back.

Ah Mei was still saying: "Come on, come on, please be patient with me. I am a weirdo, I have no brains, only a skull."

The three machines kept speaking:
"So, why did you, the unscientific one, make us, the scientific ones, wait so long?"

"You are dangerous, unscientific weirdo."

"Your lack of self-identification is a personality defect that can easily lead to you becoming a masochist. I suggest you correct your personality in a timely manner."

"We once worked with a legendary figure. I mean, our independent and perfect thinking bodies were updated and iterated several times ago. In your words, it is reincarnation, but our reincarnation is in a network. That legendary figure has a strong masochistic attribute. His name is Zheng Shiduo. He is quite legendary."

Ah Mei exclaimed: "I hope I can become a legend like him one day."

"Then you have to work harder."

"Do you need us to tone down our level of verbal aggression?"

"Turn it down a bit," Ah Mei pouted, "I have my own self-respect, and I am always bullied by you ants."

Sword dance outside the courtyard gate: ...

Well, monsters are probably a little bit mentally ill.

Jianwu lowered his head and walked in. Just as he was about to go to the main room, his eyes were attracted by the corner on the other side.

There sat two strange figures condensed into human shapes.

They were listening attentively to a lecture given by a silver-grey robot, and the content of the lecture was actually...

Uh, some weird painting techniques?
The sword dance's immortal consciousness spread out tentatively, and was also surprised by the wonder before him.

There were more than a dozen strange humanoid figures in the backyard, all of them busy;

Some were reading, some were playing chess, and some were studying the making and innovation of two-wheeled vehicles;
Several of them were sitting in front of some glowing light curtains, holding some strange-looking magical weapons in their hands. They used these weapons to control the figures in the light curtains and engage in a simple fight.

Seven or eight silver-gray humanoid mechanical bodies fought with them.

This situation left Jianwu with a lot of questions in his mind.

Behind a rockery, Jian Wu discovered the Nine Spirit Sword Master Jian Jiu who was wrapped in layers of barriers.

Jian Jiu was still contemplating the truth at this moment, so with those barriers in place, there was no need to worry about him being disturbed.

She didn't understand and didn't dare to ask more questions. Before she knew it, she had walked to the open door of the main house.

"come in."

A woman's cry was heard from inside.

Jianwu bowed his head and stepped into the room. He turned around and saw a woman sitting in front of the screen, practicing calligraphy.

The woman was wearing a soft pink and white ancient dress, with her long hair simply combed and draped behind her back. Every movement she made revealed a gentle temperament.

Jianwu looked carefully at the woman's makeup.

He is exactly the same as the prince depicted in ancient books.

Jianwu felt somewhat confused.

Is this kind of person still surprised by appearance? This makeup is obviously made of rouge and powder.

Luo Shan Lay Buddhist seemed to notice Jian Wu's surprise and said with a smile, "I will be able to move my body soon. I need to get used to the feeling of being a human again. Please sit down."

Jian Wu's eyes lit up: "Senior, you want to rebuild? The human race is really lucky to welcome the ancient peerless master!"

"Don't flatter me. I can't explain the details clearly. I need Brother Wang to explain it to you."

Mr. Luoshan raised his hand and called for a cushion.

Jianwu was not polite either, she sat cross-legged forward, her skirt draped around her. "Are you here to look for Friend Wang?"

Jian Wu asked, "Where did he go? The elders are worried about his safety, so they asked me to look for him to prevent him from being plotted against."

"He is currently practicing enlightenment at the Second Base, and will be helping us make new bodies."

Mr. Luoshan asked softly:
“The elders didn’t ask you to come here just to see him, right?

"Don't try to be cunning in front of me. I am an old man too."

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Sword Dance gets to the point:

"We are indeed concerned about the safety of Junior Brother Ji Xuan, and we came to visit you as well."

Lay Buddhist Luo Shan picked up his pen and wrote without the slightest tremor. He calmly asked, "When Daoist Wang first told me to hand over the Human King Seal to a Daluo Jinxian, it must have been your idea, right?"

"Yes."

"Then why did you change your mind?"

"The two respected masters of the previous generation have reached a tacit understanding. If we, the Sword God Palace, object, it will only increase the gap between them."

Jian Wu whispered:
"Senior, what do you think about this?"

Lay Buddhist Luo Shan said to himself, "No wonder Fellow Daoist Wang wants to hide. If he didn't hide, you would probably let him come here as a lobbyist and take the seal of the King of Men from me."

"It will probably be like this."

"You are sincere."

"This matter is indeed difficult, otherwise our Sword God Palace would not have allowed a disciple to stand up."

Jianwu said softly:
"Senior, can you answer the questions in my heart?
"Why did you choose Wang Jixuan?"

"Choose?" Luo Shan Jushi shook his head slightly, "It's not that I choose anyone..."

"Mastering so many great ways at the same time, and they are all supreme great ways," Jian Wu said in a voice transmission, "I'm afraid only the Human King's innate one-qi holy body can do it."

The monk looked up at Jian Wu and said, "How could you know such a secret? Did Jian Jiu tell you?"

"If Jian Jiu could report this to me, the acting palace master, I would wake up laughing in my dreams."

Jianwu smiled gently:

"Yes, we still have a lot of ancient books. They are not lost, and they were not burned inexplicably.

“Although many jade talismans were shattered by the vibrations of the Great Dao while being stored, our Sword God Palace was able to survive thanks to the Sword Tomb.

"From the moment you took out the Human King Seal, I probably knew that you were carrying the mission of inheriting the Human King's skills... Otherwise, why would you have been refining the evil energy of this place day and night for countless years and extracting the seeds of the two great ways of killing, death and slaughter, from it?"

The monk narrowed his eyes slightly: "You seem to be smarter than you appear."

"After all, I am sitting in the position of Acting Palace Master, so I have to consider more."

Jianwu said softly:
"However, Senior, please forgive me for being blunt. Junior Brother Jixuan is a good person, and a good person is not suitable to sit in that position."

"Of course I know this."

The monk Luoshan continued to write with his head down, his pen still steady and gentle:
"As you have been saying these days, times have changed.

"I can sense that the calamity has already arrived. From the moment Bharata was born in the Ocean of Dao, the calamity has already started.

"In ancient times, we vaguely sensed the changes in the Way of Heaven. At that time, the Way of Heaven was the embodiment of the will and order of heaven and earth, but it gradually began to change and developed a very obvious balance technique.

“When the human race declines, it supports the human race;

“When the human race becomes strong, it suppresses the human race.

“There have been many great battles here, and there was something vaguely wrong behind them. However, by the time we noticed it, it was too late. The great battle that ended in ancient times broke out, and more than a dozen Golden Immortals died... The holy bodies of various races disappeared overnight, and the Heavenly Dao suddenly seemed to have a pair of eyes.

"The current catastrophe is nothing more than the owner of those eyes completing millions of years of planning and gradually closing the net."

Jianwu thought carefully.

She asked: "Is the situation so serious?"

"That's why I chose him instead of you."

The monk in the robe snorted coldly:

"You live in the Immortal Realm, which is the starting point of the universe and the center of the universe. But have you ever really looked outside?
“You know, Fellow Daoist Wang is in the Immortal Realm, and he is still planning to protect those in the mortal world, those corners that you can’t see, those tens of trillions of creatures, mainly humans!
"The Dark Cult raised its butcher knife in the Three Realms, and he ordered the Thousand Worlds Alliance to respond, and even mobilized a large number of mechanical bodies to snipe at the Dark Cult's halls in various places.

"What about you? What did you do?

"Aren't those tens of trillions of humans the human race? Mortal kings, the old, the young, the sick and the weak cannot be abandoned! Has anyone of you ever thought about this? Each of you is immersed in the fantasy of cultivation, and you don't even remember the truth that your race will be destroyed and your people will die.

"Then do you know how much effort and price we paid in ancient times to ensure that the human race can be found in all realms?"

Jian Wu looked ashamed: "As you have taught me, Senior, I will have someone take care of this matter immediately."

“So, I will not give the Human King Seal to anyone other than Fellow Daoist Wang.”

The monk Luoshan continued to write with his head down:

"Unless you come and rob me."

"Senior, your words really humiliate me."

Jianwu smiled bitterly:

"The Three Immortal Palaces of the Human Race have absolutely no intention of disrespecting you. Anyone who dares to covet the Human King's Seal will be killed by everyone in the Sword God Palace."

"It's just a big seal with little spiritual power. The spirit inside it has long been killed in the battle."

The monk in the robe sighed softly:

"Go back and think about what you should do, think about what you can do now.

"How dare you hold a Heroes Conference?
"How can a selfish person be called a hero?"

"Yes," Jian Wu stood up and bowed, "I will remember your teachings."

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Just as Luoshan Lay Buddhist was about to speak, there was a knocking sound outside the window.

The two masters were shocked at the same time.

Because none of them noticed that a master was approaching.

The two looked at each other, Jianwu grasped the hilt of the sword in his sleeve, and a ball of fire condensed in the palm of Luoshan Jushi's hand. At the same time, he turned his head to look at the window.

There, a faint shadow slowly dissipated and a wisp of Taoism slowly flowed.

"Time... Actually, a trace of thought has been hanging on me for thousands of years, and it has only been released today..."

The monk in the robe murmured, and the voice of Bai Gu, the master of the Moon Palace, sounded:

“Although I don’t really want to be a slave of the Future, I have already become a part of Time… Two Daoist friends, if you have agreed, leave immediately. It would be best to send seven or eight Golden Immortals to the area near the Lu Jiu Er Qi Jiu Jie Yin Platform. Half a day later, there will be a disturbance in the area. The Qianshi Alliance will bring a good friend of Wang Ji Xuan, and that guy can also help you a lot.

"Go save her, time will not treat you unfairly."

Senior Bai Gu chuckled, and the voice disappeared along with the rhythm of Tao.

The monk pondered for a moment.

Jian Wu immediately bowed and said, "Please rest assured, senior. If I cannot save this person, I will bring my head to you!"

"Well, it looks good now. Let's go."

"Yes!"

(End of this chapter)