Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone-Chapter 1237 - 565: Where Are the Ancient People

Master Wang actually rarely finds himself confused.

After all, he has cultivated for three lifetimes, experienced many life-and-death situations, and is essentially a mature-hearted, youthful-looking, handsome Immortal.

But today, he was bewildered twice.

And this second time was especially outrageous.

An old man with a white beard at the Golden Immortal Peak, with an indistinct aura almost matching the Nine Spirits Sword Venerable, suddenly jumped out wearing luxurious clothes and leading a large entourage, loudly calling him 'Senior'.

Wang Jixuan was stunned for several seconds, staring at the man for a while, vaguely recognizing his face...

"Murong Zhengyi?!"

"Senior!"

The old man's eyes inexplicably turned red, and tears flowed as he moved forward to deeply bow to Wang Jixuan, trembling as he spoke:

"Six hundred thousand years! Zhengyi has waited six hundred thousand years! Thanks to that senior's help, I was able to settle the group of cultivators who wandered into the Immortal Realm back then!

"Senior! Zhengyi has finally seen you again! Senior!"

Wang Jixuan hurriedly stepped forward to support him, tightly grasping Murong Zhengyi's arm.

"You, how did you become so old?"

Murong Zhengyi was crying uncontrollably.

At this moment, he was no longer the decisive Old Alliance Leader of the Thousand Generation Alliance, nor a renowned expert in this world, but merely releasing the accumulated pressures of the past.

What has he been through?

He went through a lot.

How could establishing oneself in the Immortal Realm be easy? Even with the Barrier formed by the Time Dao, protecting them from external enemies, the internal conflicts alone nearly drove Murong Zhengyi to mental collapse countless times.

From a cultivator of a realm, to the progenitor of a clan;

From tens of thousands to millions, over ten million, and then inevitably falling into internal chaos;

The proliferation of bloodlines within the valley birthed many mortals, and dealing with the relationship between immortals and mortals strained Murong Zhengyi's mind.

Later, his hands were forced to be stained with blood, secretly executing those relatives who attempted to leave the Barrier and wander, and he had to lie to the whole clan, saying those Immortals were ambushed outside and eradicated by the Dark Sect, fabricating countless lies for this singular fabrication...

He was without guilt, without guilt to himself, without guilt to that past Xu Realm, without guilt to Wang Jixuan's instructions and the help Senior Bai Gu provided.

But he also felt guilt, guilt towards the Murong Family, guilt towards his family and friends, guilt towards those who trusted him yet were buried by his hands as 'unstable elements'.

To this day;

The conglomerate of such pressures erupted in a torrent of emotions directed at Wang Jixuan.

Wang Jixuan could only respond with a soft sigh, hugging Murong Zhengyi tightly, patting his back earnestly.

"Well done, well done Zhengyi, back then I did not see wrong in you, you protected the spirit of our realm well."

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

Although Wang Jixuan did not know who 'they' referred to, he could feel Murong Zhengyi's deep guilt.

He said nothing more, simply allowing Murong Zhengyi to vent.

The figures flying in from behind were all taken aback, and those of Murong Zhengyi's era all stepped forward, deeply bowing to Wang Jixuan, many of them tearful.

Wang Jixuan supported Murong Zhengyi, helping raise these elderly figures one by one.

In front of the Sword God Palace, it had turned into a grand scene of recognition.

The Immortals of the Sword God Palace, from initial shock, were now looking at each other in surprise.

Sword Dance turned her head to Sword Nine, transmitting her voice in a murmur: "Did you accept an old senior's reincarnation as your senior disciple?"

Nine Spirits Sword Venerable Sword Nine was also a bit perplexed.

Fortunately, Mu Dan and Xiao Huating, remaining in the back, promptly transmitted a brief explanation to Sword Nine.

Sword Nine looked enlightened and said to Sword Dance:

"My disciple is not a Great Power's reincarnation, in order to escape the Heavenly Dao's pursuit and achieve immortality, he was taken by the Moon God Palace's master to hide in the past years.

"During this period, facing many challenges, my disciple battled the Dark Sect in his birth Xu Realm, killed thousands of Lower Realm minions with Mahayana Cultivation, slew several True Immortals and hundreds of Immortal Soldiers, then became immortal on the spot, entering the Immortal Realm from past times.

"At that time, the Dark Sect sent people to massacre that Cultivation World, annihilating all cultivation activities. My kind-hearted disciple, unwilling to see the Cultivation World reduced to ashes, saved hundreds of thousands of cultivators entering the Immortal Realm.

"That was six hundred thousand years ago.

"Later, the Moon God Palace's master established a large array, severing the cause and effect of these people, assisting their endless cultivation, which led to the birth of today's Thousand Generation Alliance.

"It can be said that the ancestors of all current Immortals of the Thousand Generation Alliance were saved by my disciple.

"Thus, this scene unfolded."

Sword Dance pondered carefully, asking: "Junior Brother, do you know the recent phenomenal rise of the Thousand Generation Alliance? They have absorbed numerous cultivators persecuted by the Dark Sect, hoisting the banner against the Heavenly Dao, now considered the eleventh major power in the Immortal Realm."

Sword Nine replied indifferently: "Observed, there are few promising sword cultivators, none surpassing my disciple."

"Yes, yes, the way you keep calling him your disciple, it's enough to make anyone's bones tingle!"

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

"Can't be bothered with you!"

Sword Dance coquettishly rolled her eyes, riding her cloud gracefully forward, slightly nodding to the group of Golden Immortals from the Thousand Generation Alliance.

She spoke softly, "Fellow Daoists, why not come to this Immortal Island for a reunion? Jixuan is now a core disciple of our Sword God Palace, and the Sword God Palace shall host you all."

Murong Zhengyi wiped away his tears, instantly reverting to a mature and steady demeanor.

He gave a Daoist bow to Sword Dance: "Thanks to Sword Dance Palace Master."

"Murong Alliance Leader is too courteous," Sword Dance smiled, "I am merely acting in this position temporarily, I dare not claim the title of Palace Master, fellow Daoists, please... someone, clear a great hall and prepare a feast with songs and dances."