Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone-Chapter 1240 - 566: Old Enemies Displaying Traces (Part 2)

There is Shen Qionglin with a 'Divine Brain' who might be able to break through this kind of technology quickly; the expeditionary fleets handled by Mu Dan could also benefit from this.

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

Wang Jixuan asked, "Can you contact Earth?"

"I can only send a short message every hundred hours," Mu Dan said. "If you agree to do it, leave it to me to handle from here."

"Go ahead, if it can stop the Dark Sect and save more innocents, it's better than standing by idly."

"Yes."

Mu Dan immediately closed her eyes and began the operation.

Wang Jixuan also temporarily put this matter aside, sipping tea lightly, gazing at the river valley below.

Listening to the babbling brook;

Gazing at the verdant woods;

He felt a stirring impulse to dance with a sword but suppressed it and began to ponder over the basic sword moves taught by his master Sword Nine.

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

It seemed as though phantom silhouettes appeared around him, their actions slow but resolute, as each foundational sword move came to life in the pavilion.

Sword Nine, watching in secret, felt quite satisfied with what he saw.

The disciple not only had good comprehension and a heart for the common people, but his cultivation was also quite diligent, needing no urging from him as the master.

Sword Nine continued to contemplate, sketching out the most suitable path for Wang Jixuan as a Sword Cultivator.

...

In the center of the Immortal Realm, at the headquarters of the Dark Sect.

Master Zhi Hui slowly rose from a pool of water, with two figures in the pool gradually sinking to the bottom.

A maid kneeling nearby offered a Rainbow Robe as Master Zhi Hui walked forward a couple of steps, his nearly perfect body glowing faintly before donning a soft long skirt and sitting at a vanity made from a whole piece of Immortal Stone.

A maid beside him reported:

"Master, the Feather God Palace suffered a great loss at the Sword God Palace, with Huang Langyu sending someone to invite the Four Sect Leaders."

"Oh?"

Zhi Hui picked up a piece of red paper, bringing it to his lips with a light sip.

"The Feather God Palace got reprimanded by the experts of the Sword God Palace? Indeed, they overestimate themselves; the sixth of the Eight Great Immortal Palaces seeking accountability from the foremost one, isn't it self-humiliation?"

"Reporting, Master, the Feather God Palace and Sword God Palace set up life-and-death matches sending out eight young experts, leaving the talents of Feather God Palace no room to retaliate."

The maid had a hint of disdain at the corner of her mouth as she continued:

"However, only one expert from the Feather God Palace died, the one rumored to be a candidate for the future Palace Master, Yu Ling."

"Yu Ling? An asserting leader figure of the younger generation at the Feather God Palace, died at the Sword God Palace?"

"Yes, moreover, controlled by a Mechanical Fiend with the Time Dao, then killed by using a powerful explosive magic tool."

The maid added:

"Yu Ling's Primordial Spirit was rescued.

"According to our informants, it seems the Mechanical Fiend spared Yu Ling's Primordial Spirit without lethal aggression... subsequently, dozens of Golden Immortal experts from the Thousand Generations Alliance appeared, calling the Mechanical Fiend their benefactor, suggesting some agreement between the Thousand Generations Alliance and the Sword God Palace."

"Benefactor?"

Zhi Hui narrowed his eyes slightly.

While others might not know the story behind it, he knew a bit.

Zhi Hui said indifferently, "The Thousand Generations Alliance is indeed the remnants from back then; I wasn't certain earlier, but now they exposed themselves!"

Remnants?

The maid dared not ask much, just bowed her head obediently.

Zhi Hui recalled many past scenes, inadvertently losing himself to the copper mirror at times.

In those visions, there was him on a mission, traveling with his senior sister to the Immortal Realm, to scavenge a Xu Realm; and many enormous fireballs constantly flashing, the searing fire waves scalding his skin...

How was it he got defeated by that guy?

Ah yes, he was undergoing the tribulation; I ambushed him, yet he was already at the level of an Immortal, his actions insidious and fierce, severing my Primordial Spirit with one sword.

The experience of death was indeed unpleasant.

Zhi Hui wandered through that darkness in a daze, fumbling about, with only whispers occasionally by his ear, encouraging him to keep moving slowly forward.

Finally, he felt the presence of his body, opening his eyes in a pool, breathing heavily a few times, then bending down in continuous coughing fits.

He instinctively reached for his wound, only to find the flawless skin, and within, abundant Immortal Power.

Not far from her, a few skeletal Immortal Soldiers emitted a faint white mist.

Somehow, she absorbed the essence, energy, and spirit from those people, with lines of text appearing before her eyes.

[You are alive.]

[Remember the one who killed you, find any way possible to kill him.]

[This is your motivation for living in the future, a matter you cannot disclose to anyone.]

These lines of text were imprinted in Zhi Hui's heart since then.

After much effort, she returned to the Immortal Realm, breaking through to the Heavenly Immortal Realm in just two hundred years, then advancing rapidly—it was deemed she'd be at most a bottom-tier Heavenly Immortal, yet she reached the top three grades in a mere one or two millennia.

Her beauty was a weapon, and she enjoyed the sense of security that came from dependence on powerful individuals.

With several high-ranking members of the Dark Sect aiding her, she quickly secured a foothold.

Roughly five thousand four hundred years after her rebirth, a few lines reappeared in the copper mirror.

[Go to this Immortal Reception Platform and wait without alerting anyone.]

[This is now your only opportunity: with all your power, leaving no space, kill that elder undergoing the tribulation.]

[He is the one who killed you.]

Master Zhi Hui dared not to slack off.

She hurried to the Immortal Reception Platform, secretly knocked out its Guardian, and waited quietly.

After several days and nights, thunder resounded on the Immortal Reception Platform, countless stars emitted from the Immortal Reception Pool, channels of the Immortal Gate opened, and an aged Daoist with white hair approached the gate at leisure.

It's him!

Zhi Hui's eyes burned with rage, his heart brimmed with hatred.

She concealed herself because such an act was disgraceful while she was just a middle-layer member of the Dark Sect, and the Heavenly Dao had warned about exposure.

With a pointed finger, the Heavenly Immortal Realm all unleashed.

She annihilated him, and smoothed over the elder's body and soul in the indignant, angry roars of the elder as if squashing an ant.

A wild sense of vindication almost urged Zhi Hui to dance in the pool.

Yet upon returning to her residence at the Dark Sect headquarters, words appeared on the copper mirror.

[You failed; he is still alive. Cultivate intently.]

Then, no further instructions came from the Heavenly Dao.

She couldn't believe it; that elder was indeed crushed by her unless she targeted the wrong person, he surely couldn't have survived!

Zhi Hui, feeling unfulfilled, sought answers from the Heavenly Dao Stele, but it just issued tasks and contribution points, not even a single additional word.

In the following days, Zhi Hui wallowed for a long stretch of Time.

In her rebirth, the Heavenly Dao granted her a Treasure Body suitable for cultivation, advancing to Golden Immortal was just a step away; later, most men competing with her for the Vice Sect Hierarch had shared some years of pleasure with her.

She ascended to the coveted position.

Those cultivators who were from her contemporaries, vanished quietly without entering the Golden Immortal Realm.

Gradually, nobody remembered or dared mention Zhi Hui's previous waywardness, and various desires gradually receded, her heart focused on one concern.

Why didn't that person die?

She vaguely remembered that during his tribulation, it was in an Immortal Forbidden land bereft of spiritual energy, while the Dark Sect steers clear of Immortal Forbidden lands.

Then, an odd directive appeared from the Heavenly Dao Stele…

"Master, master?"

A maid gently called her.

"Hmm," Zhi Hui snapped out of it, glancing at the copper mirror before her, which bore no words.

The maid reported, "The Four Sect Leaders sent a Jade Talisman, requesting you to visit the Feather God Palace immediately."

"Understand, prepare the sedan chair."

"Yes."

Two maids flew away like streaks of light.

Zhi Hui gazed into the copper mirror, wherein three figures seemed to emerge.

That Mahayana Cultivator fearlessly facing heavenly tribulation;

The elder walking leisurely towards the Immortal gate;

That Human Race Immortal gazing towards the Sky Dome before the enormous fireball;

The three figures gradually overlapped.

Crash!

The copper mirror shattered under Zhi Hui's palm.

She squinted slightly, her expression soon regaining normalcy, rising and walking towards the wardrobe nearby, to select a fitting long skirt for herself.

'Heavenly Dao, I won't let you down again.'