Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone-Chapter 1257 - 574: The Secret of Bai Gu

Feng Zheng hesitated and picked up a few pieces of white bone.

He muttered softly, "I still want to gather some materials and see if I can refine a treasure sword. What do you need these for?"

"Researching how to enter that small world."

Wang Jixuan didn't hesitate, stuffing these few Immortal Bones into his sleeve and sending them to the Second Base.

He didn't know exactly what Mu Dan was planning, but supporting her was the right thing to do.

Mu Dan started working overtime on her experiments.

Feng Zheng lost the mood for meditation and began discussing the mysteries of the blood mist and white bones with Wang Jixuan.

Neither of them could make any sense of it.

In the eyes of the Immortals, such matters are exceedingly mysterious.

The origin of the blood mist is unknown, and the white bones seem to be condensed from the blood mist, with only a faint trace of Evil Qi present.

Even though there are spatial fluctuations when the blood mist appears, there are no spatial gateways.

Not to mention someone like Feng Zheng, a Heavenly Immortal Realm sword cultivator, not well-versed in Heaven and Earth Dao Skill;

——Heaven and Earth Dao Skill is usually something that is contemplated upon reaching the Golden Immortal Realm, with endless life expectancy.

Even someone like Wang Jixuan, who has a basic understanding of the Time Dao, couldn't explain a single principle of this phenomenon.

Mu Dan didn't keep them waiting too long.

Just a moment later;

"Boss, I have two pieces of news. Which do you want to hear first?"

"Let's start with the good news."

"The good news is that these white bones may be the most precious treasure within this ancient battlefield. I suggest we gather as much as possible before others realize the properties of the white bones. I can help you develop a set of Ghost Armor!"

Several question marks formed on Wang Jixuan's forehead.

He muttered, "What does that mean?"

"In any case, you should first send some Mechanical Bodies out, preferably without involving the Gun God Palace. Collect as much as you can!"

"Alright! And the bad news?"

"I can now confirm that this ancient battlefield will not integrate into the main world for hundreds of years without external intervention."

"Uh..."

Wang Jixuan smirked slightly, not saying much.

First, he transmitted a message to Luo Tianjin, saying he needed some white bone materials. After getting permission from the Golden Immortal, he pointed downwards from the Immortal Island.

A beam of light slipped downwards, condensing into a scroll, which slowly opened.

This is the Immortal Island of the Gun God Palace, naturally devoid of any random people below.

The scroll landed steadily, suspended three feet above the ground, projecting a five-zhang diameter elliptical vortex, from which Immortal Beetles flew out.

They swarmed into the sand layer, rapidly spreading out in all directions.

As there are too many Immortals present, and many are searching underground, Mu Dan didn't dare to open more Second Base entrances recklessly, using this scroll to release the 'miners.'"

For a moment, the scroll acted like an erupting well, with countless Immortal Beetles continuously pouring out.

This naturally attracted many immortal senses to investigate.

At this moment, the Broken Cloud Desert seemed calm, but undercurrents were surging; even a slight movement could attract the attention of several Golden Immortals.

However, after observing for a while and realizing that the beetles, though exquisite, posed no threat,

Most did not know what the Mechanical Demon was doing and did not act rashly.

Once the activity range and number of Immortal Beetles were vast enough, Mu Dan commanded them to begin collecting the targeted white bones.

Each Immortal Beetle picked up a piece of white bone and immediately retreated.

By the time other forces and Loose Cultivators reacted, all those white bones scattered within hundreds of miles had been collected by Wang Jixuan's Immortal Beetles.

In less than an hour, the scroll transformed into a beam of light and returned to Master Wang's palm.

In total, they collected over 136,000 pieces of white bone, a rather fruitful harvest.

Disciples from the Three Palaces had already gathered around him. Seeing Wang Jixuan put away the scroll, a disciple from the neighboring Immortal Palace asked:

"What is Brother Wang up to?"

"Those beetles do look quite cute, and they are purely mechanical creations, truly impressive!"

Wang Jixuan responded with a smile, saying he was just gathering more experimental materials.

Then he continued skiving with Feng Zheng in a corner, occasionally responding to Bai Ning's 'antics,' waiting for Mu Dan to produce scientific research results.

This time, Mu Dan's efficiency was not high.

Wang Jixuan waited for several hours until deep into the night, with the desert sky filled with stars, and still, Mu Dan hadn't responded.

This was actually quite unreasonable.

The Peony King is most skilled at conducting various complex simulations with limited 'real-world conditions,' deducing data through computation clusters, and quickly obtaining various results.

Yet today, Mu Dan seemed to be in some sort of delay, as if encountering some technical challenges.

Wang Jixuan did not rush her.

After all, his little assistant was already outstandingly excellent.

"A drink?"

Feeling a surge of interest, Feng Zheng invited while already handing a wine cup to Wang Jixuan with his right hand.

Smelling the aroma, Bai Ning and a graceful senior sister from the Gun God Palace floated over on a cloud, sitting cross-legged beside Wang Jixuan.

The two men and two women thus faced the desert, back to the Immortal Island, using starlight as snacks, drinking for pleasure.

Wang Jixuan took out the giant sword given by Master Sword Nine and released the Sword Spirit within.

The few watched Little Sang curiously.

Ordinary Sword Spirits are nurtured with the sword's spirituality into a consciousness similar to a human's;

But Little Sang was a powerful Spiritual Body confined within this sword.

Little Sang sighed faintly, her gaze gloomy, and spirit equally so, murmuring, "Why did you call me out? There's no enemy to fight."