Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone-Chapter 1423 - 648: Despair Abyss_2

"We have another matter to discuss with you."

"The creator of the powerful Mechanical Civilization, father and god."

"Another matter?" Wang Jixuan asked with a frown, "Could it be that once this ship crashes through the Immortal Realm, we use Mu Dan's super fleet to blast apart this Ship of the End?"

"Yes."

"Stop the tragedy from spreading."

"Immortal Realm not dead, Heavenly Dao not extinguished; Heavenly Dao not extinguished, Po Luo lives forever."

"Moreover, Po Luo is also carrying out his evil plan."

"You wanting to save the Immortal Realm is just a naïve delusion, but now, we can help you, as long as you agree to this matter for us."

"We only have twelve Residual Spirits who cannot directly confront them, but we can slow their thoughts and divide a portion of their powers; once your Mechanical Civilization approaches the point of ascension, you can acquire the power to destroy the Ship of the End and even the entire Immortal Realm."

"This is our condition."

"Agree with us, and we will submit; refuse, and you may choose to return early—though they would gladly arrive at the Immortal Realm decades ahead of schedule. Those final decades are indeed an ordeal for them."

"Don't forget."

Twelve monsters spoke simultaneously, their eyes gleaming eerily, saying in unison:

"We feed on the emotions of living beings."

…

Wang Jixuan quietly left the Despair Abyss and returned to his quarters, lying on his bed and began to zone out.

The trickiness of these Residual Spirits of Daluo Golden Immortals surpassed him greatly.

He was deep in contemplation;

In the Second Base, however, everyone was exceptionally busy.

Outside, the battle was already underway.

Po Luo seemed to have sensed something, suddenly issuing orders to intensify the offensive, with the Hundred Races Immortal Soldiers nearly coming out in full force; the remaining Seven Immortal Palaces of the Immortal Realm were all drawn into this war.

Mu Dan was assisting Fu Jian in accessing the command system of the Second and Third Bases.

They used the simplest method—letting Fu Jian wear 'Mu Dan's skin' to smoothly enter the operational command system.

The fleet Fu Jian brought was entering the Second Base, undergoing alterations and disassembly.

Some ships were too outdated, suitable only as salvaged materials.

Now, the only experts guarding this place were a few old golden immortals of the Thousand Generation Alliance, along with Bai Gu who was always ready to assist.

The momentum of this battle was immense; Sword Nine and Luoshan Hermit must also enter the fray.

Mu Dan speculated that Wang Jixuan was making moves aboard the Ship of the End, and Po Luo might, through certain channels, learn of this matter.

Few within the Immortal Realm could sense the awareness of the Ship of the End, but Po Luo was definitely one of them.

Now, Po Luo's two greatest threats were their super fleet and the Ship of the End—the latter posed hundreds of times the threat to Po Luo.

How could Po Luo not keep an eye on the Ship of the End?

Moreover, what Wang Jixuan was doing would inevitably impact the future of the Immortal Realm.

Future changes would also alert the Heavenly Dao.

Thus, Mu Dan was eighty percent sure that Po Luo's sudden order for the Hundred Races to wage war against the Human Race was most likely because he observed the anomaly within the Ship of the End.

And in fact…

Po Luo was now dark-faced, seated in the deep and empty 'Chariot Palace,' one of his two faces tense, the other somber.

Sad Po Luo quivered as he spoke: "They're coming! They're coming over! What shall we do? Damned! Wang Jixuan actually became a crew member of the Ship of the End! It must be they who rescued Wang Jixuan! What shall we do!"

Fierce Po Luo cursed, "Shut up!"

"I won't shut up! I won't shut up! Those monsters, lunatics, the undead! They'll devour us! We'll be torn to pieces by them! Let's quickly escape, leave the Immortal Realm, leaving the Immortal Realm we can survive, weren't we trying to escape when we found the opportunity to separate from the Heavenly Dao Mother?"

Sad Po Luo cried out continuously.

Fierce Po Luo remained silent.

At this moment, no one was permitted to approach the palace as one of Po Luo's two consciousnesses was nearing complete breakdown.

Po Luo discovered Wang Jixuan aboard the Ship of the End through changes in the image of the future.

Po Luo didn't know how Wang Jixuan achieved this point;

There were many possibilities, but he was too lazy to speculate.

Now he must make a decision.

To flee, to be far away from the Immortal Realm, to stage a fake death—although he would lose Heavenly Dao's authority, he could later possess Daluo Golden Immortal level strength, and let his two personas independently separate.

To fight, using the spiritual energy accumulated in the Immortal Realm and the spiritual power he amassed over millions of years through the Heavenly Dao to fight to the death against the Ship of the End.

The Ship of the End intended to destroy the Immortal Realm, so the realm's living beings were bound to align with him—only the Human Race, ninety-nine percent of the Human Race, wouldn't obey his orders, and the arrogant Humans were bound to make a reckless decision.

——Eliminate both the Heavenly Dao Worm Po Luo and the Ship of the End.

Po Luo clearly knew this;

he had dealt with humans far too many times.

So now he can only find ways to weaken the Human Race, suppressing the power and confidence of the Humans to facilitate their subsequent union against the Ship of the End.

Now, the situation presented a variable he could not entirely control.

Wang Jixuan entered the Ship of the End!

Po Luo understood those Residual Spirits too well.

The only reason those Residual Spirits were still alive was due to hatred, boundless hatred that resonated with each other—the end of their hatred was he, the Heavenly Dao Will!

Po Luo's four eyes closed simultaneously, as scenes swept past.

A splendid high-dimensional world;

A group of rejected Daluo Golden Immortals;

Ordinary residents of the high-dimensional world acting at will;

The collapse of all today, the source of every cause, of every helplessness and tragedy, all originated from that failed attempt.

Indeed, he became the strange figure he was now, his persona fractured, and the perfect Dao Body given by the Heavenly Dao Mother shattered, due to that attempt.

"Sleep," Fierce Po Luo solemnly spoke.

Sad Po Luo smiled bitterly: "Can we still reach the other side?"

"Sleep!"

Fierce Po Luo growled.

Sad Po Luo sighed, slowly closing his eyes, as half his body like melting wax gradually merged into the Fierce Po Luo's side.

Dense Immortal Light enveloped the entire temple.

Moments later, a handsome man with a human torso and serpentine tail sat at the center of the temple, body slightly inclined, his left hand touching his cheek, a faintly cold smile etched on his lips.

"Wang Jixuan, what can you do after entering the Ship of the End? Just a bunch of beaten dogs."

"Hei Yao, it's time to test your results."

Within a closed small world, Hei Yao, staring blankly at the dense 'Mechanical Army' ahead, shuddered slightly, coming back to his senses as he heard this.

"So urgent?"

Hei Yao murmured with a frown, casually pressing a button nearby.

In an instant, the entire small world seemed to flow.

…

"Alas, this damned moral bottom line of mine."

Master Wang lay in his cottage, lightly sighing.

A stalk of dry grass dangled from his mouth, his eyes filled with helplessness.

Here was a place where lies couldn't be spoken—everyone could sense each other's inner voice, making heart and mouth unite a basic technique; not just him, those few 'leaders' were the same, part of the basic rules of this Ship of the End.

What could he do now?

Collaborating with those twelve Residual Spirits in Despair Abyss would grant him eligibility to join the table.

Not collaborating, and the situation remains dire.

Should he cooperate then?

But if he couldn't stop the Ship of the End, he'd become just another part of it—even if using the Mechanical Civilization to destroy the Ship, the Immortal Realm would still be ruined.

If the Immortal Realm was only the Hundred Races, that would be fine, but now he had friends there—he even had a sect, and so many innocent people.

He had to do something if he could;

After all, he was a legitimate Righteous Cultivator.

Hmm?

Righteous Cultivator?

Master Wang blinked, suddenly altering his train of thought.

People must learn to be adaptable.

Just like when he first awoke on Earth and the Blade Beasts pressed him hard, he could handle them with Devil Skills here and there.

Now, if he were a Demon Cultivator, how would he handle these Residual Spirits of Daluo Golden Immortals?

Devour one, refine it, acquire strength similar to theirs to devour a second one…wait, no, he must consider the possibility of being besieged—it requires reaching the level of the strongest Residual Spirits in one step…

Master Wang lay there, continuously pondering.

Just then, he suddenly felt an itch on his forehead, raising his hand to scratch it and suddenly heard a somewhat familiar voice calling by his ear.

"Hey? Can you hear me? Third life?"

The Three Realms Wanderer?!