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

It turned out that the demonic cultivators of this realm were causing trouble.

According to the discussion of the fellow Daoists around, it was roughly like this:

Two days ago, a demonic grandmaster joined hands and appeared, using their power to pressure Wangxian Valley, leaving behind a blood-hand stone tablet, and issuing a challenge. They said that this time, the Wangxian Valley disciple competition should be turned into a competition between the Daoist and Demonic families. There was no need to stop at a mere touch, and they would soon bring their disciples to show themselves.

The head of Wangxian Valley, Wang Jixuan's uncle-master, Daoist Taiye, widely issued invitations, and the righteous sects responded one after another, with a large number of experts emerging to come here.

In the eyes of many cultivators, the righteous path has always been stronger than the demonic path in this world.

Even if some demonic geniuses occasionally emerged, stirring up storms in local areas, they would be suppressed by the righteous path's strong foundation.

What kind of foundation?

Naturally, it was the Mahayana experts of each family.

Except for that young reckless man six hundred years ago, most Mahayana experts would try to overcome the Heavenly Tribulation in the second half of their lifespan, to experience the beauty of the mortal world more.

There were rumors that a dozen or so demonic sects had gathered together to plot some conspiracy, and various old demons had appeared one after another, seemingly planning something big.

Unexpectedly, they chose Wangxian Valley, which had strong strength, to strike first.

The righteous sects shared the same hatred and responded to every call. A large number of righteous cultivators flocked here, and experts from more than a dozen righteous sects all arrived.

However…

After Wang Jixuan heard about this, a sense of unease arose in his heart.

There must be someone behind this demonic path!

Are they jumping out to cause trouble on their own?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

This must be the Dark Church leading behind the scenes, letting the local demonic sects jump out first, gradually triggering a war between the righteous and demonic paths, and then they will appear and sweep across this world.

According to Peony's detection, the Dark Church is still gathering people. Wang Jixuan did not expect the other party to act so early.

How to avoid this?

Or rather, how to counterattack the Dark Church?

Wang Jixuan thought constantly with his hands behind his back, frowning slightly, his expression serious.

Amina on the side didn't care, appreciating the scenery of the clouds and mountains everywhere, and feeling the spectacle of thousands of cultivators gathering.

That Murong Zhengyi hurried back and stood on the treasure ship, cupping his hands to Wang Jixuan and quickly saying what Wang Jixuan had already found out.

Murong Zhengyi said in a low voice: "Senior, I didn't expect the Demonic Sect to come and make trouble!"

"This is the purpose of my coming here, to remind them that the Demonic Sect is going to cause trouble."

Wang Jixuan shook his head:

"Unexpectedly, I was half a step late… It doesn't matter, let's come here to watch the ceremony normally first. I'll use your Murong family's name to hide for a while."

"Later, as long as those demonic people come to make trouble, if the righteous path is defeated, I will naturally come forward to help."

There was much emotion in Murong Zhengyi's eyes.

He seemed to have received great spiritual encouragement, holding his head high, nodding solemnly, his voice could be lowered, but his expression could not hide his excitement: "Junior is willing to contribute a little bit of light! I will ask my father to send the experts from the clan over right now!"

After saying that, Murong Zhengyi took out the message jade talisman, wrote a few lines of large characters with a swoosh, and threw the jade talisman into the high sky.

The jade talisman turned into a beam of light and quickly disappeared.

"Senior, this way please. Let's go find the Wangxian Valley fairy who is in charge of reception and ask them to arrange a forward grandstand seat for us."

"Well, call me Uncle-Master next, don't expose me."

"Yes."

……

Daoist Wang's impression of this guy Murong Zhengyi was not bad.

The other party understood the rules, knew how to advance and retreat, and also had a passion. The youthful spirit and the sense of justice that a righteous cultivator should have perfectly converged on him.

The so-called grandstand was actually the cliff tops on the north and south sides of the canyon.

Hundreds of small cloud platforms had already been set up here, each cloud platform could accommodate a few people, a dozen people to sit together.

Those who could get on the cloud platform must be well-known righteous cultivators.

Later, a huge grandstand would rise from the valley, level with the cliff tops on both sides, and the disciple competition would be held on this grandstand.

According to the practice of the cultivation world, many loose cultivator experts would come forward on the day of the competition. If they were in the Golden Core realm, they could also enter the rear of the grandstand to watch the ceremony.

Most of these major sect disciple competitions were held once every ten or twenty years. It was an excellent opportunity to show the sect's strength and demonstrate the sect's demeanor. If the disciples participating in the competition were amazingly talented, they could take this opportunity to make a name for themselves.

For example, Daoist Wang back then.

The corner of the first row of cloud platforms.

Wang Jixuan was sitting in a soft couch, Amina and Gao Huating were sitting opposite each other in the corner of the cloud platform playing chess, Murong Zhengyi and the two beautiful ladies he brought were sitting respectfully beside him.

Men mostly sat cross-legged, while women mostly knelt and sat.

Wang Jixuan looked at the scene in front of him, and his heart was also full of emotion.

In the beginning, he was in a similar scene—the audience for that disciple competition was not as many as today, but it could be regarded as being under the witness of various experts, fighting all the way to the last arena with one person, one sword, and at the age of sixteen, he narrowly lost to a senior sister in her thirties.

Mainly because his head got hot at the time and he used all kinds of Dao techniques, and he didn't know how to save mana.

At that time, he was also famous all over the world.

Later, he had no chance to participate in the competition.

Because at the age of twenty-six, he was already a high-level deacon in the sect, his cultivation was too high, exceeding the requirements of the disciple competition, and he had no choice but to become a referee.

Daoist Wang slowly closed his eyes.

Wandering in the void, free and unrestrained, the three realms of heaven and earth, I come and go as I please, go!

A wisp of extremely faint phantom flew out from his brow.

This phantom floated forward, easily entering the mountain wall next to it, without attracting anyone's attention.

Murong Zhengyi saw that Wang Jixuan was meditating with his eyes closed, and he didn't dare to disturb him too much. He began to discuss with some aristocratic children how to act in the future, and how to hug each other in case of emergency, and so on.

Let's say that Daoist Wang's wisp of primordial spirit came out of his body and entered the Wangxian Valley's mountain protection formation with ease.

Wangxian Valley is different from other immortal sects, the higher the cultivation level, the higher they live;

Most of the elders of Wangxian Valley have their own courtyards in the valley, only the disciples, deacons, and outer sect handymen live in the pavilions and caves on the surrounding cliffs.

The entire valley is full of greenery;

Six hundred years have passed, and there has been no change.

Wang Jixuan's wisp of primordial spirit passed through four layers of formations and had already reached the inner sect of Wangxian Valley.

In the courtyards everywhere, you could see the young disciples who were making the final preparations for the competition, and you could look up and see the deacons flying around arranging the arena.

Wang Jixuan sensed dozens of powerful auras, right in the center of the valley.

There was a magnificent hall with doors on all four sides, where most of the righteous experts gathered, sitting at seven or eight tables, talking and laughing happily.

Wang Jixuan's primordial spirit stopped outside the hall, not daring to enter easily.

He observed carefully.

One old Taoist or old woman with a childlike face and crane hair, and an ethereal spirit, were either drinking and having fun, or drinking tea and chatting, very leisurely.

They did not know about the Dark Church, nor did they know that the Heavenly Dao had extended its tentacles to this Minor Realm. The righteous path itself was much stronger than the demonic path, so this kind of relaxation was also reasonable.

Wang Jixuan saw the old man sitting in the main seat, and his eyes flickered slightly.

Uncle-Master is old.

After Master's death, Uncle-Master has always taken care of me. If Uncle-Master hadn't withstood the pressure for me, the elders would not have easily let me try the Heavenly Tribulation.

Uncle-Master is now also an expert in the late stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm, not far from Mahayana, but his lifespan seems to be a little unsustainable.

'If he can't step into Mahayana, try to break through that Heavenly Tribulation, I'm afraid it will be a great regret for the Headmaster Uncle-Master.'

However, cultivation is like this, a slight difference is a slight difference, and elixirs are also difficult to reverse the situation.

The table where Headmaster Uncle-Master was sitting was full of righteous giants.

There were old monks with eyebrows over their shoulders, fairies as cold as ice, and old beggars who looked a little sloppy and unrestrained;

The two Mahayana Supreme Elders and four Tribulation Transcending Elders of Wangxian Valley were all accompanying them in various places, one at each table, responsible for greeting, answering, and enlivening the atmosphere.

The elders of Wangxian Valley kept bringing fine wine and delicacies, rotating from table to table.

'Looking at them like this, they won't be able to finish eating for days and nights.'

'The bad habits of the cultivation world.'

Wang Jixuan licked his lips.

It wasn't that he was greedy, mainly because he considered that Amina and Xiaohua Ting liked to eat, eat, eat. If he showed his cultivation, maybe he could let them in for a big meal.

However, considering the suddenness and convenience of the subsequent attack, Wang Jixuan still dispelled the idea of ​​taking the initiative to show up.

How to remind them?

Wang Jixuan thought carefully for a moment, and finally decided to use the most stupid but also the most practical method.

"Headmaster Taiye? Headmaster Taiye?"

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Daoist Taiye, who was drinking and boasting with the fellow Daoists, was stunned.

He glanced left and right. The members of the top ten strongest righteous paths were all at the same table, and no one noticed anything unusual at the moment.

"Headmaster Taiye, don't make a sound, this poor Taoist is a Tianluo cultivator, specially here to remind Headmaster Taiye.

"This demonic cultivator is not acting on a whim, but is supported by the Dark Church. The Dark Church has sent dozens of Red Dust Loose Immortals, dozens of Mahayana, and hundreds of Integration experts to this realm, intending to carry out a slaughter."

"Please prepare early, don't wait for the Dark Church's butcher knife to fall, it will be too late to regret."

"If you want to seek a glimmer of hope, you should take thunderous measures against the demonic cultivators unexpectedly, to prevent them from merging inside and outside, and their momentum will be difficult to resist."

"This poor Taoist will take a step first."

After Wang Jixuan transmitted the sound, this wisp of primordial spirit clung to the door frame, quietly observing Uncle-Master Taiye's reaction.

I saw Uncle-Master Taiye frowning slightly, pondering for a while, and continuing to exchange cups with these righteous experts at the same table, only with some doubts in his eyes.

Sure enough, it is difficult to convince people with just this kind of sound transmission.

Then what to do?

Call Uncle-Master Taiye out?

There are so many experts here, wouldn't that directly expose me, maybe there are still spies from the Dark Church here…

This wisp of primordial spirit quietly returned to the main body.

Wang Jixuan opened his eyes on the Yuntai Platform, frowning as he looked down at the valley below, where only layers of immortal light could be seen.

Out of selfish motives, Wang Jixuan was unwilling to witness Immortal Valley fall under the butcher's knife of the Dark Sect.

He had given the reminders that needed to be given.

What other methods could he use to make them more vigilant?

Wang Jixuan pondered rapidly, quickly realizing that he seemed to have entered a dead end, and couldn't even think of the simplest solution.

Why not just throw a projection orb, capture a bird's-eye view of the northwest direction, and show it to them directly?

'Perhaps this is a case of being too concerned,' he thought.

Daoist Wang lightly raised his eyebrows, and then switched his consciousness to the Other-Soul Puppet.

His Other-Soul Puppet was currently staying in the First Base, directly contacting Mudan to arrange matters there.

A moment later, two high-speed drones equipped with optical stealth were launched, and would arrive at the surface in about three hours.

In fact, if Wang Jixuan had his Other-Soul here, he could rely on its cultivation to eavesdrop on the voice transmissions of these Mahayana and Tribulation Transcending experts, which might put his mind at ease.

It wasn't as if they were unprepared here.

In fact, this group of experts gathered here knew far more than he thought.

…

During the banquet.

Taiye carefully pondered the voice transmission he had just heard, and a subtle feeling arose in his heart.

One was that he felt the voice transmission was very familiar.

The other was…

How did another Celestial Arcanum cultivator appear?

Old Tai, why are you so distracted?

The old beggar, his mouth full of greasy food, said with a chuckle:

"Worried about what's to come?"

The icy-cold woman next to him reminded via voice transmission: "Voice transmission."

So the seven or eight experts at the main table resumed their voice transmissions, continuing their superficial pleasantries.

Taiye pondered for a few moments: "To choose this event to occur at my Daoist sect is disingenuous to say that I'm not worried. Just the thought of how many of my disciples might be injured or killed makes me uneasy."

"Amitabha," the old monk sighed, "Once the competition begins, we can arrange for the younger disciples to evacuate first."

"While that's true, we still can't let the other side become suspicious."

"Senior Brother Tai, we will never forget the contributions that Hope Immortal Valley has made to the orthodox path. Now that the world is in peril, the extraterrestrial demons are coming on fiercely. Even with the secret assistance of the immortal emissaries, we only have a 30-40% chance of winning. We must use a surprise attack."

"Alas, this is our only chance. We'll be forced to passively take a beating afterward."

Taiye asked: "How are the experts from the various families arriving?"

"Senior Brother Tai, rest assured, everything has been arranged properly."

"We've concealed seventy percent and revealed thirty percent. This should entice those demonic cultivators to send more experts over. As soon as they arrive, the grand formation will be activated to trap them, and then we'll go on a killing spree!"

"Don't be too hasty," Taiye instructed. "We must first force the other side to show themselves. According to those Celestial Arcanum experts, the extraterrestrial demons are quite numerous. If we can lure their vanguard into the formation, we may increase our chances of winning by another ten percent."

The others nodded, either stroking their beards in contemplation or smiling with flowers in hand, as they continued to discuss.

After thinking it over, Taiye decided to share the voice transmission he had just received with the other Daoist friends present.

The expressions of the others changed slightly after listening, and they began to transmit their voices to each other.

"Isn't this wrong? How can there be a second group of experts claiming to be from the Celestial Arcanum?"

"Is this person telling the truth? A dozen loose immortals of the mortal realm? What are we even fighting for then? When those previous Celestial Arcanum experts contacted us, didn't they say that those extraterrestrial demons called Dark Sect disciples were only three to five mortal realm immortals and a few hundred Integration Realm cultivators? How is it that the number has more than doubled out of thin air?!"

"Could it be that the Dark Sect has sent reinforcements?"

"Is this second batch of Celestial Arcanum also reinforcements?"

"Damn it, could it be that we've been tricked by them? Why do the two batches of Celestial Arcanum seem unaware of each other's existence?"

The atmosphere at the banquet became more treacherous.

However, this group of experts were worthy of their reputation as giants of the orthodox path. They had struggled in this world for so many years, either controlling a region or having made a great name for themselves. They were not ordinary people.

"We can't let them lead us by the nose," Taiye made a decisive decision, "Advance the competition and force those demonic sect experts to show themselves. Now that we are fully prepared, we will catch them off guard!"

The others calculated and nodded in agreement.

"Should we also contact those Celestial Arcanum experts?"

"Just inform them. They also said before that the passage to this world was blocked by the Dark Sect, and they have limited manpower."

"It's better to rely on ourselves than to ask for help from others."

"We cultivators, protecting all living beings and sheltering our sects, rely entirely on our own Daoist cultivation. Let's fight openly and honestly!"

Taiye nodded decisively, immediately picked up his wine cup, and stood up tall.