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

Clang—

Clang—

The melodious sound of bells suddenly echoed through Hope Immortal Valley. More than a dozen teams of disciples flew out from below, and brilliant immortal light illuminated all directions of the canyon. Bronze square platforms slowly emerged from below, gradually forming an even larger square platform in the air.

What's going on?

Wang Daoren, who was discussing tactics with Mudan using his alien soul, was also drawn by the commotion. His consciousness returned to his main body, and he opened his eyes to observe the scene.

"What's happening?"

"It seems the disciples' competition is starting early?"

"Is Hope Immortal Valley afraid? Those demonic cultivators haven't even shown their faces yet, so why are they starting the competition?"

"Perhaps they fear the disciples being harmed by the demonic path. It's only natural. No matter how powerful those demonic cultivators are, how dare they show off in front of so many fellow Daoists? It's destined to be all thunder and no rain."

"I was hoping to watch the excitement... Seeing the new generation of Hope Immortal Valley isn't bad either."

The surrounding cultivators discussed amongst themselves.

Wang Ji Xuan pondered slightly, feeling somewhat relieved.

Due to the information gap, he was unaware that someone from Tianluo was already assisting the righteous cultivators of this realm.

It was just that too few people had come, so Mudan hadn't detected them yet.

'Senior Uncle is as decisive as ever.'

'Starting the competition early will throw the demonic path into disarray, making it easier for them to expose their flaws.'

Wang Daoren, viewing the situation through a certain filter, silently gave his own Senior Uncle a thumbs up.

And there wasn't much Wang Ji Xuan could do, only to lightly instruct Mudan:

"First-level combat mobilization."

The first base immediately became lively.

The scale of the mobilization there was dozens of times more spectacular than the Hope Immortal Valley disciples' competition.

Now, back to Wang Ji Xuan's main body.

Murong Zheng Yi had specifically ordered his female guard to pack a lot of food, arranging it fully on the cloud platform, and was now inviting:

"Senior Uncle, please come and have something to eat with the two immortals. It just so happens that Hope Immortal Valley has started the disciples' competition early."

"Oh? Why start early?"

"According to them, it's probably to avoid the demonic cultivators' sharp edge."

Murong Zheng Yi respectfully offered a pair of jade chopsticks.

Wang Ji Xuan smiled and accepted them, slowly picking up delicious dishes and placing them in the empty bowl next to him.

Amina immediately floated over, smiling as she picked up the bowl and chopsticks.

"Don't just eat, use your sensory circuits to detect danger."

"Okay."

Amina replied while busy.

Xiao Hua Ting, on the other hand, was much more sensible, running to the other side of Wang Ji Xuan to kneel and pour tea and wine for her master and soon-to-be-mistress sisters.

Murong Zheng Yi tactfully went to the side, inviting three or five friends to sit and feast together.

Someone asked Murong Zheng Yi who this was, and Murong Zheng Yi just vaguely said:

"My Senior Uncle, here to protect my little life. Everyone, please don't disturb Senior Uncle, his cultivation is incredibly profound."

The other 'young' cultivators were also tactful, not making loud noises or looking too much at the women on this side.

Before long, the arena had been set up, and the disciples who had flown to the periphery began inviting guests to come forward to watch the ceremony.

Because the competition had started early, some guests hadn't had time to arrive, so four-tenths of the surrounding cloud platforms were empty. In the past, they would naturally have waited for the guests, but today they didn't wait. A man and a woman, two Hope Immortal Valley elders, flew to the center of the arena.

Two square platforms filled with Hope Immortal Valley's young disciples slowly rose from below.

One by one, 'truly young' men and women were ready and eager to try. They were young and still had a burning passion.

If nothing unexpected happened, this arena was built for them.

Unfortunately, the unexpected was already in progress.

"These disciples have good spirits."

Wang Daoren commented in a mature manner.

Amina picked up a peanut-sized spirit fruit, chewing with her mouth covered, her bright eyes blinking a few times, and whispered, "Can I transform? It's a bit restrained eating like this."

"Transform, you are free. We don't have such rules in our family."

Poof!

Amina's figure suddenly shortened.

Number Five, absent for many years, reappeared!

She giggled, her big eyes smiling into crescent moons, and immediately sat down, rolled up her sleeves, and began to eat with both hands, creating a whirlwind.

"The food here is so delicious!"

"Wow! The ingredients used are all nourished by spiritual power! This is too extravagant! Why didn't we think of processing ingredients like this before!"

"Wow! You try this barbecue! If you don't eat it, I will! Following you was the right choice!"

Several black lines appeared on Wang Ji Xuan's forehead.

At a certain moment, the little spark of desire ignited by Amina's large form was directly... shattered...

However, Wang Daoren was ultimately gentle, and certain places in his heart were instead touched.

He smiled and said, "Eat slowly. If you need more, I'll have Nephew Zheng Yi buy some for you."

"Okay! Buy more!"

"Do you only listen to the second half of what I say?"

Wang Ji Xuan threw a storage ring to Murong Zheng Yi, whose female guard had already stood up and flown out.

Murong Zheng Yi smiled and said, "Thank you for the reward, Senior Uncle!"

Wang Ji Xuan smiled with narrowed eyes, feeling more favorable towards this young man.

Looking at the arena, the two Hope Immortal Valley stewards, one male and one female, greeted in all directions, and then began to announce the lines in a loud voice.

Basically, it was something like, 'The autumn is crisp, the sun is bright, fellow Daoists have come from afar to watch the ceremony, which is truly the honor of our Hope Immortal Valley...' and so on.

It's been the same routine for many years.

Fortunately, the two of them didn't ramble for too long, only about half an hour, and then they announced the rules of the competition and began to arrange for the two hundred or so disciples to draw lots.

Xiao Na (Amina's small form) was also attracted by the commotion on the stage, carefully watching the young disciples ascend the square platform.

She poked Wang Ji Xuan's arm with her elbow.

"Hey, darling!"

"Cough," Wang Ji Xuan, who was drinking tea, almost choked to death, "Yes, what is it?"

Xiao Na transmitted her voice: "Where's your Senior Sister?"

"What, what Senior Sister?"

"The Senior Sister you missed back then," Xiao Na muttered, "Mudan told me, when you were injured and unconscious, you called out 'Senior Sister' more than a dozen times."

Wang Ji Xuan: ...

"Don't guess wildly, I only have one ex in the entire universe, and also in all of space-time."

"Oh, don't be nervous, it's a small problem. I don't mind that you're old, and I don't mind that you're experienced. Your rich past can also accumulate enough rich positions."

"Cough!"

Wang Ji Xuan silently covered his chest.

Give him back his beautiful, peerless, cold, and well-behaved beauty!

"Senior Sister also said it more than a dozen times,唷."

Xiao Na's big eyes remained crescent-shaped, her small mouth munching non-stop.

Fortunately, the drums had already started beating in front, and the first group of disciples had begun to compete.

"Watch the fighting, watch the fighting. Back then, I was also on this stage, enjoying the attention of the crowd. It was very comfortable."

"How comfortable? Tell me in detail!"

Xiao Na decided to let him off the hook.

After all, this person is indeed quite honest.

...

The disciples' fighting was indeed quite entertaining.

In fact, when cultivation reaches a certain level, fighting involves the mobilization of hundreds of miles of spiritual energy, and the attacks launched are dazzling.

Unlike these disciples around the Foundation Establishment and Core Formation stages, even if they exert all their strength, they cannot shake the surrounding protective array.

Hope Immortal Valley is known for its spells, with many wonderful techniques.

However, in order to save their mana and prepare for subsequent battles, most disciples rely on their magic treasures and instruments to fight.

Since ancient times, sword cultivators have been the most handsome. Soon, there were two sword cultivators who matched the Qingping Art with sword songs, causing the surrounding audience to discuss and praise them.

Some nosy people cheered and applauded enthusiastically.

There were also cultivators who wanted to curry favor with Hope Immortal Valley, or who wanted to show off their knowledge. Whenever there was a fight below, they would explain the moves used by the disciples below.

Back and forth, it was quite lively here.

Wang Ji Xuan listened and watched with a smile, while the little beauty beside him occasionally popped up life-or-death questions, making him sweat a little.

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Thus, the conference proceeded smoothly for two hours.

More than forty Hope Immortal Valley disciples had taken the stage, and even immortal seedlings who were less than thirty years old and already in the late stage of the Golden Core realm had appeared.

The atmosphere in the arena gradually became heated under the cheers of the surrounding audience.

It seemed that Hope Immortal Valley would become the number one sect in the world tomorrow.

Wang Ji Xuan remained calm on the surface, but in reality, he was carefully observing everything.

Senior Uncle Taiye and the group of experts seemed to still be eating and drinking in the main hall. According to convention, these righteous giants would only show up to watch the ceremony when the disciples' competition reached the semi-finals and finals stages.

There was no fun for them to watch ordinary disciples pecking at each other.

But beneath the peace and joy, Wang Ji Xuan smelled a trace of something unusual.

These experts were all dispelling their alcohol.

The disciples who continued to serve wine were also gone.

The Hope Immortal Valley, which had been quite lively, suddenly became too quiet, as if all the liveliness had shifted to the arena above.

Hmm?

Wang Ji Xuan suddenly noticed that several disciples were walking hurriedly in the corner, disappearing into a wall.

What a hidden passage.

Was there such an escape route before?

Wang Daoren was a little curious, and followed with a wisp of his Nascent Soul power, and soon his face showed understanding.

It was an escape tunnel made from the array base maintenance passage of the mountain protection array.

He could see a group of disciples with relatively low cultivation levels being transferred underground to a safe spot in the distance, with several outer elders responsible for the reception.

'In that case, Senior Uncle Taiye must have believed what I said.'

Wang Daoren smiled first, then became a little worried.

'Is Senior Uncle Taiye too easy to trust others? Could it be that he recognized my voice?'

Care leads to chaos; it's always been this way.

Sizzle, sizzle.

"Boss, to the northwest, about ten thousand miles away, a dark cloud has appeared. This cloud contains a large number of demonic cultivators, but they are all from this realm."

Mu Dan's voice came through the hidden earpiece:

"According to my initial observation, there are about seven Mahayana cultivators, eleven Tribulation Transcenders, and less than twenty Integration Realm cultivators... Seems like all the high-end combat power of the demonic cultivators in this realm? They've brought enough cannon fodder, though."

"Oh, right, they have quite a few Golden Core cultivators, several hundred."

Wang Jixuan: …

Demonic cultivators are like this: rapid progress in the early stages, constant bottlenecks in the middle stages, and in the later stages…

Most demonic cultivators don't have later stages.

The biggest reason Wang Jixuan resisted falling into demonic practices was that demonic cultivators were extremely prone to Qi Deviation in the later stages.

Many great demons were arrogant for a time, but the orthodox sects didn't even need to bother to exterminate them; they would self-destruct.

This group of demonic cultivators had already been beaten to a pulp by the orthodox sects. If it weren't for the fact that completely eliminating them would require too much effort, and the orthodox sects tended to become scattered when there wasn't much pressure…

Wang Jixuan calmly said, "This really is all the demonic cultivators in this realm have left."

Mu Dan: "So weak."

"Good always triumphs over evil; this is the natural state of the world."

"I'll keep an eye on them," Mu Dan said with a grin. "We've already made all the combat preparations here, but large-scale weapons of mass destruction aren't suitable to be used here."

"Let's see how it goes. The orthodox path isn't completely without the power to fight back."

"Okay."

Mu Dan agreed and was about to close the communication when she exclaimed, "They're starting to gather! A large number of Dark Followers are starting to gather underground! My satellite matrix can't be wrong. The units where energy is converging are constantly moving. They're going to launch a sneak attack from underground!"

"Can we set up a minefield underground?"

"Not enough time, and the weapons we use have severely limited power underground. They have the greatest destructive power in the atmosphere. These individuals are all humans, not large targets."

Wang Jixuan pondered for a moment: "Then, when they approach the midline of the straight-line distance, we'll launch an offensive from underground first."

"We launch an offensive?"

"Yes, drop a few nukes to blow them up a bit. The commotion should be big, preferably enough to shock them and also let the cultivators here notice the situation over there."

"Yes, they've just started gathering. We should be able to launch a few bunker-buster missiles in time using the fastest missile carriers."

"When they start fighting here, I'll open the second gate of subspace."

"Understood."

The two ended their communication.

Wang Jixuan stood up tall.

The surrounding gazes immediately fell on him.

Wang Jixuan seemed to wake up from a dream. The tense expression on his face was replaced by a slight smile. He turned his head and asked, "Nephew Zheng Yi, where is the restroom?"

"Uh, it's in the back…"

Wang Jixuan nodded and floated towards the direction pointed out by Murong Zheng Yi with his hands behind his back.

Murong Zheng Yi and several friends beside him looked at each other.

"Such an expert still needs to relieve himself?"

"Perhaps he finds the duels of these junior disciples too boring and is taking a stroll."

Murong Zheng Yi turned his head and glanced at the shrunken Amina, as well as Gao Huating, who was watching the duels on the stage with rapt attention and bright eyes, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

Is this senior alright?

Huh? Why did the sky suddenly become gloomy?

Murong Zheng Yi looked up, but the crowd had already begun to stir.

"The west! Look at the west!"

"Demonic energy fills the sky!"

"The Demonic Sect is here!"

On the arena, in the stands, and on the thousands of various treasure ships floating around the periphery, countless cultivators stood up at the same time, looking at the large patches of dark clouds arching from the west.

A rough voice like a thunderclap rang out:

"Good, good, good! Taiye, you old thief, are you afraid? You're actually bringing the competition forward, not wanting our disciples to participate!"

"Why not have a grand competition between orthodox and demonic disciples today! Let's see who has cultivated their disciples better, hahaha! Ah! My eye!"

The voice suddenly stopped laughing and hiccuped.

The technique of transmitting sound over thousands of miles was still active, and the man immediately lost face, roaring in the depths of the clouds: "Who! Which bastard ambushed me!"

Deep in the clouds, an old man with a head of blood-red hair covered his left eye, blood dripping down from the corner of his eye. A silver needle was stuck in his eyelid.

The injury wasn't serious and wouldn't make him blind, but it was quite insulting.

Underground, Wang Jixuan quietly watched this scene unfold.

He was intentionally provoking the other party to attack directly, not giving the Dark Followers a window to gather.