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

#404 - Intuition [Please vote and subscribe]

Waves of spiritual energy emanated continuously from the battle between Wang Ji Xuan and the old man.

To ordinary people, these ripples might have seemed like mere streaks across the sky.

However, in the perception of spiritual cultivators and psionicists, it was as if two ferocious beasts were locked in a deadly struggle, their power clashing violently, drawing the planet's spiritual energy from the earth and atmosphere towards the epicenter of the conflict.

A battle between spiritual cultivators at their peak!

Such battles could typically devastate parts of a planet's surface.

However, whether it was spiritual cultivators or the abilities mastered by other civilizations, their combat power was capped at a certain limit: they could not cause permanent damage to planetary structures.

To crush a planet with a wave of the hand was the power of immortals.

To destroy a planet with the main cannon of a starship was the weapon might that only advanced civilizations could wield.

Of course, if time and cost were no object, the Yina civilization could have easily destroyed a planet back then.

The fierce battle between Wang Ji Xuan and the old man escalated into a fever pitch.

For the human side, they could only observe with various monitoring methods and were unable to offer any real assistance.

Human weapon systems primarily relied on high-energy laser beams for attacking individual targets.

But now, even if they could lock onto such a fast-moving individual with laser weapons, the lasers would not be able to penetrate the outermost layers of the opponent's spiritual energy shield.

The battle between the two gradually exceeded the upper limits of human comprehension.

Spiritual cultivators, using the power of core circuit resonance, controlled the forces of nature, capable of summoning wind and rain, commanding lightning and fire, and employing all sorts of bizarre and unfathomable methods.

For example, a punch that caused a slight distortion in the air, as if the spatial coefficient had been altered.

Or the projection of a spire above his head, with a vertical eye appearing on the spire, spewing out black beams stretching for dozens of kilometers.

Even more astonishingly, the old man could even transform his arm into a towering tree, smashing it wildly at Wang Ji Xuan.

If the old man's methods were still somewhat traceable,

then Wang Ji Xuan's display of power directly plunged them into the realm of mythology.

He had a sword, its light extending tens of thousands of meters, capable of cleaving open the bones of a King Beast with a vertical strike.

He had a spear, its shadow like a dragon raising its head, capable of shattering mountains, severing veins, and causing the Milky Way to fall.

He had array flags and formations, evolving boundless wind and thunder.

He had demonic flames raging to the heavens, with the roars of so-called 'righteous cultivators' seemingly echoing within the rolling black miasma.

However, even if ordinary humans didn't understand, they could still see that their black storm was more offensive than defensive, and the old man was gradually becoming more disheveled.

Unfortunately, the old man did not lose in a short time.

Although Wang Ji Xuan's offensive was fierce, the total amount of his internal mana was completely at a disadvantage compared to the total amount of spiritual energy in the old man's body.

Of course, these were two different systems and two different methods, so they could not be directly compared.

In general, Wang Ji Xuan had an advantage, but he didn't have time to turn that advantage into a victory, as more than a dozen spiritual cultivators had already rushed to this vicinity.

They were about to besiege Wang Ji Xuan.

Amina and Nielda Damon were about to show themselves to stop them, although they didn't know how to win with fewer people against more, they could at least delay them, and perhaps that would…

"Don't come over!"

Wang Ji Xuan's voice rumbled.

Amina was stunned.

Then, she saw a scene she had never witnessed in her past seventeen thousand Earth years.

Wang Ji Xuan, with his sword and spear, directly cleaved the gray-robed old man away, standing quietly in the air thousands of meters above.

More than a dozen figures appeared in all directions.

More than a dozen core circuits were resonating.

The spiritual energy on Earth was rapidly converging here.

An inexplicable power erupted from Wang Ji Xuan's body.

He stood with his head held high, his spear pointing diagonally, his sword behind his back, his figure seemingly descended from the nine heavens, looking down upon the beauty of the world.

"Hahahaha!"

Wang Ji Xuan laughed loudly, the spear emitting bursts of wailing, and the black dragon coiled upon it was slowly swimming.

"You can all come at me together!"

"If you want to know the secret of spiritual cultivators' immortality, then defeat me first!"

Immortality?

Amina was stunned, and then she understood what Wang Ji Xuan meant.

He was deliberately attracting the hatred of these spiritual cultivators.

Obsidian was able to subdue these spiritual cultivators for his own use by means of extending their lifespan and ancient psionic technologies such as the Elysium Canopy.

And at this moment, the so-called secret of immortality, spoken from the mouth of Wang Ji Xuan, this great pioneer and source of psionic energy, seemed so convincing…

Amina pursed her lips and clenched her fists, her nails almost digging into her flesh.

She was restraining her impulse to rush forward to help.

And Wang Ji Xuan's telepathic message had arrived:

"I'll hold them back, you go and try to take down a few Pillar Bladewings."

"If you can't, don't force it, then that's just humanity's fate in today's battle."

"Don't worry about me, I still have the move of burning my remnant soul, these old, weak, sick, and crippled ones can't force me to use it."

"But…"

Amina didn't have time to speak, as the space ahead almost twisted.

More than a dozen spiritual cultivators attacked at the same time.

Although half of them were old, they didn't have too many injuries, and some even launched incredibly powerful offensives, vowing to capture Wang Ji Xuan in their palms!

The battle power of two spiritual cultivators might not be able to effectively destroy a planet.

But more than a dozen…

If Wang Ji Xuan hadn't consciously pulled the battlefield to an altitude of several thousand meters, and if the human world had not been based on fortresses, then even dozens of large cities would have been directly destroyed by the aftermath of the battle.

The sky was occupied by colorful lights.

Amina watched from afar, suddenly raising her hands high and chanting rapidly, a beam of moonlight shining down on top of Wang Ji Xuan's head.

She didn't hesitate any longer, turning her icy face and returning with the silent Nielda Damon, turning and rushing towards the nearest Pillar Bladewing.

Wang Ji Xuan had drawn away this group of spiritual cultivators, fighting against many alone, and it was unknown how long he could last.

Humans were desperately fighting against the tide of beasts coming from all directions.

Now, only they could fight the Pillar Bladewings.

No.

Just as Amina rushed near the Pillar Bladewing she had locked onto, a super-large mecha released its camouflage and ran out from behind a small mountain, leading the mecha groups from all directions, charging madly towards the Pillar Bladewing.

Fu Jian's super-large mecha prototype!

In three directions, all three super-large mechas of the human camp had been simultaneously put into use.

Why keep firepower unused? Was it to give the Bladewings gun-flavored fodder?

Not only that.

In the rear positions of the Bladewing tide, in the southwest and northwest directions, a large number of mechanical bodies good at moving underground began to rush forward frantically.

They were organized and disciplined, searching for the empty Bladewing nests, or collecting resources, or eliminating larvae, strictly and flexibly executing their respective plans.

The fierce battle had fully begun.

The three major fortresses in space had been completely surrounded by flying Bladewings.

The immortal cultivators and spiritual cultivators in the sky were battling.

The super-large mechas and Pillar Bladewings on the ground were fighting.

The mechanical bodies and Bladewing groups underground were clashing.

No one knew if humans would see the sun tomorrow, but now, the rising sun was rising in the east.

…

"Impressive."

Obsidian stood with his hands behind his back on a mountain peak, looking out over most of the battlefield.

Behind Obsidian, an old man and an old woman stood quietly, as if closing their eyes to rest.

Yezi frowned beside Obsidian, watching the great battle in the sky.

Obsidian was observing the battle between Ling Tong's super-large mecha and a Pillar Bladewing in the shape of a 'sword dragon'.

Obsidian said with emotion: "When I last came to this civilization, it was so vulnerable. Science had not made a key breakthrough, and it could not even develop satellites or the moon. It was a typical pseudo-level one civilization. But now, how many years has it been? They can actually directly block Pillar Bladewings."

The old woman said in a low voice: "It's just blocking, the terror of the Pillar Bladewings lies in their recovery ability and reconstruction ability."

"That's not the same thing."

Obsidian said simply:

"Our spiritual cultivation civilization is standing on the shoulders of the Yina civilization, and has conquered and annexed many level one civilizations, and even some excellent civilizations that are higher than level one."

"And these humans here haven't even developed the energy on the planet, and can't even produce two grams of antimatter, but they have still developed to this level."

"Isn't this proof of the resilience of civilization! The human species is truly wonderful."

Yezi responded perfunctorily, nervously watching the great battle in the sky.

Her core circuit was still being supplied at the Antarctic base, and now only the 'Golden Core' was available, and there was still a distance and corresponding exercises needed to transform into a nascent soul.

Therefore, she could only barely see the great battle there.

Wang Ji Xuan's one-against-many seemed not to be at a disadvantage, but in fact, his position was repeatedly forced by the surrounding group of spiritual cultivators, and now he was essentially just delaying time.

The spiritual cultivators were very wary of the rolling demonic energy released by Wang Ji Xuan.

Now, they were both afraid that Wang Ji Xuan would run away, and afraid that they would rush up and be caught by Wang Ji Xuan and 'die together', so they didn't have much momentum.

Anyway, their mission was also to capture the great pioneer alive.

As for the deaths and injuries of the Bladewings and the civilization status of the area… that was not their concern.

These spiritual cultivators were also very tacit, they already had such a great advantage, so naturally they didn't want to sacrifice in vain, now they only needed to exhaust the 'spiritual energy' in Wang Ji Xuan's body, and they could be invincible.

Hei Yao sighed, "Tell me, if we gave these humans another hundred Earth years, what level could they reach? Would they give us some kind of shock...? Yezi? Yezi!"

"Huh?" Yezi turned her head and forced a smile. "Is Chief calling me?"

"Didn't you tell me to call you Yezi from now on? You even said your big brother liked that name."

Hei Yao clicked his tongue.

"I brought you here to observe the forms of war, not to watch your big brother display his divine power.

"Besides, haven't you figured it out yet?

"Your big brother schemed against you. This Wang Zheng is the Great Pioneer, but he's not your big brother.

"Whether it's the Great Pioneer or the Black Storm, they are both different stages of that cultivator's consciousness. In a sense, they should be on equal footing."

Hei Yao paused and looked around.

He muttered, "After integrating the information you gave me, I suddenly understand why I felt uneasy in my heart after arriving on this planet."

"Uneasy?"

Yezi knew Hei Yao's strength very well.

Whether in strategy or personal combat.

So, when she heard Hei Yao say he felt uneasy, her first reaction was one of 'absurdity'.

Hei Yao said, "This feeling is indeed very strong, and I can't explain it in detail... Didn't you say you were unconscious at the time?"

"Yes," Yezi pursed her lips slightly. "That day, Big Brother helped me refine the Supreme Golden Core, giving me the foundation for achieving the Dao, as well as the Soul Division Great Art that was most compatible with my core circuit. Just as I was diligently cultivating the Soul Division Great Art, Big Brother suddenly appeared behind me. I had no room to resist and fell directly into a coma."

Hei Yao murmured,

"Yes, I know, you reported it before... Afterwards, you searched everywhere, unable to find his whereabouts, and didn't know where he went. But he was in a remnant soul state and couldn't be active for long, so you used your core circuit ability and the newly learned Soul Division Great Art to divide your soul into hundreds of parts, using cloning technology to reincarnate and send them to various places to find your big brother... This is also the best way to cultivate the Soul Division Great Art..."

"Yes," Yezi said helplessly, "I haven't hidden anything."

"Then, what did you feel when you first saw the Black Storm, which is this Wang Zheng?"

Yezi blinked. "At that time, this clone of mine hadn't awakened its memories yet. When I first saw him, he was disguised and very weak. I had a pleasant interaction with him."

Hei Yao's gaze became a bit teasing: "What kind of interaction? Tell me in detail."

Yezi pouted. "We just talked and became friends... This clone of mine began to awaken its memories when the Guardian died. Later, because it had been with Big Brother, it regarded this clone as the main body and absorbed the other clones."

Hei Yao nodded: "See, in your story, there's no way to confirm that the Great Pioneer's remnant soul reincarnated as the Black Storm."

"Chief, are you suspecting that Big Brother is not the Black Storm...?"

"Has your brain become stupid?"

Hei Yao muttered,

"As expected, reincarnation is not a good thing, and it easily affects intelligence."

Yezi rolled her eyes: "Then Chief, what exactly did you sense, and it's very strong?"

"He's watching us."

Hei Yao said with a smile, a hint of intoxication in his eyes.

"The foundation of human consciousness is actually memory. The neural circuits of logical thinking, cognition, and information storage are all shaped by memory.

"According to the existing information, we can know that both the Black Storm and the Great Pioneer possess the memories of the cultivator. They have the same starting point, but the memories between the Black Storm and the Great Pioneer are not interconnected.

"To some extent, the Great Pioneer and the Black Storm are actually two people, or two sides of one person.

"It is very likely that he did not die, and it is also very likely that he performed a split, using his original appearance to allow the Black Storm to be born smoothly...

"My intuition is getting stronger and stronger."

Hei Yao stroked his chin:

"I have to think of a way to see if I can force him to show himself."

"What way?" Yezi asked absentmindedly.

She was still worried about Wang Daoshi's safety.

Hei Yao said, "It's hard to say, first catch this guy and then... Hmm?"

Hei Yao's originally smiling face suddenly frowned. He had not been paying attention to the sky battlefield, but now his eyes flashed with a sharp light as he stared at Wang Ji Xuan.

"Something's not right..."

"Hahahaha!"

Wang Ji Xuan's loud laughter suddenly rang out:

"With just you, you want to move this Daoist!"