Feng Zheng, who had sohow arrived, looked up and sighed.
Many Human Race experts started bowing, bidding farewell to the shortest-lived Human King in history.
"Well," said Mu Dan suddenly, "Boss, I've arranged everything."
A question mark appeared on Master Wang's forehead.
In the next mont, three streams of light suddenly bombarded the chains of the Death Path.
The chains shook, and the Ship of the End seed to grow angry, with countless tentacles poised to lash out.
Snap!
A crisp snap of fingers, as Bai Gu's figure erged, making the tentacles move incredibly slow.
Luoshan Hermit's form streaked by, and before Wang Jixuan could react, sothing forcibly ejected his Primordial Spirit.
He looked down to see the Three Realms Wanderer trapped within the chains, held tight.
Wang Jixuan: ...
The Three Realms Wanderer winked at him.
Bai Gu reminded: "The second life has thirty seconds to say goodbye to the third life."
Luoshan Hermit quickly began extracting the imprint of the Death Path from Wang Jixuan, planting it into the Primordial Spirit of the Three Realms Wanderer, whose Primordial Spirit had sohow reached the Heavenly Immortal level.
——This infusion wasn't difficult for a Daluo Golden Immortal.
Master Wang smiled wryly: "You this..."
"Consider it penance," laughed the Three Realms Wanderer, "I look good, don't I? Boluo's Residual Spirit is still inside; soone reliable must go in to guard. Senior Bai Gu will soon be assimilated by the Ti Dao, and he'll beco the Guardian of the End of the World Beast, aning I won't die. Later, I might even get to Dinsion Ascend. When you and Mu Dan ascend, we brothers might roam the high-dinsional world."
Wang Jixuan nodded: "Maintain your true self."
"Don't worry, I wouldn't let myself down."
Snap!
Bai Gu snapped his fingers, and the chains vanished, instantly absorbing the Three Realms Wanderer into the Ship of the End.
The Ship of the End lightly trembled, turned, and drifted toward the Chaotic Sea.
Wang Jixuan's Primordial Spirit fell back, was sucked into the Immortal Body, and fell into Mu Dan's arms.
Wang Jixuan faintly heard...
"First mate! First mate is back!"
"Boluo got eaten, we ate Boluo."
"We're complete, we're complete."
"We must complete the ascension! We are a whole!"
"Ah."
Wang Jixuan sighed lightly, finding a more comfortable position in Mu Dan's embrace.
Mu Dan whispered: "Boss, when are we going to explore the high dinsions?"
"What's the rush? Let's enjoy life first. I'm going to nap a bit; don't take advantage of !"
"Oh, Boss is so stingy. I'm a hero, surely I deserve a bit of a reward, right? At least Amina doesn't mind."
"Get lost with that..."
Wang Jixuan's snores began.
The surrounding Human Race experts each breathed a sigh of relief.
...
Then, a hundred years later.
Earth.
A certain cetery for martyrs.
In the sky, a busy aerial highway, with household spaceships carrying residents to outspace transit stations.
The city seed a bit crowded as the cetery, originally built on the plains, was now surrounded by tall buildings everywhere.
A fleet of flying devices landed outside the cetery.
Guards secured key paths, and drones everywhere entered combat readiness.
A middle-aged woman in a military dress leaned into a hovering wheelchair, slowly making her way to the neatly arranged tombstones.
The woman in the wheelchair grew gaunt by the day.
Her chanical arm had been updated to a household version, lacking explosive power, but still aesthetically pleasing.
Beneath her pinned-up long hair, her face still appeared young.
For reasons unknown, the Spiritual Energy of the Solar System began to rapidly fade, and she started aging over the past two years, despite maintaining a youthful appearance for years.
This was normal; she accepted it calmly, even felt fortunate.
Fortunate she wouldn't need to waste more social resources.
The remnants from the war era, ultimately, were to rest here.
Lingtong raised her hand to touch the photo on the tombstone; this was her first chanical team mber, her closest elder sister, who perished in a Blade Beast attack.
"Ah..."
Lingtong murmured:
"Soon we will fight side by side again."
"And then?"
An abrupt voice suddenly sounded.
Lingtong stood frozen.
Tears inexplicably stread down her cheeks.
She restrained her urge to turn around, fearing it was an illusion, or just a dream from napping aboard a flying device.
Until a pair of strong hands gently pressed on her shoulders.
Lingtong raised her hand to grasp these hands.
Wang Jixuan, through the hovering wheelchair, embraced her, as strands of immortal power gently nourished her body.
"Did you finish contributing to humanity?" Wang Jixuan asked.
"Mm," Lingtong lightly nodded, "finished... But, doesn't Amina mind you looking for your ex-girlfriend?"
"Of course not, I'm an Immortal Emperor now. I've saved half the world; can't my personal life be a bit chaotic?"
Master Wang laughed.
Lingtong looked up at him, finding he seed unchanged, just as when he left.
Wang Jixuan pushed the wheelchair toward a nearby vortex, softly saying:
"Let's go, we'll talk on the way; I've waited decades for you, and you actually worked a hundred years before retiring."
Beyond the vortex, a few silhouettes awaited with smiles, a banquet long prepared.
"I'm already old," Lingtong said softly.
Wang Jixuan whispered to her ear: "Perfect timing, co retire with . I have a visual universe travel plan; not sure if you're interested."
"I might consider it."
"Co on, just considering; I thought you'd be more enthusiastic."
"We now have a forr boyfriend-girlfriend relationship."
"Then I can open a ti line for us to stay together; it's not a challenge for anymore."
"Huh?"
They drifted into the vortex and disappeared in an instant.
A flower petal floated from sowhere, landing before the tombstones, adding so color.
...
anwhile.
These four words aren't accurate because there's no concept of ti in the Chaotic Sea.
Sowhere in the Chaotic Sea, inside the End of the World Beast wrapped in a giant cocoon.
In a magnificent palace, seven beautiful fairies danced gracefully, while the Three Realms Wanderer lounged on a divan, enjoying the music and dance, all the while glancing at Boluo's Residual Spirit hanging from a column outside the hall.
Boluo's Residual Spirit had no power left.
But having endured the shocks of the high-dinsional world, it possessed an undying trait.
At this mont, it was suffering from soul-scouring punishnt.
It even lacked the strength to wail.
The Three Realms Wanderer shook his head, continued leisurely enjoying the music and dance, allowing his new life to drag on.
Suddenly.
A shadow lightly swayed in the corner.
The Three Realms Wanderer leapt up, instantly turning the beautiful dancers in the pool into golden light, returning them to the murals on the walls.
The Three Realms Wanderer stared at the shadow that gently drifted closer, too tense to speak.
He felt an incomprehensible force.
A force far above the residual spirits here!
[No need to be nervous.]
The shadow divided into four big words and a punctuation mark.
The Three Realms Wanderer whispered: "High, high dinsion?"
[Yes.]
The shadow ford words again.
[They can't observe this place; I'm here to make a deal with you.]
"What kind of deal?"
[I'll support you; let you beco the dominant soul of this End of the World Beast, devour other residual spirits, to complete the ascension.]
"Huh?"
The Three Realms Wanderer paused.
"Why choose ?"
[Because of your special nature.]
[Because Mu Dan is your third life's maid.]
[Mu Dan will beco one of the key forces to change the high-dinsional world.]
[I am from the high-dinsional world resistance organization, where there is war too, with powerful civilizations oppressing the weak ones, arbitrarily manipulating and interfering with various material universes.]
[I need comrades, and Mu Dan and the future Wang Jixuan are important targets to win over, and you, even though entering the high-dinsional world via the End of the World Beast may be at a low level, can still be helpful.]
The Three Realms Wanderer bore several lines on his forehead: "Can I refuse?"
[Of course, I can erase this mory; it might cause so impact on the current Matter Realm, but the impact is controllable.]
"All right, you seem pretty reliable... what's your na?"
[Yang Ming.]
[Current leader of the high-dinsional resistance army.]
(The End).
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