Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone
Chapter 303 - 156 Traces

Chapter 303: Chapter 156 Traces

The first dawn after Huo Rong’s death.

Near Fortress 76, a deserted Scavenger Camp, much of which was buried under yellow sand.

"Sir...sir?"

The voice of Wu Man kept ringing in his ears, forcing Wang Jixuan to awaken from his meditation.

Actually, his situation was quite critical at the moment.

In Wang Jixuan’s mind, the relentless cries of unwillingness and the chanting of Buddhist Scriptures still echoed, causing him great pain, but under the harmonization of his Mahayana Soul, the Devil Skill and Buddhist Law reached a certain balance.

It was much like the mutual genesis and restraining nature pursued by Tai Chi and the two forms within Taoist cultivation techniques.

This was a new realization, which helped him deepen his understanding of the Dao and also made Wang Jixuan faintly aware of the shortcomings of his own family’s Magic Method, "Qingping Technique," in some aspects.

Unfortunately, this realization was just a superficial taste;

The continuous pain of the past seven or eight hours had only eased for just over an hour.

Wang Jixuan opened his eyes, his left eye a golden pupil and his right a bloody hue, which quickly returned to a light blue. A slight Qi emanated from around his body, filling the air with a faint fragrance.

Wu Man was almost stunned.

The young man was holding a tray, which contained bottled water and a freshly made sandwich.

He whispered, "Sir, you haven’t had water or food for a long time. It’s time for you to eat something."

Wang Jixuan nodded with a smile, took the tray, and his spiritual sense spread outward.

Ah, so many people.

A large troop had already surrounded the area.

Several familiar figures were resting on simple beach chairs, among them the Black Shell Instructor.

Zhou Zhengde was also there, wearing an eye mask and soundly asleep.

Mu Dan and Commander Ling Tong seemed to be injured.

They were inside a large supply vehicle nearby, where Ling Tong was receiving maintenance from mechanical arms, her body was wrapped with some bandaged wounds, fortunately, they were all superficial.

Mu Dan was mostly charred, with a data cable the thickness of a thumb connected to the back of her neck, and seven or eight researchers were analyzing and adjusting her data with various instruments beside her.

In the distance, Wang Jixuan could see the rising black smoke from Fortress 76.

As per battle zone customs, at dawn, they began the collective cremation of the bodies of dead soldiers.

"Has the battle stopped?"

"Yes, sir, we won, but it was a pyrrhic victory,"

Wu Man, sitting on a wooden crate nearby, whispered:

"The Second Generation Half-human Mecha arrived and quickly dealt with all the invading Spiritual Ability Users.

"After sir killed Huo Rong, they employed the cage strategy, confining the remaining Spiritual Ability Users between the first and fourth floors to prevent them from fighting like trapped beasts."

"Sir, you don’t look very well."

Wang Jixuan: ...

He examined himself internally, his meridians were a mess, his Qi Sea was closed off, his body was filled with Demonic Qi, and some areas were blocked with Buddhist light.

Good lord, was he now cultivating Dao, Buddhist, and Devil skills simultaneously?

Daoist chuckled.

He was merely borrowing the powers of Buddhist and Devil skills, his true nature was not to be discarded. The conflict between the Buddhist and Devil skills also caused Wang Jixuan unbearable pain.

"I’m going to be out of commission for half a month, recovering and trying to resolve these aftereffects."

"I will protect you," Wu Man said earnestly.

Wang Jixuan squinted his eyes and smiled, "You will. Go and call them over. I want to talk with the Black Shell Instructor and Zhou Zhengde, and inform Commander Ling Tong that I am okay."

"Okay."

Wu Man nodded in agreement and ran quickly out of the shabby building.

Daoist Wang sized up his crude dwelling, the various wooden pieces of furniture around, and two skeletons in the next room.

Scavengers, the human group that roams between fortresses.

They are usually exiled criminals, individuals expelled from the fortresses, or some who aren’t willing to live in the ’large cages’ that fortresses represent.

Wang Jixuan was somewhat curious, set his feet on the ground, and walked around the area.

The night before, he had run out in fear of uncontrollably killing people. After arriving nearby, he regained his senses. His spiritual sense found this place suitable for hiding, so he rushed here with Wu Man, letting Wu Man chant scriptures to use his Spiritual Energy to suppress his own runaway Demonic Qi.

Devil Skill, this thing, must not be used in the future; this time, it had already brought him to the brink of becoming a demon.

People are complex; there are very few who are purely good or evil. The interplay of human, divine, and animal natures is the very foundation of being.

Wang Jixuan was the same, harboring evil thoughts, fantastical thoughts, and impulses of desire in the depths of his heart, yet years of hard cultivation had enabled him to control these impulses.

The essence of cultivation lies in two things: one is the pursuit of unity with heaven and earth, and the other is not letting one’s desires take control.

The Devil Skill invoked his desire to kill and destroy.

’It is time to engage in Buddhist Law.’

’Now that the existence of Spirit Cultivator civilization is confirmed, it implies that once Spirit Cultivators perceive a threat, they may prompt all Spiritual Ability Users to ’Awaken,’ transforming from Mo Feng to Huo Rong. This would significantly elevate all Spiritual Ability Users.’

’If that’s the case, then I might as well join in, taking out some of the third-ranked powers in the Cultivation World to practice Telekinesis and employ the Magic Methods of Telekinesis.’

’Let’s see if you can catch it.’

By the way, the top five powers in the Cultivation World are Dao, Devil, Buddhist, Dao Body Cultivation, and Evil.

As he was lost in these thoughts, a can caught his attention.

Wang Jixuan carefully picked up the can, blew off the yellow sand on it, and looked inside, finding several rolled up ’sheets of paper.’

These were torn from book pages, not proper stationery.

This place had been abandoned for only five or six years, so the paper was still fairly well preserved.