Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone
Chapter 485 - 226: The Daoist’s Plot!

Chapter 485: Chapter 226: The Daoist’s Plot!

"What is this?"

The final boss asked curiously.

She completely disregarded the shocked and somewhat fearful expressions on Wu Man and Zheng Shiduo’s faces.

The two felt immense oppression, their spiritual energy constantly resonating within them, an oppressive feeling that Spirit Cultivator No.4 had never imposed on Zheng Shiduo.

Master Wang continued his actions without stopping and replied, "A kind of evil curse."

"An evil curse?"

Spirit Cultivator No.5 walked leisurely to his side, gazing at the severed leg in front of Wang Jixuan.

"It’s just a different form of power, isn’t it? Who defines justice and evil? These are merely definitions given by humans... May I take a look? Pretend I’m not here; it’s all just a game."

Wang Jixuan felt annoyed inwardly.

Playing with human life and death as if it were a game, wasn’t this the hallmark of a true demon?

However, what annoyed him was Spirit Cultivator No.5’s attitude.

This guy was just too arrogant.

"Then you stand in a corner, keep silent. You want to watch me perform a ritual, you may, but don’t ask why."

"Agreed."

Spirit Cultivator No.5 happily consented, casting a slight glance at the others nearby.

She displayed no expressions, no communication, perfectly embodying the concept of ’ignoring.’

Wang Jixuan’s hands moved quickly, forming seals.

He wasn’t afraid of people seeing this bit of evil technique. The core spell was silently recited in his heart; to better conceal his secrets and monopolize his skills, Wang Jixuan had deliberately added a bunch of indisputable talisman seals.

He was busy for about twenty minutes.

"It’s done," Wang Jixuan breathed out lightly.

By now, Xing Dian’s severed leg had taken on a completely different appearance, surrounded by strands of blood-red qi, faintly emitting the cries of ghosts and howls of wolves.

Wang Jixuan turned his head to see, his facial expression also freezing slightly: "No, why are you all standing so far away?"

Except for Mu Dan, the other three were standing in another corner.

Zheng Shiduo gave an awkward smile: "It’s cooler here... heh."

Spirit Cultivator No.5, as if nothing mattered, inquired, "And then? Will there be any effect? Was Xing Dian’s interruption during the Promotion Ceremony due to this?"

"No," Wang Jixuan said, "this is just a prop prepared for the curse, the trouble hasn’t started yet."

He peeked with his spiritual sense.

Several low-level spiritual power users acting as servants began heading towards the rooms of the deceased researchers, delivering fruits and clear water regularly.

The dead were about to be discovered.

There was no need to wait any longer, now was the time to act!

What was Xing Dian doing? Meditating? He must be in meditation.

What Wang Jixuan dreaded about Xing Dian was that he was the only Spiritual Ability User he had seen who had groped alone for his method of using spiritual energy and had achieved significant results.

Daoist gently tossed the leg forward, clenched his left fist, cushioned it with his right hand around the wrist, his mouth uttering words of conviction, rapidly chanting spells in the depths of his heart, his Primordial Soul Power nearly drained, his eyes bursting with blood.

He opened his mouth, and a jet of blood shot out, striking the severed leg squarely!

The object was suddenly enveloped in scarlet flames, a huge skull emblem appearing on it, which then vanished instantaneously.

Wang Jixuan used his Spiritual Sense, while Spirit Cultivator No.5 applied her own ability to probe, both looking towards Xing Dian’s location at the same time.

Xing Dian was particular about his lifestyle; his dwelling and rest room were very elegantly arranged.

At this moment, he was meditating in the rest room, with a glowing 3D micro-engraved landscape shadow behind him, and a low table, incense, and a bottle of tea infused with petals in front of him.

A surge of black and red qi suddenly descended.

Xing Dian felt something at this moment, opened his eyes to look up, and saw the terrifying skull head.

He erupted with spiritual energy, about to get up and throw a punch, but the scene in his perception seemed to slow down. The skull head plummetly dived, viciously smashing towards Xing Dian’s head.

Xing Dian unleashed three waves of attacks in a short time: a punch, a spiritual impact, and a burst of spiritual energy.

But except for the spiritual impact causing a slight ripple on the skull head, the other two were completely ineffective, and the skull head instantly penetrated Xing Dian’s head.

Xing Dian shuddered in succession, spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale as paper.

His body leaned back, about to lose consciousness, but his strong will forced him not to close his eyes directly. Instead, he grabbed a button nearby and pressed it.

The cost of doing so was blood flowing outward from his nostrils and ear canals, and blood gushing forth from the point where his severed limbs met the mechanical prosthetics.

Outside the rest room, alarm bells blared. Xing Dian collapsed backward, his inner spiritual energy in chaos, his Three Souls and Seven Spirits began to suffer the torment of the curse as he fell into endless nightmares, haunted by the ghosts of those he had killed.

Elsewhere, Wang Jixuan was also bending over to vomit blood.

"Commander?"

"Wang!"

"I’m fine, just a bit of backlash."

Waves of intense fatigue washed over him, he shook his left wrist slightly, took out two elixirs from the storage ring, popped them into his mouth, and finally his complexion eased a bit.

Xing Dian’s severed leg had been burnt down to bare bones by the fire.

This was only the second time Wang Jixuan had used the Curse Technique. The first was after mastering it when he took a morally bankrupt Loose Cultivator to make a trial cut, then he realized this technique was not only highly backlashing and depleting, but also exceedingly malicious and harmful to the harmony of Heaven.

The moment Xing Dian left his leg behind actually sealed his fate, it just depended on when Wang Jixuan was ready to make up his mind.

With his path forward blocked, Wang Jixuan didn’t want to make the decision but had to, knocking Xing Dian unconscious was also a necessary part of his plan.

"Fascinating," Spirit Cultivator No.5’s eyes shone.

To be precise, the body she controlled was gleaming.

"Can you teach me?"