Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone
Chapter 602 - 273 It’s Your Turn, Daoist_3

Chapter 602: Chapter 273 It’s Your Turn, Daoist_3

In this battle, No.5 performed quite well;

No.4 and No. 6’s combat power was rather lackluster;

The six small spires provided energy to the large spire, and their spirit slaves, even if severely injured, couldn’t escape the fate of becoming batteries. The pillar level blade beasts frantically attacked the spire, forcing the six spirit cultivators to join forces, using the method of burning their own souls to resist the impact and tear open space.

They successfully reached Earth, but each of them was seriously injured.

The large spire crashed into the Earth’s atmosphere, and the six spirit cultivators simultaneously entered the stone plate to sleep. The one in the best condition, No.1 Spirit Cultivator, began to oversee the situation, barely managing to let the spire crash onto a large island in the Arctic Circle.

The last memory No.5 had of this segment was seeing helicopters flying towards the spire from afar.

Humans discovered them.

To be precise, a faction within the human world discovered them, which later evolved into the financial backer behind the Thirteenth Institute and began to cooperate with No.1 Spirit Cultivator.

The Six Elders quickly appeared.

No.5’s memory was intermittent; she was heavily injured and occasionally woke up.

There was also an ironic matter here, which was...

No.1 Spirit Cultivator originally chose to cultivate the Six Elders, including Tai Chenggang and the others, to provide each spirit cultivator with an ’advanced spiritual slave’ for emergency use, to aid in regaining their strength.

Only later, as No.2 and No.3 Spirit Cultivators woke up, the control ideology inherent in the Bright Wings Council Court re-emerged, and No.4, No.5, and No.6 Spirit Cultivators were simultaneously marginalized.

No.5 fled to the Snow Mountain;

Old Sophie, No.4, more than fifty years ago, during the rebellion in Spiritual Ability City, took control of several spirit slaves, exposing her subspace stone plate to Fu Jian, who then brought it back.

Everything that followed corresponded with this.

Throughout the entire process, it seemed only Old Sophie was lying.

Neither the three spirit cultivators of the Bright Wings Council Court nor No.5 of the Dark Night Court ever intentionally lied to what they considered the primitive civilization [Earth humans].

"Alright."

No.5 waved her hand tiredly, dispersing the gray mist before her.

"I’ve shown my sincerity. Do you have any questions?"

Wang Jixuan stroked his chin and muttered, "In your memory, there isn’t much information about No.6."

"I didn’t have much interaction with her."

Gao Huating raised her hand timidly on the side.

Wang Jixuan asked, "What’s the matter?"

"Well," Gao Huating whispered, "there’s a voice in my mind, she’s saying... how did they rot to this extent... She wants me to scold Weier Amina Tu Ke a few times."

No.5 snorted and turned her head to look out the window.

Proud as she was, she didn’t retort.

Master Wang looked at Fu Jian, who said solemnly, "This piece of information is very valuable. We must make some modifications to respond to the Pillar Level Blade Beast."

"Actually, I’m more worried about what might be hidden behind the Pillar Level Blade Beast."

Wang Jixuan crossed his arms and frowned, humming softly.

It seems he could only take a gamble.

Time waits for no one.

Now, he could only trust No.5, trying to help her recover some strength so she could at least stand up and hold the line for a while, giving him more time to develop.

As for the war puppet...

Without the demonic qi environment of the Snow Mountain Base, it would struggle to take on SS-level opponents, and there was no way to significantly enhance its strength in the short term.

"Go to your spire, I’ll send my war puppet and main body in to help you heal."

No.5 visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

The feeling of being controlled by others was truly unpleasant, especially being controlled by this mysterious fellow who was impervious to all sorts of coaxing and coercion.

But then...

"Wait a moment!"

No.5’s lips curved into a wild grin:

"You’ve seen my memories. Now it’s your turn! Bring out the memory of you wearing crotchless pants for everyone to see! Black Storm!"

Everyone present, including Fu Jian, their eyes all shone brightly.

They already knew much about the blade beasts and spirit cultivators; No.5’s memories just connected the dots and corroborated the information.

However, they knew almost nothing about Wang Jixuan.

Master Wang:...

Wuliang that Heavenly Venerable!

There was no getting past this one.