Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone
Chapter 648 - 294: The God-Slaying Insect

Chapter 648: Chapter 294: The God-Slaying Insect

"It’s quite realistic here."

As they approached the city below, No.5’s Mind Body whispered to itself.

Wang Jixuan’s soul acknowledged with a sound, looked up, and saw patches of white clouds and the seemingly endless pale gray sky beyond them.

Without the blue sky made by the Sea of Vengeful Souls, the scenery here was much inferior.

’A landscape filled with human lives.’

Master Wang murmured inwardly, descending slowly with No.5.

The Alien Soul felt a weak pulling force, and the closer they got to the ground, the stronger the pull became. By the time they reached the surface and landed on a street at the city’s edge, the Alien Soul felt ’gravity’, enough to keep them from floating aimlessly while walking.

A gentle breeze brushed their faces, bringing scents typical of streets with it. The cobblestone pavement bore some cracks and had smooth areas worn in by passersby’s shoes.

It really looked quite believable.

The architecture here was completely different from Earth’s, with everywhere showing the ’Four-sided Funnel’ style—narrow below, wide above. Occasionally, buildings resembling Spirit Cultivators’ spires could be seen, and there were various statues in different places, though the faces on those statues were all destroyed.

Wang Jixuan turned his head and saw figures hiding within the buildings.

They were nervous, some already trembling, about a third had fallen to their knees and were continually bowing, speaking in a ’starry dialect’ Wang Jixuan couldn’t understand.

The Daoist quickly noticed something unusual.

There were no elderly or children; most were teenagers and young adults, each handsome or beautiful in their own unique way, displaying individual aesthetics.

No one was ugly.

The two moved forward cautiously. Although most of these figures were afraid, some attempted to follow and watch.

"What are they saying?" Wang Jixuan asked.

No.5’s little face grew more serious.

"It’s the official language established by our Spirit Cultivation Civilization," No.5 whispered, "I can be sure this was created by other Spirit Cultivators."

"Can you find that Spirit Cultivator?"

"Difficult, let me talk to them."

No.5 scanned left and right, face darkening.

She was not polite at all, simply raising a hand, a middle-aged woman in luxurious clothes hiding by a spire building was directly brought in front of her by No.5.

No.5 choked the woman remotely and lifted her up before throwing her to the ground.

No.5’s short light yellow hair glowed slightly as Wang Jixuan ’understood’ the language here.

——This ability can be considered a forte of the Spirit Cultivation Civilization.

No.5 asked coldly, "Who is your master?"

The woman answered evasively, "Who are you! This is the sacred Divine Country! How dare you intrude here! Aren’t you afraid of God’s punishment!"

"Noisy."

No.5’s eyes flashed with starlight, and the middle-aged woman screamed.

Around seven or eight men in simple war armor jumped out, shouting:

"Who are you!"

"Stop!"

They kept yelling, but completely dared not approach.

Although these souls were more powerful than ordinary people, it was clear they had no systematic way of attacking and existed as mere ’mortals’ in this illusion.

Wang Jixuan observed coldly, attempting to extend his Spiritual Sense forward, but his Alien Soul’s Spiritual Sense was suppressed within a fifty-meter range.

It was the suppression from the city itself.

No.5 used some methods, and like those around Wang Jixuan, these seven or eight men screamed and fell, rolling on the ground.

"Don’t make me ask you a third time," No.5 said, her voice full of killing intent, "Who is your master?"

"We have no master!"

"Lord God King will punish you!"

"Where is your God King?" No.5 said coldly, "Make him come out and meet me! Pretending to be a god and self-proclaimed God King, shameless!"

The people around screamed, some stammered, making it hard to get any useful information.

More and more people gathered from all around.

Some men and women appeared carrying weapons, but in this illusion they were also just ordinary people.

Yet No.5, as a Spirit Cultivator, had various means to deal with them, seemingly the methods for controlling Spirit Slaves by Spirit Cultivators.

Suddenly, a light sigh came from the front.

Spiritual Power fluctuation?

Wang Jixuan’s Alien Soul prepared to act, looking up towards the street ahead.

A middle-aged woman in a golden long dress stood on a rickshaw, holding a scepter, pulled by six strong men.

With her appearance, the courage of the figures around increased, gathering from all directions.

The woman’s voice carried over from afar:

"Outsiders, where do you come from? This Divine Country has been closed for a long time, isolated from the world, we do not wish to engage in any disputes, you..."

"Pretentious."

No.5 lightly stomped.

A faint shock wave spread from her feet, and the figures trying to gather around were instantly knocked down.

The middle-aged woman on the rickshaw gently pointed her scepter downward, and a veil of light descended.

Her face bore a confident smile;

But unfortunately, just as the smile formed, it froze instantly, the veil was torn to shreds by the shock wave, the six strong men pulling the cart fell backward, the rickshaw exploded, and the elegantly robed woman landed hard on her backside.

Panicked, the woman shouted, "Who are you! Your power! This is the power of Lord God King!"

No.5 couldn’t help but mutter, "So weak but still putting on airs."

Wang Jixuan enjoyed the leisure without advising No.5 to stop.

No.5 reached out again, pulling the middle-aged woman towards her remotely, grabbing her hair, lifting her upper body, and said coldly: