Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone
Chapter 672 - 305 Her Concert_2

Chapter 672: Chapter 305 Her Concert_2

"Of course, I came here personally just to send these souls on their journey."

Wang Jixuan said simply:

"We can head back to Fortress 76 later together; I’ve arranged for a private plane."

"Mm," Gao Huating nodded emphatically, watching Wang Jixuan’s departing figure with his hands in his pockets, leaning against the doorway, not turning back for a long time.

She sighed softly, pushing away distractions, burying her thoughts deep in her heart, continuing to adjust her makeup in front of the mirror, preparing for the evening’s performance.

"He’s not a suitable match," the reflection in the mirror gently reminded, "His aim is a world of strength, he won’t linger for anyone too long."

"The officer has a girlfriend," Gao Huating responded softly.

She lightly pressed her lips together, closed her eyes to take a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.

In her daze, she opened her eyes to see countless starlights before her, layer upon layer, gathering around the stage like a sea, spreading across the plateau.

She heard cheers all around;

Even though the air carried no sound waves.

Gao Huating took a soft breath, her hands cupping the microphone in front of her, her gown and long hair depicted in an exquisite scene under the spotlight.

"The next song is one I composed for the Black Storm Commander. At this special moment, I want to sing it for everyone..."

The military band started to play with a simple string arrangement.

...

A corner some distance from the stage;

Where Master Wang was preparing incense offerings, yellow paper, and fire pits, looked up at the stage upon hearing the announcement.

Zheng Shiduo chuckled beside him: "Wang, Hua Ting sis is singing for you."

"What’s it got to do with me? I merely provided her with the inspiration for creation," Wang Jixuan glared at Lao Zheng, "You’ll be the main mourner later!"

"I can’t cry!"

Ji Xiao chuckled: "You can use some chili water in your eyes."

"Such experience? You’ll be the second mourner," the Daoist ordered mercilessly.

The smile transferred from Ji Xiao’s face to Ji Yale’s face.

Wu Man ran over with several trumpets in his arms: "Sir, these instruments are delivered, will you use them later? Is there a saying about it?"

Wang Jixuan picked up one of the trumpets, weighing it in his hand.

Only now did he remember that he actually couldn’t play this thing.

The Daoist muttered: "Just play freely then. As long as there’s a ceremony, though I don’t know if it’ll work."

Gao Huating’s singing came through the air.

Wang Jixuan had actually heard the song "Black Storm" several times, each time evoking different feelings.

When Gao Huating hummed it in the next-door dorm, there was a light feeling, with a hint of youthful anticipation.

In the recording studio or broadcasting performance, it carried a naturally stirring and inspiring feeling.

Tonight, however, there lingered an unresolved emotion, though not melodramatic or anguished, it could touch areas of the heart typically hard to reach, very fitting to the current farewell atmosphere.

Starlight around the stage continued to flicker.

Layer upon layer of silhouettes were all immersed in the unique waves released by Gao Huating.

Witnessing this, Wang Jixuan couldn’t help but marvel: "Quite powerful."

"A born songstress," Zheng Shiduo praised beside him, "No wonder she came from our D5."

Nearby, a few phantoms floated slowly over.

They were the souls of old Marshals who had shown their faces that day and greeted Fu Jian.

Wang Jixuan set aside the Peach Wood Sword and talisman, actively stepped forward, displaying a gentle smile, and gave a slight bow to them.

"Gentlemen, have you made your decision?"

"Yes, we old folks wish to leave, but a batch of younger ones will stay."

"Thank you, young man. We, the dead, actually have different options with you... Truly, helping us escape the agony, defeating a Pillar Blade Beast, is already quite incredible."

"You’re welcome," Wang Jixuan raised his hand, "For me, it’s merely a small effort, and I gained quite a lot of benefits too."

"Sigh."

An old Marshal looked towards the distance with emotion, said slowly:

"Unexpectedly, Fu Jian is still supporting humanity; have we no successors?"

"There are many heroic generals among humanity."

Wang Jixuan said solemnly:

"It’s not that there’s no successor, more often, Fu Jian himself is too resilient, his followers lack the confidence to surpass him.

"Upon closer contact, there’s no real leader among the Blade Beasts, they merely rely on their strength to act recklessly.

"Among Spirit Cultivators, the vast majority are just selfish.

"Bullying the weak is something anyone can do, but to challenge the strong while burdened with a weaker civilization, not everyone is capable of accomplishing that."

The old Marshal nodded slowly.

The old soul beside him asked, "Are you here to help our civilization?"

"Yes," Master Wang nodded earnestly, "First and foremost, I am human as well, though from a different developmental path. We don’t have technology where I’m from, but we do happen to use a bit of Spiritual Energy and Spiritual Power, controlling Blade Beasts and Spirit Cultivators is no problem!"

Zheng Shiduo and Wu Man exchanged a glance.

They had never heard Wang Jixuan speak like this before.

It seemed somewhat boastful, but combined with various past events, it felt like Wang Jixuan was merely stating facts.

Not the slightest bit humble.

Several old Marshals looked relieved, nodding slowly, then saluting Wang Jixuan.

Wang Jixuan returned the salute with cupped hands.

"Thank you, Cultivator."

"We shouldn’t entrust the hope of our civilization’s revival to you, the future depends on the hard work of humanity, however, we still hope you can assist our successors."

"In the time we lived through, every day saw countless human deaths, one city after another falling."

"We lost eighty to ninety percent of the population, it’s not just cold numbers, it’s blood and hatred."

"That sense of helplessness nearly drove us to collapse."

"But now, we see hope, seeing it in you, seeing it in our old companions."

"We won’t chat much longer, we’re heading out first, lest we’re surrounded by crying soldiers we’ve brought along."

"Everyone, take care on the road."

Wang Jixuan said with a smile, then watched several apparitions move forward, towards the wilderness under the starry night, toward the dormant civilization’s wasteland.

The night wind blew;

They chatted and laughed, their voices growing fainter, their silhouettes gradually fading until unseen.

Perhaps life is just like this, carrying some regrets, carrying some fulfillment, passing through an episode, disappearing unwitnessed.

More apparitions drifted over, accompanied by the melodious tune in the night wind, exchanged a few words with Wang Jixuan, then bade farewell and left.

The starlight gradually began to dim.

On stage, the Songstress sang a series of songs with deep emotion.

Wang Jixuan was seeing off one shadow after another.

The incense table and worldly funeral band he prepared, in turn, became a mere decoration, after all, Wang Jixuan didn’t know where the exact Huangquan Road was.

Several million soldiers would remain stationed in the Jile Sky, guarding against the Sixth Pillar to regenerate its soul, they were stained with some Demonic Qi, yet turned Demonic Qi into Buddha Light.

Subsequently, they would gradually dissipate, but could ensure that within a few years, the Sixth Pillar wouldn’t be easily reclaimed by Blade Beasts.

Aside from the souls of these soldiers, the other souls gradually disappeared tonight.

Among them were some souls of alien civilizations, not a small number, similar in nature to Earth humans, they likewise expressed their gratitude.

Regret seemed to be tonight’s main theme.

As the night neared its end, Songstress Xiao Huating, whose voice was already hoarse, broke down in tears on stage, requested a harp be brought over, and began to ply its strings.

A bit of starlight accompanied by the sound of the harp floated toward the sky, merged into the Milky Way, turned into the starlight of stars.

The harp’s sound took a long time to end.

Gao Huating opened her eyes, before her was an empty wasteland, behind her was the band that had already left.

She felt lost and forlorn, as if everything was a dream, yet in the dream, she was unwilling to wake up.

"Going back."

A familiar voice sounded beside her.

Wang Jixuan stood beside the stage, lazily greeting, "I only have half a day off, the journey will take two to three hours, hurry up and go back."

"Yes, sir."

Gao Huating smiled gently, bent to leave a kiss on the harp, didn’t bother to remove her makeup or change into regular clothes, lifted the hem of her performance dress and ran over.