In the end of the world, I become an immortal alone

'What a strange place.'

Wang Jixuan roughly searched through this body's memories, feeling somewhat lost.

Has he stumbled into some bizarre little world?

This place has no legends of immortals, nor any trace of cultivation.

Humans, referred to as 'mankind,' live on this blue planet.

Currently, humanity is in a dire situation, struggling to survive after a great cataclysm.

Cataclysm? Blade beasts?

What is all this? Did the Demon Realm invade here?

Wang Jixuan's remnant soul is merging with this body.

To be precise, this young man named Mu Liang ended his life moments ago through hanging.

Wang Jixuan's remnant soul has descended here, gradually taking over this body.

Soul snatching?

No, no, no, that's what demonic cultivators do.

Wang Jixuan prefers to call his current state…

Rebirth!

Amitabha.

'Even the Heavenly Tribulation couldn't do anything to this Daoist?'

Wang Jixuan wanted to laugh out loud, but unfortunately, he hasn't sensed the body's existence yet.

While grateful for surviving the Heavenly Tribulation, he couldn't help but look back on his long yet short life.

Wang Jixuan felt like a joke.

He was known as a once-in-ten-thousand-years genius in the cultivation world, and in his previous life, he had always strived to live up to his cultivation talent.

He lived a total of one hundred and twenty-six years, one hundred and twenty of which were spent in secluded cultivation in the mountains.

When his parents passed away in the mortal world, he didn't appear, only entrusting fellow disciples to send some worldly gold and silver to his siblings.

When his master died in battle during the siege against demonic cultivators, he was diligently in closed-door cultivation.

Before he could even avenge his master, that demonic old monster was exterminated by righteous cultivators.

To focus on cultivation, Wang Jixuan rejected the marriage proposals of Junior Sister Lingdong and Senior Sister Rou Ni.

To strengthen his Daoist heart, Wang Jixuan didn't enjoy the three thousand years of blessings that a Mahayana Realm expert could have in the lower realm.

After reaching the Great Completion of the Mahayana Realm, he resolutely went to challenge the Heavenly Tribulation of Ascension, which had less than a 10% chance of success.

And then… he was struck to death by lightning.

Wang Jixuan originally thought that his soul would scatter and disappear, and that a hundred years of hard work would only result in annihilation.

He didn't expect such a turnaround; a wisp of his remnant soul drifted in the darkness, appearing here for some unknown reason and taking over this young man's body.

Wang Jixuan was filled with emotions:

'Alas!'

'If I could do it all over again, I would definitely step out of my secluded cultivation place and see more of the world.'

Of course, now is not bad either.

No need for 'if,' he is already alive.

In this life, he will strive bravely for immortality and challenge the Heavenly Tribulation again!

He must go to that legendary Immortal Realm and see what it's like!

Suddenly;

The suffocating sensation of the rope around his neck appeared;

Wang Jixuan felt dizzy and saw stars, unable to muster any strength.

Instinct drove him to struggle, but his struggles were too weak.

Something's not right!

Something's very wrong!

He possessed, bah, was reborn into the body of a young man who had just hanged himself!

If he can't escape his current predicament, he will soon be hanged to death too!

Moreover, this remnant soul of his has already merged with the body.

If he really dies here, he won't even have a chance to escape with his remnant soul!

What, what is to be done?

The feeling of suffocation and intense dizziness surged repeatedly.

Wang Jixuan's soul was greatly alarmed, his face flushed red again, and the blood flow in his body became more rapid.

Profound incantations, talisman techniques, and formations flashed through his mind, but none of them were of any use at this moment!

Although Wang Jixuan's cultivation career involved little fighting, he was proficient in various spells.

In this life-threatening situation, he racked his brains and used his last bit of strength to pull on the bedsheet rope, gritting his teeth and chanting:

“Heaven is round, Earth is square… The Nine Chapters of Law… Li Fire, condense light…”

Whoosh!

Two small flames emerged from his palms.

Wang Jixuan held his breath, fearing that he would extinguish the flames.

The right flame extinguished itself after two breaths.

The cloth rope on the left began to burn, and the fingers of this body were already burned!

His neck suddenly loosened, his feet landed on the ground first, and then he collapsed weakly, falling down and becoming dizzy.

Wang Jixuan squeezed his eyes shut, breathing in the somewhat turbid air in large gulps, his ears constantly ringing, and his heart beating fast and slow.

The pain coming from all parts of the new body could not ruin his good mood.

He's alive.

Although very embarrassed.

Wang Jixuan was both grateful and a little suspicious.

Even if his remnant soul didn't have much primordial spirit power, how could his simplest Li Fire Spell only produce two candle flames?

The first time he used the Li Fire Spell as a young Daoist, he successfully summoned two bowl-sized flames…

Wang Jixuan cast a Mind-Stabilizing Spell to quickly regain his composure, at the cost of amplifying the body's pain several times.

The first thing he needs to do is to check the surrounding environment.

This wisp of remnant soul is too weak to release his spiritual sense, and he lay on the ground for a long time before barely sensing the existence of spiritual energy.

The amount of spiritual energy in the air is very small, only about one-tenth of that in the ordinary mortal lands of Wang Jixuan's original world.

'This little world is not only strange in terms of people's clothing and architecture, but the world itself is also not very suitable for cultivation.'

Wang Jixuan sighed inwardly.

Being alive is already very good.

Besides, although there is little spiritual energy in the air, it is not completely impossible to cultivate.

He has cultivation insights from the Foundation Establishment Four Realms to the Mahayana Stage in his memory.

He only needs to collect some spirit stones or treasures containing more spiritual energy, and he can naturally move forward step by step and face the Heavenly Tribulation again!

This failure to overcome the tribulation also made Wang Jixuan have to reflect on himself.

Was his Dao foundation not solid enough in his previous life?

Was his understanding of the Dao not deep enough?

Perhaps only true gods can give him the answer.

Now that he has been reborn and re-cultivated, he must work harder than in his previous life, forging a more perfect Dao foundation and understanding deeper levels of the Dao and Dharma.

The most ⊥ new ⊥ small ⊥ say ⊥ in ⊥ six ⊥ 9 ⊥ ⊥ book ⊥ ⊥ bar ⊥ ⊥ first ⊥ hair!

He must step into the realm of immortals and see what the so-called immortal world is like, and how it differs from the mortal world!

'It's time to look at this body's memories.'

'Their words and the characters they use seem to be not much different from the words and characters of the world I was in in my previous life.'

'Mu Liang? From now on, I will live for you, and I will take care of your family for you… Not bad, you don't even have a family…'

Wang Jixuan muttered in his heart, the pain in various parts of his body has eased a lot.

He was still lying on the ground without moving randomly, the tight frown gradually eased, and he repeatedly chanted the Heart-Clearing Mantra in his heart.

The Heart-Clearing Mantra is used to help oneself enter meditation as soon as possible, and it also has the effect of making oneself clear-headed and increasing memory.

Wang Jixuan didn't see at this moment that as he chanted the mantra in his heart, very faint dust-like lights appeared in the surrounding air, converging towards his head.

Slowly, the originally blurred childhood memories of this body became clear and coherent.

Wang Jixuan pondered for a moment and chose to start observing from this body's childhood, quickly mastering the language and writing of this world through the memories of this young man named Mu Liang learning to speak and read.

'The language is similar to that of my original world, and the writing has the same origin as that of my original world, both evolved from simple paintings into words, which are not difficult to understand.'

Wang Jixuan showed a slight smile, greedily learning many novel words here and fully understanding their meanings.

This world, which seemed very strange to him, was about to show him the tip of the iceberg…

Bang!

The locked iron door was directly chiseled open with a breaching hammer.

Seven or eight men in orange uniforms looked into the house, and the leader shouted, "Quick, save him!"

Three team members immediately rushed in.

Wang Jixuan immediately made a decision, lying there and continuing to pretend to be unconscious, and speeding up the rate at which he read this body's memories.

He can already understand the general meaning of these people's words.

"He's okay! He's unconscious!"

"There are marks on his neck!"

"Take pictures first, preserve the scene, he has seriously violated the regulations of the Self-Harm Act!"

"Alright, send him to the isolation medical room first, and worry about whether he's breaking the law later! That's up to the Tribunal and the doctors to decide."

"People who are saved from suicide, don't they have to have brain tissue removed?"

"Another young man with a mental breakdown, how many is that today? Mu Liang, the name is quite interesting, a Level Three ordinary citizen, a mid-level technician, worth saving."

"Use a stretcher! A stretcher! Don't carry him directly! Do everything according to the operating manual! Avoid secondary injuries!"

"Actually, it's my first time carrying a living person; every time I've rescued someone before, I've carried away a corpse… Um, what I actually wanted to say is, how did this guy survive? There's no lighter here, right? His rope seems to have been burned, and there are charred marks on the edges, Captain."

"Thank God for the damned Human Rights Protection Act, private spaces aren't allowed to install public recording devices; who knows how he got down! Don't worry about these little things, save him first."

The team members carefully lifted Wang Jixuan onto a stretcher.

Wang Jixuan was a little puzzled.

What is the Self-Harm Act?

According to these mortal officials, suicide is also a major crime, and he may face imprisonment next?

Interesting.

Wang Jixuan had a bit more anticipation in his heart.

He continued to read this body's memories so that he could play the young man named Mu Liang well later and not be seen through by these people.