"Fellow..."

The female Loose Immortal wanted to speak but was stopped by her companion.

The six Loose Immortals cupped their hands in salute, one male cultivator sighed and said, "Please forgive us, fellow. We six are merely Loose Immortals of the Lower Realm's Tianluo, only here to obey orders, not to speak. The matter here is settled, and we will proceed as originally planned, taking all experts of this world with us."

"The Dark Sect will never rest easy. Their reappearance is just a matter of time. When they come next, they will surely be more numerous and stronger than this time."

"Fellow, by killing our Tianluo's Heavenly Patrol Immortal Envoy, you have forged an unresolvable enmity with Tianluo... However, that's another matter. Thank you, fellow, for your assistance in saving this cultivation realm."

The six Loose Immortals all bowed their heads in salute.

Wang Jixuan nodded slightly.

He actually didn't have much animosity toward most of these six people.

At this moment, the six Loose Immortals transmitted two sentences to Tai Ye and took out several Treasure Ships, letting all the experts of this world aboard.

They tried out the Heavenly Net Treasure Pearl and indeed couldn't enter the Immortal Spirit Road.

However, the Treasure Pearl flickered slightly, with a tangled and crossed "blood vessel" appearing on it. This "blood vessel" was naturally the Immortal Spirit Road, which was visibly recovering, and in about six to seven hours, it could be reconnected.

They must be ready to depart immediately once the Immortal Spirit Road stabilizes.

Moments later, several Treasure Ships flew to the corner of the world, wary of an ambush from the remaining Dark Sect Immortal.

At this moment, Wang Jixuan had already taken a breath, the pain of backlash gradually subsiding.

He watched the departing Treasure Ships, sighed inwardly, and transmitted to Daoist Tai Ye:

"Master Uncle, take care."

Daoist Tai Ye's eyes were full of kindness. Standing already at the stern watching Wang Jixuan, he lowered his head and made a Daoist bow toward the Black Dragon on the clouds.

Wang Jixuan was unable to return the courtesy and could only accept it gracefully.

The old beggar beside him laughed heartily and shouted:

"This fellow! If we meet again in the future, give this old beggar a chance to repay the favor!"

After saying that, he bowed his head in a Daoist bow.

The Sect Leaders each expressed their gratitude, either thanking Wang Jixuan for his life-saving grace or requesting him to take care of their disciples.

These voices diluted the trace of farewell sadness that rose in Wang Jixuan's heart.

However, Master Uncle survived, all the elders survived, and the disciples of Wangxian Valley stayed in the Second Base.

With the perspective of the Alien Soul, Wang Jixuan looked down at the Heavenly Immortal Primordial Spirit tightly grasped by the dragon claw, then looked toward the Heavenly Dao Stele below.

He confirmed that the reason he couldn't destroy this person's Primordial Spirit at this moment was due to the protection of this Heavenly Dao Stele.

'Kill this thing first, then talk about everything else.'

Wang Jixuan's main body gently exhaled, his hands flying through incantation seals rapidly.

The Black Dragon Soul on the clouds split a wisp of black smoke, which condensed into a shadowy figure, wearing a gray robe and standing with hands behind its back, descended before the Heavenly Dao Stele.

This action also attracted the attention of the six Loose Immortals, but unfortunately, they could not hear what Wang Jixuan would say next.

...

"Heavenly Dao, do you want to come out and have a chat again?"

The increasingly cracked patterns on the Heavenly Dao Stele were flickering with light.

This light was seven-colored, magnificent, full of righteous energy, without a trace of evil.

Wang Jixuan's greeting received no response.

Daoist Wang clasped his hands behind his back, strolling around the Heavenly Dao Stele, and said with a sneer:

"Stop treating us cultivators like fools. Wasn't this Heavenly Immortal directly drawn over by you? What, you didn't expect the Dark Sect to lose so quickly?

"I truly cannot understand, on one hand, you negotiate with me, showing weakness, expressing fear of me and Mu Dan.

"On the other hand, you mobilized so many Dark Sect members and even called over the Heavenly Net Immortal in an effort to eliminate me at all costs...

"Are you split?

"Or is there a real motive hidden beneath your actions?"

The seven-colored light on the Heavenly Dao Stele underwent changes.

This light rose slowly, condensing two lines of small characters:

[There is a predestined fate here, not the Heavenly Dao acting recklessly.]

"Predestined fate?"

Wang Jixuan sneered:

"Predestined fate, variables, isn't it all just what you say on a whim?

"Why not send a Golden Immortal to kill me? Can't you mobilize a Golden Immortal?"

The seven-colored light on the Heavenly Dao Stele changed once more, again forming two vertical lines of small characters.

[Perhaps you don't understand now, but one day you will.]

"What kind of riddles are you playing."

The manifestation of Wang Jixuan's wisp of Alien Soul raised its left hand, condensing ribbons of black Qi into long needles.

Daoist Wang spoke slowly:

"Mu Dan has already calculated the weakness of this Heavenly Dao Stele. If the Heavenly Dao Stele is shattered, will it have some unique significance?

"Perhaps, that the Heavenly Dao is not invincible in the world, or that the Heavenly Dao cannot surpass living beings?"

The light on the Heavenly Dao Stele flickered.

[This is just a broken stele, refined into a magic treasure.]

No unique significance?

Daoist Wang sneered, flicked his fingers, and the long needle shot forth.

Ding!

The crack-filled Heavenly Dao Stele suddenly emitted a layer of seven-colored film, which seemed to be breathing, expanding, contracting, repeating several times, and then exploded with a bang.

The seven-colored rosy clouds on the Heavenly Dao Stele extinguished accordingly.

The cracks on it began to expand, open up, and then shattered inch by inch.

A strong sense of foreboding rose in Wang Jixuan's heart, the Black Dragon Soul lifted his head to the sky, and without warning, a purple-black Divine Thunder crashed down!

A flash of insight struck Wang Jixuan, and he suddenly raised his dragon claw, pressing the Heavenly Immortal Primordial Spirit onto his head.

Sizzle!

The purple-black Divine Thunder fell, and the Heavenly Immortal Primordial Spirit bore the brunt, instantly filled with electric light, its body shaking uncontrollably, directly absorbing eighty percent of the Divine Thunder's power.

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