It really is...

Effortless.

Master Wang's foreign soul puppet, wielding a great sword, stood in front of these ten or so corpses, while a Black Dragon kept darting around, swallowing each fragment of the Primordial Spirit.

The Black Dragon seemed to be saying: Such valuable sustenance, the more the better.

The strength of the foreign soul puppet continued to recover, and the Dragon Python Soul seemed to show signs of advancement.

However, constrained by the self's primordial spirit not yet ascending, the puppet's advancement trend was once again interrupted, leaving Master Wang slightly helpless.

He too wished to ascend to immortality with grandeur and grace;

However, even if he wished to ascend, the Heavenly Dao would surely trip him up.

Wang Jixuan flicked his finger lightly, extinguishing the last few illusions ahead.

Just like the Dark Sect members he captured on Earth before, the memories of these Daoist dark sect loose immortals were inaccessible, touched by a sliver of the Power of Heaven.

Nonetheless, Master Wang did not come out empty-handed.

Earlier, when a loose immortal was on the verge of death, Wang Jixuan gave a little scare, and the person told him everything they knew.

This group of dark sect members was here to do the dirty work.

The so-called dirty work was actually a task issued by the Dark Sect Heavenly Dao stele;

As for why they had to do so, why they had to massacre this world's cultivators, the stele would not give them any explanation.

Wang Jixuan specifically asked about their exact task targets.

The loose immortal stated that the stele's task was for them to destroy all inheritances, annihilate all sect cultivators and loose cultivators above the Golden Core Realm, whilst leaving the mundane and common people alone.

Master Wang could not help but think.

Is it because the Heavenly Dao wants to hunt him down in the 'present world', thereby exterminating this world tens of thousands of years in advance?

The likelihood of this possibility is almost negligible.

If he hadn't intervened, this world would have already been destroyed, and Wangxian Valley would swiftly turn into a mound of scorched earth.

'This means, six hundred years after my failed tribulation crossing, my sect has already been obliterated by the Heavenly Dao, and Sect Leader Shang and the others have long since been wiped out.'

'Most likely, this is not because of me, but rather a broadly arranged common task by the Heavenly Dao.'

'The Dark Sect, Tianluo, are merely the left and right hands of the Heavenly Dao…'

Wang Jixuan suddenly recalled his meeting with the Heavenly Dao;

Thinking back now, Wang Jixuan found himself somewhat ludicrous, treating the culprit who destroyed his sect so courteously…

"Boss, your condition seems a bit unstable."

Mu Dan's gentle voice echoed:

"I suggest you return to the base first, we're wrapping things up here, and the Dark Sect supports could arrive any time."

"Mhm."

Wang Jixuan retracted his longsword, thought for a moment, and then punched out, a cluster of black fire blossomed from his fist, engulfing all the corpses.

The foreign soul turned around to leave, flying out of the formation, met again with the dismal red glow filling the sky, and the boundless mechanical army like a dark cloud.

Wang Jixuan had no interest in resolving these, heading directly towards the nearest white jade stone gate, his three-headed terrifying body racing back to the First Base.

It seemed to become a signal.

Mechanical armies everywhere began to withdraw, efficiently, swiftly, without the slightest bit of chaos, entering the gates they emerged from.

Within no more than five minutes, the floating gates in the sky were dismantled and carried away, transported to the still-open subspace gates on the ground.

Finally, a small group of mechanical units escorted the last three teleportation gate parts, awaiting the descent of the Fat Immortal Mao Mo from the sky; with a wave of Mao Mo's large hand, these mechanical units and the three gate parts were collected into the storage magical treasure in his sleeve.

Moments ago, the mechanical army filled the sky and land for hundreds of miles, now vanished without a trace.

Mao Mo did not linger; he turned back, glanced at the Righteous Path cultivators looking this way.

The remaining demon cultivators had fled in disarray, their previous arrogance completely gone.

Mao Mo raised his hand, waved, turned into a streak of light, and fled to beyond the sky.

He turned and left, leaving not a trace of cloud behind.

Above the clouds.

Daoist Tai Ye stood with seven or eight Righteous Path Mahayana masters, faces complex, each not knowing what to say.

In the sky, six figures descended, it was those six Tianluo loose immortals.

"Fellow cultivators, let's first clean up the battlefield and discuss back in the valley."

The Daoists agreed.

Each of them felt heavy-hearted; after cultivating for so many years, they had never felt this lost.

Daoist Tai Ye suddenly remembered something, turning around, searching everywhere, his spiritual sense probing in all directions.

The small statured, cunning-handed woman was nowhere in sight, uncertain of when she had left.

"Tai Sect Leader!"

A loose immortal from Tianluo, keeping a middle-aged appearance, stepped forward, frowning:

"Where did these... peculiar troops come from?"

Daoist Tai Ye spread his hands: "I don't know, aren't these Immortal Soldiers brought by you seniors?"

The loose immortal was speechless, turning to look at the thousands of holes left on the ground, neatly arranged, as if declaring something.

…

Inside the First Base.

Wang Jixuan watched the safe return of his squad members, finally setting his worried heart at ease.

He instructed everyone to rest for a while, then left the spire and the throne, hurrying to the command center, where he found Mu Dan tallying their losses.

"How are the losses?"

"Just a drizzle," Mu Dan remarked with a carefree smile, "We eliminated an elite dark sect combat force outside the Immortal Realm, finally achieving a tiny bit of revenge."

Wang Jixuan sat on the nearby boss chair: "Have we observed any temporal changes?"

"Not for now."

Mu Dan pondered carefully:

"However, from the moment we intervened, the Cause and Effect and Time Dao both suffered impacts.

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