Heaven Will Not Abandon This Daoist!

What should they do?

Meng Jin, the head of the Psionic Management Committee Judgment Group, had brought over a dozen trusted S-Class Psionicists to lie in ambush here. Four of them were awakened S-Class Psionicists, and they had come specifically to capture Black Storm.

This group had only made their move after their side's main force revealed itself.

This was absolutely no coincidence.

There had to have been a leak somewhere that had drawn Meng Jin here.

Meng Jin was a representative figure of the Psionic Management Committee's Fifteen-Person Council, a member of the Youth Faction in the Psionic Capital. His goal this time was likely to seize Black Storm.

Which meant him.

From this angle, they may be after my techniques. They probably won't kill this Daoist, but...

Will they really keep their promise and let the others go after capturing me?

Not necessarily.

If he surrendered, his spirit would be broken. If his spirit broke, there would be no hope of Ascension to Immortality. He might as well kill himself directly.

His state of mind could not yield, and his Dao heart could not surrender!

Unfortunately, determination was merely determination. Wang Jixuan still had no idea how to fight this battle.

Fall to demonic cultivation? Proactive Demonic Transformation?

He was only at the middle stage of the Void Return Realm. Even if falling to demonic cultivation allowed him to unleash Core Formation Realm strength for a short time, it would be useless against the current situation.

His foundation was what it was.

There were more than a dozen S-Class Psionicists, all elite upper-ranking members of the Judgment Group, not to mention its leader. Even if he entered demonic transformation and performed beyond his limits, cooperating with Black Shell, Peony, and Wu Man would only barely let him fight four or five of them.

Not enough. Entering demonic transformation was nowhere near enough.

An unusual emotion surfaced in the Daoist's heart.

It was the sense of despair he had experienced twice before, once when facing heavenly tribulation.

That despair had been incomparably intense, far more oppressive than this. What he felt now was more helplessness than despair; it had not reached that point yet.

Could he outwit them?

These enemies did not look so easy to fool.

Wang Jixuan's spiritual sense could see that his side had been firing as they moved, blasting the entire passageway into collapse. Even the mountain had suffered small-scale cave-ins.

That created some difficulty for the Psionicists' advance and could buy them perhaps one or two minutes.

The enemy had an S-Class Psionicist skilled at controlling rock, capable of constantly carving gaps through the stone layers. Though the continuous consumption of psionic energy would affect that Psionicist's combat strength, their overall combat power far exceeded this side's, so that S-Class Psionicist advanced at full speed without hesitation.

Wang Jixuan calculated their speed.

In roughly three minutes, they would charge into Area One.

Even if his side resisted to the death, the enemy would definitely break into this stone chamber in Area Four within ten minutes.

Think of something. He had to think of something.

Otherwise, he could only burn his Mahayana Remnant Soul.

And the later it was used, the more obvious its effects would become. Especially once he reached the Nascent Soul Realm and cultivated a primordial spirit, the Mahayana Stage remnant soul could directly cause his primordial spirit to undergo a leapfrog evolution...

Meng Jin's voice rang out again, still amplified over a vast distance through his psionic energy.

Meng Jin and the three elderly men had already entered the passageway and were leisurely floating forward from its far end.

They were even using echelon tactics.

Meng Jin said, "Black Storm, I know you can hear me. There is a precious force from the D5 Comprehensive War Zone here: Black Shell, a decorated officer and chief instructor of the Half-Human Mech program. If such talent is lost here, Fu Jian will surely be heartbroken."

Black Shell activated the loudspeaker on his Mechanical Body and roared:

"Go fuck yourself! I decide where I die! Just try it if you dare! The Commander-in-Chief will blow your brains out!"

Black Shell and the others had already passed through Area One and begun setting up defenses in Area Two, where the radiation was lower.

They had not carried many supplies with them, but their backpacks each contained a large number of Miniature Bombs.

Those bombs had already been placed at the passage entrance.

Once the Psionicists charged up, the bombs would be detonated together. It should be enough to slightly hinder their advance.

Black Shell was now frantically calling for reinforcements. D5's Command Center was using the Supercomputer to continuously simulate the current situation, and every report concluded that even if they self-destructed, they had no possibility of breaking out.

Meng Jin's appearance had completely caught them off guard.

Behind this lay a mistaken assumption by D5—they had mainly monitored intelligence from the Psionic Capital by keeping watch on the Six Elders and the interior of the Ball of Silence. It had been that way for the past fifty years.

But the force Meng Jin controlled was no longer under the Six Elders' command.

Meng Jin did not speak again, merely having his subordinates advance steadily.

Wu Man, Zheng Shiduo, and the others were all thinking about how they could help Black Storm escape under these circumstances.

The Maid Group mechs had much simpler minds. More precisely, they had no thoughts at all; they were merely waiting for Peony to issue the next combat order.

Peony kept thinking.

Having stayed by Wang Jixuan's side all this time, she now felt somewhat helpless as well.

What made her feel helpless was not that she might die here, but that even if she died, she would still be unable to get her commanding officer out of danger.

Peony did not like this feeling.

But she was already struggling to face an ordinary S-Class Psionicist. Against awakened S-Class Psionicists and more than a dozen powerful enemies, she could not think of any good strategy.

Zheng Shiduo asked over the communications channel, "Didn't we bring any other nuclear bombs?"

"Do you think nuclear bombs are cabbages?"

One of the older sisters in the team cursed over the channel:

"Fuck! We'll fight them to the death later! Our armor all has self-destruction systems. One of us grabs one of them! Blow them dead if we can, and wound them if we can't!"

Black Shell's voice sounded over the communications channel, still steady. "Listen to orders. Don't rush in blindly... Wang Zheng, the enemy is too strong. I have no other way either. I can be used as a nuclear bomb, but they're clearly prepared for that. Afterward..."

"Instructor, don't make a decision yet. Give me two minutes."

Wang Jixuan spoke softly.

The moment his voice sounded, everyone inexplicably relaxed.

However, they did not know that Wang Jixuan had already decided that if the enemy charged in later and he still had not thought of a solution, he would burn his Mahayana Remnant Soul.

It did not matter if his losses were a little more severe.

He had cultivated to the Mahayana Stage back then. He could cultivate back to it now as well!

Still, he should try to think of another way first...

The collapsed passageways were constantly being cleared, and the buried high-performance bombs were continuously triggered. The dozen or so S-Class Psionicists had clear divisions of labor, perfect coordination, and disciplined advances and retreats.

That oppressive feeling bore down on them head-on.

A powerful enemy that had suddenly appeared.

An old instructor preparing to self-destruct.

A minor Void Return Realm cultivator who would have to suffer immense losses if he could not think of a solution...

"Need help?"

The puppet controlled by the Fifth Spiritual Practitioner asked softly.

She seemed to believe victory was already assured and spoke quickly:

"Don't say I didn't give you an opportunity. If you can break this situation before you, I can regard you as an existence equal to me.

"If you cannot break it, yet care about the lives of these friends of yours, I can show you a path.

"Sign a contract with me and become my Spokesperson. In other words, become an Advanced Spirit Slave. I can help you repel them, or take all of you away directly.

"Think it over?"

"Well..."

Wang Jixuan raised his head and met her gaze.

She was doing her best to convey gentleness and goodwill, though both were somewhat unfamiliar to her.

Wang Jixuan had just been about to speak when he suddenly froze. He simply stared at her, and for an instant, his eyes lost focus.

It was an unusual state that appeared whenever he was thinking at full speed.

The Fifth Spiritual Practitioner inexplicably felt a little uneasy. Frowning, she asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Ha ha!"

Wang Jixuan suddenly jumped up, rushed over, grabbed the shoulders of the Fifth Spiritual Practitioner's puppet body, and shook her hard a few times.

If the precept that men and women should not touch had not been so deeply ingrained in his subconscious, he really would have kissed this lucky star.

There was a solution!

He had a way!

Thus, beneath the Fifth Spiritual Practitioner's wide-eyed stare and Dragonfly Aunt's puzzled gaze, Wang Jixuan sprang out in a single step, directly activated X Armor's flight function, and shot forward close to the ground!

The Light Wings on Dragonfly Aunt's back fluttered as she immediately followed.

"Hm?"

The Fifth Spiritual Practitioner could not help but furrow her brow tightly.

Wait.

Had he just offended her? He had directly pressed both hands on her shoulders and shaken her around so recklessly!

Although that was only her avatar, it still...

Compared with that fellow's reckless behavior... what exactly had he thought of just now? Why had he suddenly become so excited?

The Fifth Spiritual Practitioner transformed into a Pitch Black Butterfly and chased after him with fluttering wings, her heart filled with renewed curiosity.

She flew forward at full speed and nearly failed to catch up with Wang Jixuan's figure.

By the time the Fifth Spiritual Practitioner caught up with Wang Jixuan, Daoist Wang had already rushed into the connecting passage between Area Two and Area Three. Her Stone Slab Wall and Xing Tian had been sent over together.

He isn't planning to do something to my true body, is he? My true body has not recovered much strength yet, but it still has enough power to instantly kill the spirit slaves outside.

If he dares act recklessly, then I'll...

"Throw that Stone Slab Wall over there!"

Wang Jixuan shouted anxiously:

"That thing is useless! Bring Xing Tian over! Quickly!"

"Okay, okay!"

Zheng Shiduo threw the Spiritual Practitioner's Stone Slab Wall aside.

Peony had already carried Xing Tian over to Wang Jixuan.

Wang Jixuan looked at the man before him, whose entire body emitted Black Energy. Without another word, he flung out twelve miniature array foundations and activated the General-Class Crystal Cores within them.

Before Spiritual Practitioners, Psionicists, and mechs alike—

Wang Jixuan tore off his helmet, stared into the eyes of the unconscious Xing Tian, grabbed a handful of silver needles from the circular magic artifact, and rapidly pierced the various acupoints on Xing Tian's head.

Though this Daoist has never tortured an enemy to death, this time, forgive me!

[Array, rise].

The twelve array foundations trembled simultaneously as chilling winds swept through the Soul Refining Grand Formation!

Streams of Black Energy were drawn out by the silver needles and drilled into Xing Tian's brain. The curse power Xing Tian had already suffered was greatly amplified, and Xing Tian continuously threw back his head and screamed in agony.

Wang Jixuan pressed down with his left hand, his five fingers together, gripping Xing Tian's heavenly gate!

"Get back!"

Everyone retreated at high speed.

Wang Jixuan brought together the Sword Finger of his right hand and muttered an incantation.

[Curse, activate].

Three souls severed, seven spirits silenced; heaven and earth cut off, ghostly souls shall not arise! Swift as the Law Commands!

Soul Refining Curse Technique!

Blood flowed from Xing Tian's seven orifices. A phantom was violently pulled from the top of his head by the Black Energy. It bore Xing Tian's likeness and glared furiously at Wang Jixuan, but it had no ability to resist. A fierce wind blew from the soul-refining array, stripping streams of Black Energy from it amid soundless howls!

The Jiaolong Strange Soul on Wang Jixuan's shoulder roared and spat out a mouthful of Black Flame.

Xing Tian's soul was shattered in an instant!

Psionicists had no systematic methods for cultivating the soul. Their soul strength was only passively nourished by psionic energy. How could Xing Tian endure Wang Jixuan using so many methods at once?

The Curse Technique, Soul Refining Grand Formation, Soul Refining Curse Technique, and Dragon Python Swallowing Heaven Technique—any one of them alone would have been enough for Xing Tian to suffer, much less all of them deployed together!

Rumble!

The explosions drew closer and closer.

Those Psionicists were already very near the entrance to Area One. Black Shell led the Maid Group in preparing a volley from the Annihilation Cannons. The moment the minefield at the entrance was triggered, they would give it everything they had.

Wu Man had long since pressed both hands against his temples. The youth remained calm throughout, but beneath that calm was a faint sense of helplessness.

At Wang Jixuan's side!

Without greeting Wang Jixuan, Peony turned and rushed back into Area One.

Wang Jixuan did not concern himself with her.

All his attention was focused on Xing Tian—on Xing Tian's body, and on the immense, mottled aura within it!

This opportunity was far too rare.

Wang Jixuan even had an illusion, as though the saying, [Heaven's Evolution Forty-Nine, leaving one thread of life], had once again come true for him.

All the recent misfortunes had actually been paving the way for this moment.

The turtle-shell Secret Base Xing Tian had created was incredibly difficult to open. Wang Jixuan could not think of a solution, so he could only make use of Xing Tian's severed leg and employ the wicked Curse Technique, reducing Xing Tian's soul to a half-dead state. Then came the nuclear explosion, the breakthrough, the destruction of the Secret Base, and the appearance of powerful enemies.

This Secret Base, easy to defend and difficult to attack, was now buying them several precious minutes.

And Xing Tian was even more magnificent. His Promotion Ceremony was half complete, and the qi within him was even greater than when he had been at his peak. His soul was weak, controlled by the curse, and easily refined by Wang Jixuan.

Refined in an instant!

A faint smile bloomed at the corner of Wang Jixuan's lips as his eyes narrowed slightly.

This truly had been the inspiration given by the Fifth Spiritual Practitioner.

A puppet.

Yes, he could not refine Xing Tian into a puppet in a short time, and he did not know how to make puppets. But as for possession, he was quite familiar with it.

Even his current body had been picked up!

Xing Tian's soul became translucent.

Now!

Wang Jixuan exerted force with the left hand gripping Xing Tian's heavenly gate. The Jiaolong Strange Soul on his shoulder suddenly shot out and swallowed Xing Tian's remnant soul in one bite.

Xing Tian's memories surged in like a tide!

Wang Jixuan endured the overwhelming impact of that vast sea of memories battering his Dao heart.

But compared to the burning mahayana remnant soul, what was there to fear from this little pain?

Wang Jixuan nearly crushed Xing Tian's skull. Streams of black energy like grains of sand spiraled endlessly between them as the Jiaolong Strange Soul burrowed into Xing Tian's head. A powerful shockwave suddenly burst forth between Xing Tian and Wang Jixuan, shoving Wang Jixuan backward.

Wang Jixuan simply sat down in the passageway, his hands rapidly forming seals.

[Law Follows].

Dragon Python Swallows Heaven, Great Technique of Soul Transfer!

Xing Tian's body slowly opened his eyes.

The same azure light appeared in Xing Tian's eyes and Wang Jixuan's eyes!