A new work from the author of 'My Senior Brother is Too Steady', welcome to enjoy it! ------- [Science Fiction Apocalypse Setting + Alone Cultivation Protagonist, Not a Mindless Feel-Good Story] This is a shattered world where human civilization barely gasps for air on a planet ravaged by the Blade Beast catastrophe, the flame of civilization in underground fortresses flickers intermittently, and human elites in space are brewing a final plan to strike back at the Blade Beasts, but the future of humanity is dimly lit by fading stars… "So," a Mahayana Realm expert, who after cultivating alone for one hundred and twenty-five years failed his tribulation and became a Residual Soul in this 'peculiar' world, sighed deeply as he looked up to the sky: "What the hell does this have to do with me?!"
"Thank you."
"For my fallen comrades."
Lingtong's somewhat desolate figure lingered in front of Wang Jixuan's eyes for a long time.
She must have many stories to her name.
Daoist Wang brought down his hammer with a smash, scattering the various intrusive thoughts along with the image before him, using a clever technique to round off the end, allowing the third section of the 'steel pipe' to take shape smoothly.
His movements were swift as he brought his sword fingers together. Taking advantage of the absence of anyone nearby, he wrapped the steel pipe in qi and suspended it in front of him. His fingertips moved quickly, continuously pouring spiritual energy into it, creating numerous pathways for spiritual power within.
The qi of his elixir field surged upward; Wang Jixuan puffed up his cheeks, his eyes sparkling with a sharp light as he exhaled a fierce breath.
Hum!
The 'steel pipe' vibrated intensely!