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2239 A tower built in this way has no soul!

Skylark smiled slightly. She flicked her long blue hair and extended her slender hand to Thrice Reckless.

Thrice Reckless Mad Saber had a puzzled look on his face as he watched her hand.

Skylark said softly, “Grab my hand.”

Rather than immediately grabbing Skylark’s hand, Thrice Reckless Mad Saber asked warily, “Senior Skylark, do you agree with me?”

After all, he had been tricked several times in the past.

But before he could react, Skylark reached out and grabbed him. “Stop spouting nonsense.”

Then, she increased the flight speed of her flying sword. “My time is precious. How can I waste it strolling around in space? We are now speeding up our return to Earth. Hurry up, Thrice Reckless!”

With that, two rays of light streaked across the void and rushed toward Earth.

One of the lights flickered happily, while the other betrayed a feeling of despair.

Meanwhile, on Spirit Butterfly Island.

Sage Monarch Spirit Butterfly looked at his phone, speechless.

After a while, he took out a divination stick. He had gotten word that Thrice Reckless was returning from the moon. As such, he decided to calculate when he would return to Earth.

The world better not let him complete this divination or else he might really kill Thrice Reckless Mad Saber to celebrate the Chinese New Year on Spirit Butterfly Island this coming year!

He would kill Thrice Reckless this year, kill Frice Reckless next year, and kill every other Reckless the year after that so as to reinforce the fortune of Spirit Butterfly Island.

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On the moon.

Senior White stretched himself. At this time, there was already a layer of disposable flying swords in the hole.

Senior White was truly the embodiment of chatting while working.

He could use the branches of the wooden body to chat while his own hands were constantly making small-black-room-breaking disposable flying swords.

As the chat group started quieting down, the hole that was the immortal cave had become completely filled with disposable flying swords.

The first step was complete!

“Senior, do you need more wooden swords?” the black-skinned Soft Feather asked obediently, her little hand moving slightly. After cutting out so many flying swords, her hand had gotten so used to it that it was moving even though it was empty now.

She might just be the first inner demon to work so hard.

Senior White patted the black-skinned Soft Feather’s head again. “Thanks for all your hard work. I don’t need any more for now.”

The black Scarlet Heaven Sword asked, “Is the next step to build the immortal cave? What does Fellow Daoist White plan to do?”

Senior White stretched out his hand and flicked it lightly, creating a simple optical illusion.

Several different designs of immortal caves were displayed to fill the hole.

The first design was an immortal cave with a simple style. This style was common on the moon, with it being in line with the aesthetics of cultivators from hundreds or even thousands of years ago.

With a swipe of Senior White’s hand, the previous design was replaced with a sci-fi immortal cave made of steel.

Then came a fantasy design, a rural design, a primitive and savage design…

All kinds of styles were displayed one after the other.

Is Fellow Daoist White trying to build an illusory cave for Song Shuhang? the black Scarlet Heaven Sword thought to itself.

At this time, Senior White asked, “Which design do you think is best?”

It turns out that he was not trying to add any tricks to the immortal cave but just checking which design looked good! The black Scarlet Heaven Sword felt somewhat disappointed.

But it had learned the lesson earlier, so it replied cutely, “I feel that the mountain cave style suits Shuhang quite well.”

If such an immortal cave were built, Song Shuhang could stand at the entrance of the cave every day, look up at the sky, and shout. Would that not be exciting?

Pavilion Master Chu’s strand of hair said in a lazy voice, “Actually, I feel like this pit is already good enough. Just place Song Shuhang’s stone coffin inside and cover it up. Then, place Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet on top of it and plant some virtuous trees all around. With that, a simple and practical immortal cave will have been built.”

The black-skinned Soft Feather said, “Pavilion Master Chu, Senior Song will cry.”

Pavilion Master Chu’s strand of hair smiled and said, “No, his band of monkeys will be responsible for crying. If not, the crying old man from before is very suitable for the role as well. Anyway, we are still on the moon, so it won’t take too long for him to come over if we ask.”

“You must have all been infected by Thrice Reckless… I will give you all a checkup later,” said Senior White. The immortal cave he was going to build now would be used as bait, and it would be him disguised as Song Shuhang who would be living in it.

Since it was the bait, he could not do a half-assed job.

“Seriously speaking, I think the tower shown earlier was beautiful; its cylindrical structure was very conspicuous,” the black-skinned Soft Feather said seriously. “In addition, I suggest that a huge flaming eye be installed on top of the tower as a symbol. Senior Song is known through the Sage’s eye. When others see the cylindrical tower and the flaming Sage’s eye, they should immediately be able to guess that this is Senior Song’s immortal cave.”

Once the tower was erected, the cultivators in this area of the moon would be under the gaze of the flaming Sage’s eye, and they would recall their frightening experience from when they were struck by it.

After thinking for a while, Senior White nodded. “Okay, it’s settled then. Soft Feather, I’ll give you credit for that. When I give out the New Year gifts, I will send one to you and one to your main body.”

“Thank you, Senior White.” The black-skinned Soft Feather revealed a reserved, ladylike smile.

“Now… Time to start working.” Senior White used the Ground Leveling Spell, and the hole in the ground was completely filled, concealing all of the disposable flying swords.

But Senior White was not done just yet, and spiritual energy continued to move about.

As if the ground had received specific instructions, parts of it began moving upward and became solid. It was as if a tower was being 3D printed as layer after layer was formed and stacked on top of each other.

“A tower built in this way has no soul!” the black Scarlet Heaven Sword could not help but complain.

Senior White explained, “We do not have that much time… We have to make a rough shell first.”

The survivors of the Heavenly City had likely already assembled and begun searching, so it was impossible to seriously build a high tower brick by brick.

The best they could do with the little time they had was to create an outer shell and disguise it.

After everything was over, it wouldn’t be too late to build another one.

Amidst the rumbling sound, a tower about 500 meters tall soon took shape.

“This should be enough.” Senior White stopped the Ground Leveling Spell and nodded in satisfaction.

Pavilion Master Chu’s strand of hair asked, “But how are you going to add the flaming eye?”

Fairy Creation blinked her eyes, and then she made a gesture of plucking out an eye. “Song~ Yalasuo~”

The black-skinned Soft Feather said, “Senior Song’s lustrous eyes were given to the four Tribulation Transcenders. If you pluck out his eyes again, what if they don’t grow back?”

The virtuous lamia froze; she had received an order from Song Shuhang.

Afterward, she reached out to open Song Shuhang’s Inner World and pulled out a huge flaming eye from it.

The origin of this eye was rather special.

It used to be an eyeball deity equivalent to a Ninth Stage Tribulation Transcender.

Back then, Senior White Two had lent Song Shuhang 2346 holy ape projection, and only thanks to that was the eyeball deity defeated. It ended up leaving behind this huge burning eyeball, which had been left sitting in Song Shuhang’s Inner World doing nothing since then.

“Not bad.” Senior White took the eyeball with a smile.

Then… he completely sealed Song Shuhang’s stone coffin, preventing even divine sense from seeping through so as to stop him from peeking at the outside world.