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2438 Seize the Opportunity, Tyrannical Song!

Those who had never laid eyes upon a Confucian sage couldn’t fathom the extent of their strength!

Even the universally recognized Heavenly Emperor, who was said to be on par with the Confucian sage in terms of cultivation level, couldn’t match the sage’s prowess in battle.

This was the sage who had carved a unique path, ushering in a golden age for Confucianism!

The subsequent battle had no twists, no dramatic comebacks, and no thrilling flashbacks.

From the moment the Confucian sage’s obsession body appeared, with the opening act of the iron fists of knowledge pounding the liquid metal giant, to the relentless onslaught that shattered it, there was a single sensation—pure exhilaration.

Throughout the entire battle, the obsession body of the Confucian sage never resorted to a second spell or attack.

Just like that, the colossal form of the liquid metal giant was mercilessly reduced to smithereens by the unrelenting iron fists of Confucian wisdom and left nothing behind.

“It’s over,” the Great Northern Emperor remarked softly.

The Confucian sage’s obsession body retracted its final blow, and the scripture suspended in the air was drawn back into the sage’s grasp.

The fervent flames of obsession dissipated.

The Confucian sage’s obsession body vanished to reveal the feeble Slow-Witted Song within.

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Slow-Witted Song exhaled deeply and collapsed onto the ground.

His utilization of the Confucian sage’s obsession power was fundamentally different from Song Shuhang’s experience. When Song Shuhang had harnessed the sage’s obsession, it had been primarily driven by his own will.

In contrast, when Slow-Witted Song activated the Confucian sage’s obsession power, the entire battle had been orchestrated by the sage’s obsession.

It felt as though his very essence had been drained.

Were it not for the support of Song Shuhang’s ‘half body’ this time, Slow-Witted Song doubted he could have endured until the end.

Cracks appeared on the Sacred Shadow Land on Slow-Witted Song’s wrist.

Fortunately, the Sacred Shadow Land endured until the conclusion.

“Your efforts are appreciated,” Slow-Witted Song gently caressed the Sacred Shadow Land, being careful not to apply too much pressure, lest it shatter.

He then carefully removed the Sacred Shadow Land and placed it within the spiritual lake of the second half of Song Shuhang’s body, where he could nurture it.

“Is it over?” the Immortal Peach Fairy inquired. This was a complete artificial world, and leaving it unused seemed like a waste.

At this moment, the Great Northern Emperor spoke coldly, “We can’t take control of it; it’s too hot. We obliterated the liquid metal giant within this world, and it’s highly likely that an invisible mark has been left on it.”

“But leaving it untouched seems like a waste,” the Great Western Emperor chimed in. “Perhaps Tyrannical Song might fancy this chaotic world?”

“For Tyrannical Song, this small world is just as troublesome. He’s still in the midst of transcending the Eighth and Ninth Stage heavenly tribulations. Handing him this world might pose a risk. However… someone else might find it useful,” Slow-Witted Song noted.

He produced a disposable flying sword, a rudimentary version similar to Senior White’s, and left it at the entrance of the chaotic world.

Should Sage Monarch White require this chaotic world, his powerful fortune would naturally guide him to its vicinity and allow him to retrieve it.

If Sage Monarch White had no interest in this world or found it excessively problematic, his own fortune would naturally steer him clear of the small chaotic world.

“Additionally, let’s leave a coordinate marker at a more distant location. If Sage Monarch White isn’t intrigued by this chaotic world, when the time is right, we can return to claim it for ourselves,” Slow-Witted Song suggested.

The coordinate marker should not be placed too close, to avoid triggering a fixed-rate backlash from the Heavenly Dao.

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Having taken these measures, Slow-Witted Song initiated the golden vortex once more.

The ancient Heavenly City’s Immortals returned to the golden vortex space—they couldn’t linger in the mortal world for too long before the Heavenly Dao could potentially seize them to rectify its imperfections.

After the Immortal Emperors had departed, Slow-Witted Song sealed the golden vortex.

With their final retreat severed, the current Heaven was left with no escape route.

If their calculations held true, following the loss of this path of return, the Heavenly Axiom would be unable to ‘restart’ the next time it ‘crashed’!

Both the core of this chaotic world and the Celestial Thearch’s Heavenly Court Dao were methods employed by the Heavenly Dao Ball to reboot itself.

If the Heavenly Dao Ball couldn’t be restarted and entered a state of dormancy, that would present the perfect opportunity for Song Shuhang’s advancement!

Taking advantage of the Heavenly Axiom’s temporary pause to ascend to the Prominent Divine Stage would spare him from the Ninth Stage heavenly tribulation.

“Seize the opportunity, Tyrannical Song. The rest is up to you,” Slow-Witted Song’s form detached from Song Shuhang’s body.

“Are you ready? We’re setting off.” At that moment, a figure materialized in the void.

It was Fairy Cheng Lin, now devoid of any signs of life.

Currently, she was borrowing Ye Si’s body and employing a secret technique to make a temporary appearance.

“Let’s go… It’s time to meet the Heavenly Emperor once more. To be honest, her transformation has exceeded our expectations,” Slow-Witted Song nodded.

The true form of the Celestial Thearch was also a part of the original ghost spirit, Ghost God Cheng Lin.