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Just imagining Fat Ball getting so mad that it puffs up, sprouting spikes all over its round body, made White Senior Two incredibly amused.

He was curious just how big Fat Ball would get when it puffed up with spikes. If a small pufferfish can swell to the size of a little ball, then Fat Ball, in proportion, might expand to the size of a village-level grenade. Or maybe even larger—county-level? City-level?

As the ruler of the Netherworld, White Senior Two realized that to live happily, he needed a worthy opponent, someone who could occasionally bring him joy.

In the past, White Senior Two found Fat Ball quite annoying at times—but now that Fat Ball had truly revived, White Senior Two found himself oddly pleased.

“Senior Song has stopped heating up,” Black-Skinned Soft Feather, who was always attentive, pointed out.

The heat radiating from Tyrannical Song’s head had begun to dissipate, and his body was no longer disintegrating and regenerating.

The tuft of hair on Pavilion Master Chu’s head swayed elegantly as she cast a water-based healing spell, gently covering Song Shuhang’s head.

The healing spell from the Clear Water Pavilion was subtle yet effective, like a gentle mist enveloping him.

As it settled on his head, a faint “ssssss” sound was heard, and a soft white mist rose.

“Is he waking up?” asked the Red Cloud Sword.

Stele Daoist replied, “It doesn’t seem like it.”

“But his eyes look very alert,” added the Red Cloud Sword.

Black-Skinned Feathered Soft Child explained, “Senior Red Cloud Sword, those are actually the Sage’s Eyes, processing information. That’s why he looks alert. You should check out his Third Eye instead; it doesn’t seem to be focused.”

Red Cloud Sword was left speechless.

“I tried to @-mention Shuhang in the Cultivation Chat System, but it says he’s still in a shutdown state,” White Senior Two’s voice chimed in. “It seems he’s latched onto something truly extraordinary this time.”

White Senior Two had a hunch that Song Shuhang might be experiencing one of those “dreaming” states again.

“Fairy @#%×, you take care of Shuhang from here on out,” White Senior Two instructed.

The Merit Snake Beauty slowly coiled around Song Shuhang, using the power of merit to nurture his body.

The painful expression on Song Shuhang’s face eased, and the frown on his brow softened.

In the dream.

The Daoist had successfully completed the ritual, becoming the 8.5th Heavenly Dao.

At that moment, the Daoist had started to familiarize himself with the “Heavenly Dao Authority,” experimenting with using its rules and powers on a small scale.

Meanwhile, Song Shuhang finally emerged from that brain-melting state of deduction.

The aftereffects of that single moment of intense mental strain were overwhelming.

Even now, Song Shuhang’s brain remained in a daze. Although he was in the dream, attached to the Daoist’s body, he could only numbly sense the Daoist’s manipulation of the Heavenly Dao Authority. His foggy mind couldn’t comprehend any insights.

His brain was utterly exhausted.

This immense opportunity—personally experiencing the operation of the Heavenly Dao Authority—was something Song Shuhang could barely take advantage of in his current state.

Sometimes in life, you can’t have both the fish and the bear paw; you have to make a choice.

But fortunately, Song Shuhang didn’t feel any regret.

Because—besides him, there was also the “Old Tyrant Song!”

While he might not be able to seize this chance to experience the Heavenly Dao’s power, it didn’t mean he wouldn’t have another opportunity in the future. The “Old Tyrant Song” from the future would relive this moment anyway.

If you can’t have both fish and bear paw, then this time, I’ll have the fish, and next time, I’ll have the bear paw!

In the dream, the Daoist continued to familiarize himself with the Heavenly Dao Authority and began devising a plan to resolve the aftereffects of the Confucian disciples’ resurrection.

Meanwhile, Song Shuhang’s dazed mind slowly started to recover.

The mental exertion from that single moment was vast, but the rewards were equally significant!

Firstly… Song Shuhang had fully comprehended the “Non-Life, Non-Death Path to Immortality.”

This was an unexpected gain.

Song Shuhang had been using that brief moment of Heavenly Dao insight to deduce the “Cultivation Chat Immortal Path” and hadn’t intended to delve into the “Non-Life, Non-Death Path.”

After all, the framework for the “Non-Life, Non-Death Path to Immortality” had already been established, and it would unfold naturally.

But as he worked on the “Cultivation Chat Immortal Path,” his understanding of the “Non-Life, Non-Death Path” deepened.

Both paths were carved from his own body, both were his paths to immortality… so, naturally, they weren’t entirely separate.

The two immortal paths shared many commonalities, influencing and complementing each other. Gaining a deeper understanding of one also enhanced his understanding of the other.

As Song Shuhang had predicted, the “Non-Life, Non-Death Path to Immortality” was an extreme and brutal path to immortality.

Its extremity and brutality weren’t directed at others—but at Song Shuhang himself!

“It does have some similarities to Fairy Cheng Lin’s ‘dead as can be’ state, but they are fundamentally opposite.”

Fairy Cheng Lin’s path to immortality was the “Path of Birthing New Life.” She would give birth to a new version of herself periodically, shedding the old self in a process that made her stronger, shedding death, and achieving endless life.

Song Shuhang’s current “Non-Life, Non-Death Path to Immortality” was also a cyclical path, similar to Fairy Cheng Lin’s, with a transformation occurring after each cycle.

However, while Fairy Cheng Lin’s transformation leaned towards life, Song Shuhang’s path leaned towards death.

After each cycle, the “Non-Life, Non-Death Path to Immortality” would experience death, during which all negative effects would be “killed off,” followed by rebirth… In this way, the revived Tyrant Song would become stronger than before.

And typically, both Tyrant Song and Fairy Cheng Lin existed in a peculiar “Non-Life, Non-Death” state.

One cycle led towards life, while the other towards death.

“Non-Life, Non-Death is just a state of this immortal path… This path seeks life through death,” Song Shuhang murmured.

This was the counterpart to Fairy Cheng Lin’s “Path of Birthing New Life”: the “Path of Seeking Life Through Death.”

As Song Shuhang fully comprehended this immortal path, his physical body in the real world began to undergo a corresponding transformation.

The Realm of Three Corpses Calamity Immortal, in the Primordial Era, was also known as the “Weak Immortal Realm.”

If a Calamity Immortal in this realm truly grasped an immortal path, they would immediately attain the Way.

And now, the same was happening with Song Shuhang.

As he achieved enlightenment, a moon wheel quietly appeared behind his head.

Its glow was as gentle as water.

Though the “Non-Life, Non-Death Path to Immortality” was a harsh and extreme path towards immortality, the light of this moon wheel was incredibly gentle, revealing a rare, tender brilliance.

The soft glow illuminated the tuft of hair on Lord Chu’s head and shone upon Phoenix Claw’s paws…

It also bathed all of Song Shuhang’s nearby companions in its light.

Phoenix Claw stared blankly at the glow for a moment before blurting out, “Youyou!”