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Even Song Shuhang, who had been seasoned through the trials of the Nine Provinces Number One Group, was momentarily stunned.

However, it only lasted for less than an instant.

Sometimes, you just got to brush off the nonsense talk; take it seriously and you lose.

But…

Could something like time travel truly be achieved?

Song Shuhang’s own “dreamland” skill could let him dream of the past, but after all, the dreamland was just an illusion, like accessing a memory and personally experiencing it.

The reason “dreamland” could affect the past was related to the strength of the one being dreamt of.

Only those whose strength surpassed beings like Senior Scarlet Heaven could sense Song Shuhang in his dreamland state—this sensing was based on the great ones’ powerful intuition, as well as methods like divinations of the “future”.

If the subject of the dreamland could not sense Song Shuhang, then he couldn’t possibly cause the slightest impact on the “past”.

“Can something like time travel really be done?” Song Shuhang suddenly inquired.

On the other side, Little Song Song, the one without a home: “…”

No techniques work against the non-technique; Song Shuhang didn’t respond to his nonsense talk. Even if his verbal attack skills were maxed out, they were ineffective. Without serious conversation, Song Shuhang might end up talked to death.

“Normally, it’s impossible. Any entity with physical substance thinking of time travel… the rules of the Heavenly Dao would certainly not permit such a thing to happen,” Little Song Song without a home said after a moment’s thought. “Unless, it’s like the ‘dreamland state’ your dad has.”

Song Shuhang reflected on this.

Besides his own ‘dreamland,’ he also remembered the ‘Future Child’ form of Soft Feather.

He had encountered that special state of Soft Feather.

“Then, what’s your story?” Song Shuhang asked.

Little Song Song without a home: “Dad, you’re asking this in a very professional way… My answer is, I know nothing.”

That was the truth; he did not have an answer himself either.

Song Shuhang: “…”

Was the person opposite to him now addicted to acting? Calling him dad always felt like calling his own father.

“I know you, dad, have many questions for me, and after some time… It won’t be long, I will return. By then, everything about me will come back with my return. The answers you seek will all be answered,” Little Song Song without a home continued.

With this, he made his identity official.

—The vanished petty ghost spirit would return soon, possibly bringing back all its memories and… power?

Song Shuhang raised his eyebrows slightly as he read this reply.

He had thought his heart would be complicated when he got this answer.

But to his surprise, when he actually heard the reply, Song Shuhang found his heart to be undisturbed!

He had a great heart passed down from his ancestors, and his mind and willpower were fairly firm, he had experienced much.

But such tranquility at this moment was clearly abnormal.

It seemed that there was nothing left in the world that could still surprise him.

“This state is clearly not right,” Song Shuhang furrowed his brows.

After a bit of thought, he guessed a possibility.

Could it be the influence of the Heavenly Dao’s vision?

The Heavenly Dao, the information of eternity, combined with the ‘Heavenly Dao’s View’ Daozi shared with him, these things might be affecting him continuously.

Once the cumulative effect reached a certain level, Song Shuhang’s heart would become ‘undisturbed’.

In the face of any information from the myriad practitioners in the universe, he could not stir any emotion.

“Is it that each Heavenly Dao is affected? Or is the ‘incomplete’ Heavenly Dao being disturbed by ‘Heaven’s Will’?”

Upon further thought, the fat ball, which was the Heavenly Dao, seemed to have entered robot mode in the later stages, mechanically enforcing the laws of the Heavenly Dao and processing events programmatically.

Could it be that the flight of each Heavenly Dao is related to this issue as well?

After a calm contemplation, Song Shuhang noted this down in his ‘memorandum’ to discuss thoroughly with Senior White, Senior White two, Father Goudan, and the three-eyed young senior once the ‘dreamland’ ended.

Then, Song Shuhang replied, “Do you have something else to do? Why do you need to wait a while before returning? Is my current state still unable to withstand it?”

After all, Song Shuhang had already stepped onto the Path of Seeking Life Through Death and had become a true Immortal.

If not even an ‘Immortal’ could withstand it, did he need to aim for pseudo-immortality?

“Now, I have completed the ancient Heavenly City’s obsession with the help of Daozi’s hand. However, there are some things that I would like to settle at the end.” Little Song Song without a home replied—and moreover, if Daozi completes the mission of the 8.5th Heavenly Dao and enters the official 9th Heavenly Dao battle, he would need to use the ceremonial formation to extract and resurrect the ‘portion of existence’ that Daozi had previously preserved.

Song Shuhang: “Alright.”

To be honest…

Song Shuhang’s strength was already to the point where he was indifferent to one more or one less pendant.

The pendants on him were all incredibly powerful, basically starting from Immortal or divine weapons, one more wouldn’t matter, one less wouldn’t hurt.

Therefore, whether petty ghost spirit number one chose to return now or later wasn’t urgent for Song Shuhang; he was just casually inquiring.

By contrast, it was a big question how to handle the personal relationships when the other party returned.

“Also… if you, dad, are using ‘Heavenly Dao’s View’ to watch the myriad realms, you should have seen that scene, right?” Little Song Song without a home suddenly brought up.

“The Stellar Destruction Virus?” Song Shuhang asked.

Little Song Song without a home: “Yes.”

“Daozi’s consciousness has returned… He should be about to take action against these ‘Stellar Destruction Viruses’,” Song Shuhang said aloud.

As he spoke, Daozi’s intent resurfaced, pressing down on the myriad practitioners in the universe.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Fellow Daoist Tyrannical Song,” Daozi spoke.

He had just taken a moment to rest, to recover, and to familiarize himself with the ‘Heaven’s Will’.

“Not at all—I have gained many insights into the myriad realms through ‘Heavenly Dao’s Vision,’ and I have yet to thank Daozi for it,” Song Shuhang replied.

“That’s good then,” Daozi emitted an emotionless chuckle.

Though laughing, the laugh was without a ripple.

He seemed to have been affected by the information of eternity as well.

“If Fellow Daoist Tyrannical Song is ready, then experience my actions carefully next. It might be helpful for you to condense your second path to immortality,” Daozi added.

He was only affected, but his reason and thoughts were not problematic.

Song Shuhang nodded without saying anything further, and calmly maintained the link with Daozi through the ‘dreamland’.

What followed was Daozi’s time to enforce the laws.