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“Perhaps, I understand why Daoist Priest Scarlet Heaven has insisted on cultivating a Heavenly Dao,” said the Great Northern Emperor, looking at Tyrannical Song, who was under the ‘Dao Rune’ at the time. He had suddenly resolved an inner perplexity.

After cultivating a ‘Heavenly Dao,’ in the Immortal Realm, one could be like the current Tyrannical Song!

In fact, not just Tyrannical Song, but also him, Daoist Priest Scarlet Heaven, Cheng Lin, Song Shuhang, master of the Buddha Temple, and the Eight-Armed Ancient Heavenly Demon—fellow friends who, if needed, could now contact Daozi and obtain a portion of the simplified ‘Sub-Immortal Information’ from him.

This is the benefit of having a Heavenly Dao as your backing.

At this moment, under the protection of the Heavenly Dao ‘Daozi,’ Tyrannical Song could behave as recklessly as he desired. The things he once did only cautiously, he could now do boldly and without worry!

“Agree, and then begin the one-on-one process,” the Great Northern Emperor said with a smile that seemed to melt icebergs.

The surrounding immortals nodded and selected the ‘agree’ option.

The entire ‘time-distorted secret realm’ quieted down.

The immortals and the Tyrannical Songs all closed their eyes without speaking a word.

If it were not for the intermittent puffing of white smoke over Song Shuhang’s head, this scene would appear as though time had stopped.

Pavilion Master Chu’s dumb hair was enveloped by white smoke, discontentedly shaking it off.

After a moment.

The bored Pavilion Master Chu used her dumb hair to encircle the white smoke, forming it into a smoke ball that she carefully stacked on top of the ‘Hamster Ball’ above Song Shuhang’s head, making it the upper half of a gourd.

“Perfect,” remarked Pavilion Master Chu’s dumb hair with satisfaction.

Just as she spoke, the Heavenly Dao protective runes above dispensed golden light, promptly cooling and reinforcing Tyrannical Song’s head.

The smoke ball that formed the upper half of the gourd also dispersed.

Pavilion Master Chu’s dumb hair: “!!!”

The smoke ball that I had so painstakingly formed, ah.

Pavilion Master Chu’s dumb hair lost its momentum and lazily lay on top of Song Shuhang’s head, motionless.

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Elsewhere.

Evil Corpse Tyrannical Song arrived in the Sinful Black Lotus World, the iron fortress of Senior White Two.

“Senior White, has the egg of King Kun been born? My main body sent me here to borrow the egg of King Kun and see if I could extract some clues from it,” said the Evil Corpse with the same familiarity as visiting his own home, entering Senior White’s fortress.

“Still experimenting, wait on the side for a bit. Once I finish this experiment here, I’ll let you take the egg of King Kun away,” said one of Senior White Two’s research clones.

It’s unclear what contents Senior White Two’s clones are researching.

Could it be the ‘Egg of King Kun Cookbook’?

Unable to borrow the egg of King Kun for the time being, Evil Tyrant temporarily rested in the Sinful Black Lotus World.

As the experiment by Senior White Two took slightly longer… the idly bored Evil Tyrant began strolling around the vicinity of the Sinful Black Lotus World.

Walking around, he unconsciously left the Sinful Black Lotus World and went over to Dark Song’s place to visit the sealed fat ball leader.

At this time, Dark Song retained only a thread of Tyrannical Song’s consciousness, maintaining basic operations while stationed in the Demon Sea World.

The fat ball leader was pressed near the Demon Sea World by the Heavenly Dao Seal, guarded by Dark Song.

When Evil Tyrant arrived, he discovered that fat ball leader was in the middle of covertly analyzing the seal of Daozi.

The sealing technique of Daozi wasn’t too clever; it was a seal that purely overpowered finesse with force… suppressing directly with Heavenly Dao authority and rules.

“Long time no see, fat ball leader,” said Evil Tyrant as he sat down cross-legged near the seal.

The fat ball leader silently glanced at Song Shuhang’s Evil Corpse and chose not to speak.

Evil Tyrant didn’t mind.

After he had taken his seat, he spoke as if talking to himself, “Fat Ball, are you bored? Want to chat for five bucks?”

Fat Ball: “…”

Ba Er began talking on his own, “Before proving their Dao under the Will of the Heavens, the rulers of the Netherworld Realm were part of the Will of the Heavens itself, becoming masters of the Netherworld. So, that means the rulers of the Netherworld also possess a perfected path to immortality, right?”

Fat Ball: “…”

“So, what exactly is your path to immortality, Fat Ball?” Ba Er asked.

Fat Ball: “[Sneer] You think I’d tell you that?”

“Actually, whether you tell me or not doesn’t really matter. Once our preparations here are complete and my Dark Song merges with you, Fat Ball, I think I’ll eventually find out all these things,” Ba Er said cheerfully.

Being an Evil Corpse, and given that Tyrannical Song had so many heart-wrenching pendants nearby, Ba Er could learn quite a lot just by listening.

All Fat Ball wanted to do was swear inside, but because it had to remain civil, it couldn’t say those words out loud.

“By the way, Fat Ball… what’s your origin?” Ba Er asked again.

In the tale of grievances between the Sage of Confucianism and the eighth Heavenly Dao, whenever the origin of the Heavenly Dao liquefied metal ball is brought up, it’s described as ‘mysterious’.

No one knows the roots of the Heavenly Dao ball; it isn’t human, demon, monster, Buddha, or ghost…

And before its final battle with the Sage of Confucianism, no one knew its origin.

It seemed to have popped out of thin air.

Ba Er really wanted to try the “secret appraisal technique” on Fat Ball—now that the main body had reached the Immortal Realm, the cost of appraising a ruler of the Netherworld should be greatly reduced.

But considering that the main body was currently in a ‘multi-threaded simultaneous cultivation discussion’ state, using external stimulation suddenly could cause a collapse of his main body’s condition.

Ba Er had no choice but to suppress the urge.

When Fat Ball heard this question, it suddenly fell silent.

Had Ba Er’s words struck a weak spot in its heart?

After a long pause.

“I don’t know,” Fat Ball said.

Ba Er: “!!!”

“My memories split from those of the Heavenly Dao ball after the fight with the Sage of Confucianism ended. But if I trace back further, my memories… only involve cultivation, meditation, learning, cultivation…” Fat Ball explained slowly.

Apart from a vast amount of knowledge and cultivation techniques, it had no memories of its own origins.

“Did the Heavenly Dao ball tamper with you?” Ba Er guessed instinctively.

It seemed that every generation’s Heavenly Dao had a habit of tampering with its corresponding ruler of the Netherworld.

The three-eyed young senior seemed very dissatisfied with his own Heavenly Dao and had mentioned topics like ‘treat one’s own ruler of the Netherworld well’ during his exchanges with Song Shuhang.

Father Goudan had it relatively good; although researched by the Heavenly Dao, the Heavenly Dao truly cherished Father Goudan.

The ruler of the Dark Sun of the Netherworld Realm had their main consciousness synchronized and was directly seized by the Heavenly Dao’s countermeasure.

Senior White Two had his thigh cut off.

Now, it seemed like Fat Ball’s memories might have been tampered with by the Heavenly Dao ball.

“That big idiot!” Fat Ball, reminded by Ba Er, also thought of this possibility and was furiously enraged.

[Or perhaps, there’s something inherently problematic with Fat Ball’s origin?] Ba Er had another possibility in mind, which he didn’t voice.

Both guesses were plausible.

And deep down, Ba Er leaned more towards the second guess.

[First, I’ll report back to the main body and see if I can borrow Daozi’s ‘Heavenly Dao Authority’ later to perform some calculations and deduce information about Fat Ball,] Ba Er fed back this thought.