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“”””Tyrant Kindness asked in confusion, “A contest of memory? How do we compare that?”

Under normal circumstances, cultivators have incredibly strong memories.

Having a photographic memory is something cultivators at the Second and Third Stage can achieve.

And when one reaches the Immortal Realm, the brain’s processing speed becomes indescribably fast.

Take Song Shuhang’s main body’s current state, for example, after sweeping through with his Immortal-level Primordial Spirit Power, he could encompass everything happening on modern world – Earth within his mental scan and perceive all things.

And everything that occurs within the range of the Primordial Spirit’s scan can be firmly remembered by the main body, down to the ruffling of leaves in the wind, without missing a single detail.

At the Immortal Realm, one could already do many things that are considered ‘divine’ in human myths, and even surpass most deities depicted in those myths, outperforming them beautifully.

If an Immortal so desires, they could ensure good weather, a life free from disasters and difficulties, and instantly receive and respond to the prayers of millions, all within their capabilities.

Hence, at a certain level, ordinary ‘memory contest projects’ would definitely be pointless.

Projects like random number memory, abstract images, or remembering people’s names and faces – for an existence at the Immortal Realm, one glance is enough to permanently remember everything, without missing anything.

Unless the competition is about who can first remember Fishing Hermit’s dao name?

However, if that’s the case, it might end in a draw.

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“Mm, if we’re going to compete, we definitely can’t use ordinary tasks, let me think…” the three-eyed young senior stretched out his hands, and the eyeball butler came forward to drape a cloak over him.

The three-eyed young senior came to the side of Tyrant Kindness and Ba Ben, pulled out his own chair and lay down.

The eyeball butler then served the master immortal tea.

—Although it was always a pain in the master’s heart, contemplating switching jobs, duty calls where one serves, and professional responsibilities must be met. The butler could beautifully complete all the tasks required of him.

Tyrant Kindness watched the three-eyed young senior without blinking.

“I was thinking of using the Sealing Realm to add some fun to the contest. But now that you’re already at the Immortal Realm, sealing would be very troublesome… and it would also waste my precious materials,” the three-eyed young senior continued until he suddenly felt that the tea in his hand lost its flavor.

The last time he contended with Song Shuhang, this guy was still at the Eighth Stage Profound Sage.

This time, he has jumped to the Immortal Realm.

What about the normal Tribulation Transcender Realm?

Was the Tribulation Transcender Realm eaten?

Just thinking about this made the three-eyed young senior’s heart ache.

“Master, given Song Shuhang’s current realm, if we want to compete in memory, we must reach a limit with the ‘memory project’, surpassing what Immortal can accommodate,” the eyeball butler reminded from the side.

The three-eyed young senior rubbed his chin: “Hmm, like Song Shuhang’s last speech to the myriad practitioners in the universe, instantly replying to all cultivators’ questions and providing answers – then we see who can remember more of the questions and answers?”

The last time Song Shuhang suddenly connected to his database, the massive influx of information caused even his head to hurt.

The universe is vast, and the simultaneous questions from all cultivators in the universe almost caused the three-eyed young senior to crash.

“But now Song Shuhang has lost the qualifications to give a speech. He is no longer able to show his divinity in front of the masses and offer cultivators the chance to ask and receive answers,” the eyeball butler said, brewing some emotion and proposing: “So I think, why not extract all the memories of the master from the ancient era to the present and turn them into a competition project. The master’s memories from Eternity to now are so vast that even Immortals cannot instantly absorb and accommodate the amount of memory!”

First, the butler compliments the master, laying the groundwork.

“We can test whether Song Shuhang can memorize all of the ‘memories’ within a specified time. Then, based on the master’s memory, ask some random questions to see if Song Shuhang can answer them correctly.”

The butler spoke more and more enthusiastically.

“If the master really did this, then all of his memories would be laid out right before Tyrant Kindness, leaving no privacy between them,”

Just thinking about it felt very interesting.

The eyeball butler had even thought of a rough draft for the questions he would use to examine Tyrant Kindness.

For instance: how many eyeballs had the master, who had this peculiar love for eyes, collected in his lifetime?

Or: since the master started setting up gambling events, how many times had he lost? One could even delve into detail, asking who the master lost to in a given year and month?

And who was the master’s first love? What did his second love look like? What race was his third love, and how many pairs of eyes did they have?

At this point, the eyeball butler was becoming somewhat impatient.

“I think it could work,” Tyrant Kindness nodded – he was very interested in the three-eyed young senior’s memories as well.

Perhaps he could even catch a glimpse of the three-eyed young senior’s ‘Mysterious Principles of Immortality’?

“Keep dreaming,” the three-eyed young senior rolled his eyes three times.

He did not intend to make his memories public to anyone.

However, the proposal from the butler was not bad.

The three-eyed young senior’s gaze landed on ‘Gambling Demon Emperor,’ “How long have you lived?”

Demon Emperor Og: “…”

Is this targeting me?

I refuse to answer this question!

To become a bet was already inhumane enough, and now you even want to use my ‘memories’ as betting items, what more do you want to do to me before you’re satisfied?

You two demons!

No… both of the ones before me are rulers of the Netherworld.

To call them demons is practically a compliment to their kindness.

You two heartless rulers of the Netherworld!

“The ‘Gambling Demon Emperor’ and the Confucian Sage are from the same era, but he is much younger than the Sage…” Ba Ben chimed in from the side.

He remembered that the Gambling Demon Emperor, after proving his Dao and achieving immortality, couldn’t wait to challenge the Confucian Sage, but because he was too arrogant, he angered the Sage, was rubbed against the ground, and was even fitted with a permanent seal.

“So, he’s from the end of the ancient era? Too short, that duration of memories isn’t enough to be a wager for a bet,” the three-eyed young senior said dismissively.

Demon Emperor Og: “…”

Did I just get looked down upon again?

Why is there a feeling of loss deep inside although I don’t have to become part of the betting items anymore?

“Shall we use my main body’s memories as the wager? There are some things in the main body’s memories that are quite hard to remember,” Tyrant Kindness suggested aloud.

“No thanks, I have no interest in experiencing your memories,” the three-eyed young senior waved his hand dismissively.

He remembered that Tyrant Song’s mere one year of ‘Cultivation memories’ contained a lot of ‘Death Experiences, painful experiences.’ To touch these memories and try to remember them would be akin to self-torture.

The wise ruler of the Netherworld, having once been tricked by Tyrant Song’s ‘painful tolerance,’ would not fall into the same trap again.

“So, we might as well use the master’s memories. Master, you can edit your memories a bit,” the eyeball butler began to egg on.