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“Some time ago, Tyrannical Song, with his mortal body and before proving his eternity, had already managed to manifest the ‘ruler of the Netherworld,’ which was beyond my imagination,” he said.

“Now, the entire Netherworld Realm has been imbued with the aura of Tyrannical Song… it has completely become Tyrannical Song’s territory,” he continued.

“And given the close relationship between the current Will of the Heavens and Tyrannical Song, his corresponding ruler of the Netherworld likely will not be an enemy to Tyrannical Song’s ‘ruler of the Netherworld.’ Is the Netherworld Realm now joint-ruled by two rulers of the Netherworld?” he pondered.

“I better leave quickly. The Netherworld Realm is filled with Tyrannical Song’s presence everywhere; it wouldn’t be good to be discovered staying here,” he decided.

Now, every action within the vast Netherworld Realm was surely under Tyrannical Song’s watchful eye; it was not wise to linger.

So, a few of the bolder immortal big shots came quietly and left just as quietly.

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In the depths of the Netherworld.

The bud of the giant tree-like black lotus opened, revealing the newly born Dark Song within.

At this moment, Dark Song’s aura was already like that of a true ruler of the Netherworld, nearly indistinguishable from that of Senior White two.

Surrounding Dark Song were countless ‘fragments of Cheng Lin’, shining like starlight at his side—these starlight-like fragments, if cultivated, could each produce a high-quality petty ghost spirit.

This time, Cheng Lin had been utterly shattered.

After the black lotus bloomed, these myriad ‘fragments of Cheng Lin’ instinctively began to spread out, fleeing towards the myriad practitioners in the universe.

At this moment, the prepared Father Goudan waved his hand and threw out the Goudan Shell in his hand.

The Goudan Shell gently sucked in most of the ‘fragments of Cheng Lin,’ drawing them into the shell.

However, a few tiny fragments remained in Dark Song’s hands, not retrieved.

“Song Goudan, let go,” Father Goudan cautioned—Don’t be improper, holding onto my daughter’s fragments.

“Father Goudan, just give me a moment,” Dark Song replied with his eyes closed.

The fragments he held were somewhat special.

These fragments had actively moved to Dark Song’s hands right after the bud opened.

At this moment, some data flowed from these fragments, transmitting to Dark Song and through him to the main body of Song Shuhang.

“Does Fairy Cheng Lin have any special messages that she wants to leave for me?” Song Shuhang’s main body received this data, decoding and reading its contents.

Reading data was an operation Song Shuhang had become very proficient in.

At present, as he read various data, he could also simultaneously check for any security threats in these messages.

After all, he was an immortal. He knew a few basic tricks of the trade.

After reading the data from the fragments of Cheng Lin, Song Shuhang’s mind gained a portion of memories… it felt like he was ‘recollecting,’ accessing their contents.

In this ‘recollection,’ he encountered a world rich in spiritual power.

The spiritual power was so abundant that even a single breath would nourish him with spiritual qi.

It was truly a paradise that any cultivator would dream of.

“What place is this?” he softly wondered in the memory.

A moment later.

In his memory, ‘he’ seemed to have given up thinking, or perhaps ‘he’ was never good at thinking in the first place.

“Let’s try to contact the main body first. This time, the main body must console me gently, and it has to console me for three hours, no… at least five hours to make up for the trauma to my mind!” the ‘he’ in memory said seriously.

But after a moment, the ‘he’ in memory suddenly froze.

Because ‘he’ couldn’t contact the main body anymore.

The contract with the main body was still in place, but the contract made with the ghost spirit was somewhat damaged! Moreover, the main body and he seemed not to be in the same world; the signals sent were like stones sinking into the sea, completely unresponsive.

At this point, ‘he’ began to panic.

Because ‘his’ ability to live independently was virtually zero. The previous ‘he’ just needed to act according to the main body’s plans never needing to think about questions like “What should I do, where should I go.”

Simultaneously, Song Shuhang, who entered the ‘memory,’ also began to panic.

Although he had guessed early on, although he had faintly noticed some clues, even though he had made some mental preparations…

Still, when the truth was revealed, even Song Shuhang’s tempered heart couldn’t help but race.

These were parts of Song Woodhead’s memories, carefully cherished and hidden until now, only to be shared at this moment.

And in this ‘memory,’ that fragmented ‘contract made with the ghost spirit’ and the uncontactable main body matched his own experience—it was his ghost spirit number one, taken away by the lustrous scholar and ultimately went missing.

So, the times he had been beaten up by several big shots over and over were really not accidental injuries.

According to karma, the big shots hitting him was not wrong…

Song Shuhang’s main body panicked for a short while, and the plot in the ‘memory’ switched to the next scene—what Song Shuhang held in his hand were pieces of the ghost spirit fragment, carrying memories that were naturally incomplete.

The scenes in the ‘memory’ shifted and transformed.

In the scene, ‘he’ waved goodbye to a fairy from the Crystal-clear Water Pavilion—it was a young Pavilion Master Chu.

At this time, Pavilion Master Chu was full of youthful energy, and she looked more like a slightly older sister.

Slow-Witted Song stood at the boundary of the bustling Crystal-clear Water Pavilion, watching ‘him’ leave.

This part of the plot was exactly when the ghost spirit had lived in the Crystal-clear Water Pavilion for a while and finally decided to venture out and explore the world beyond.

After moving away from the Crystal-clear Water Pavilion, ‘he’ quietly turned his head to glance at its location.

“I will come back… I will definitely come back in time, wait for me!” the ‘he’ in memory clenched his fist tightly: “I want to seek out more ghost spirits with ‘blank’ attributes, break through my own limits as a ghost spirit, and become stronger.”

Having said that, he then used a quick movement technique and darted forward.

After traveling a very long distance, the ‘he’ in memory stretched out his arms.

“I, Tyrannical Saber Song One, have a wish,” he shouted loudly into the vacuum, “I want to find for the main body a beautiful, talented, capable fairy, and end his child Daoist’s state after he turns eighteen!”

Song Shuhang: “…”

What kind of wish is that?

And why are you shouting so loudly? Are you afraid others won’t know about your main body’s situation?

After shouting, as if he had released some pressure, the ‘he’ in memory took out a notebook: “Compared to the big sister type like Slow-Witted Song, isn’t Senior Sister Ye Si who hasn’t matured and is still very young, more likely to be liked by the main body? Should I consider adding an effect in Senior Sister Ye Si’s techniques that allows one to regain youth upon reaching a certain cultivation level in the future?”

Song Shuhang: “…”

Do you have some kind of misunderstanding about me?