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Song Shuhang himself didn’t have much longing for the seat of the Heavenly Dao.

If possible, maintaining the realm of an ‘Immortal’ was the most ideal state for him… and the ‘Sub-immortal State’ was even more perfect.

After all, once Sub-immortal… not even the descending Heavenly Dao coming to hammer him would be able to bring him down.

Song Shuhang’s character was not satisfied with the ordinary; compared to a mundane life, an exciting one attracted him more. Hence, when he first came into contact with the ‘Nine Provinces Number One Group’ and learned that its members were real cultivators who could turn rivers upside down and fly on swords, he instantly made up his mind to engage with the world of ‘cultivation.’

But on the other hand, he didn’t have any obsession with becoming truly ‘ultimate, detached.’

[To become one of the strongest beings, it would be best if no one could lay a finger on me.]

[I don’t easily provoke others, but I must have the power to deter anyone from offending me, ensuring that if someone tries to cross me, I can immediately retaliate and crush them on the spot.]

This was Song Shuhang’s mindset.

Now, the reason he desperately pursued immortality and strived for ‘transcendent’ eternity was not just for himself alone.

He bore the wills of the past, present, and future.

Therefore, between him and Senior White, there had to be one to transcend and resolve the obsessions of the past, present, and future.

But as to who specifically would transcend, it made no difference to Song Shuhang.

Since Senior White was obsessed with ‘transcendence,’ Song Shuhang was more than willing to become the hand that would unlock the ‘Heavenly Dao Prison’ imprisoning Senior White—releasing Senior White to gain true freedom, not bound by any worldly rules, and to dance freely beyond them.

And for himself, remaining an immortal forever also sounded quite delightful.

If he ever grew tired of that, he would discuss with the seniors to see if there was a way to free himself from the ‘Heavenly Dao seat,’ then return to the mundane world as a ‘Sub-immortal’ little Heavenly Dao whom even the Heavenly Dao itself couldn’t hammer—a truly beautiful scenario.

“Alright, let’s go… Leave the source of the Heavenly Dao, and then declare to the myriad practitioners in the universe that we have successfully proved our Dao, and synchronize with the ‘Netherworld World Origin’ to give birth to a ruler of the Netherworld,” Senior White waved to Song Shuhang, cheerfully said.

“By the way, can I give birth to another ruler of the Netherworld?” Song Shuhang followed Senior White and asked curiously.

After all, in the current Netherworld, there was already one Song Dark.

If another Song Dark two were to appear, how would the two Song Darks get along? Would it feel strange to coexist? After all, both were his rulers of the Netherworld, different from Fat Ball and Senior White two.

“Who knows? But it feels like it would be very interesting… Netherworld already has one White from the Netherworld and Netherworld Song; one more wouldn’t be a problem. In any case, everyone should be able to coexist peacefully, right?” Senior White was not troubled by this and instead found it rather interesting.

Once Song Shuhang joined him, the two once again adjusted their synchronization rate and stepped out of the ‘Heavenly Dao Origin,’ emerging from the Heavenly Principle Dimension into the main world.

At this moment, the myriad practitioners in the universe welcomed the era of two co-rulers for the first time!

This was a historic moment.

Unprecedented, and it’s likely very difficult for future generations to achieve!

The Myriad Realms once again trembled, paving the way for the arrival of the two sovereigns.

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Among the myriad practitioners in the universe.

[Here it comes, finally! It’s been a long wait!] The Immortals who had been ready for a while had been waiting for this moment.

Since Tyrannical Song had withstood the might of the former Immortal Existence and forcefully entered the body proving process, the Immortals had been looking forward to this moment.

[You must succeed!] The last wisp of intent from Daoist Senior lingered nervously.

—Even though he had been watching the live broadcast of Tyrannical Song and Fellow Daoist White from the ‘Cultivator Chat System,’ he couldn’t rest easy until the very last moment.

[Will it be two people proving their Dao together, or just one?] The projected clone of Senior White two also watched the void.

[Don’t lose, Tyrannical Song. You must successfully prove your Dao and then relegate the former Immortal Existence to the dustbin of history!] The commentator from the Mo family clenched his fists and muttered internally—You’re the man who defeated me; if you fall at the last moment of proving the Dao, I’ll look down on you!

Inside the ‘Nine Provinces Number One Chat Group,’ the screen was flooded with countless messages.

—Everyone was anticipating the final outcome.

…

Some looked forward to it, while others despaired.

On a minor asteroid in the Cang Yan Realm of the myriad practitioners in the universe, Demon Emperor Hezhi rubbed his face, unable to speak.

He glanced at the ‘Heavenly Dao Pillar photo’ Tyrannical Song had sent him not long ago and then at the figure of the new Heavenly Dao slowly emerging in the vacuum. Despair filled his heart.

Just a few months ago, he was thinking of taking revenge on Tyrannical Song once his injuries healed.

Now, to take revenge with a hammer?

The other party had even taken a step further by proving his Dao and becoming the Heavenly Dao.

From hereon, there probably would be no place for him in the vast myriad realms. Before, he could still escape into the ‘Black Dragon World,’ a unique place that didn’t belong to the “myriad realms.”

But now, if he entered the Black Dragon World, he would die even faster.

As Demon Emperor Hezhi felt miserable, the ‘Cultivator Chat System’s system announcement function sent him a bright red notification: [Look, Tyrannical Song has proven his Dao.]

This was adding insult to injury.

Demon Emperor Hezhi reached out to dismiss the announcement: “…”

But a new system announcement popped up again: [Make sure to recover quickly, little brother Hezhi. Once your injuries are healed, I will suggest to Tyrannical Song to add a ‘Hezhi tribulation’ every thousand years, specifically for you—a VIP service.]

Demon Emperor Hezhi closed his eyes, ignoring the bright red announcement.

[Alternatively, you can come to the Black Dragon World and apologize to me. As long as your apology moves me, I can consider sparing you.] Lady Kunna almost snickered as she swiftly sent a ‘system announcement’ to Demon Emperor Hezhi.

The once powerful Hezhi, who had nearly driven her to collapse and snatched away her control of the ‘Dragon Network,’ had finally fallen to this day.

The resentment in Lady Kunna’s heart finally felt almost vented at this moment.

Then, she unfollowed Demon Emperor Hezhi.

Because Demon Emperor Hezhi could no longer bring her any more pleasure… Her true joy now came from the continuous upgrades of the ‘Cultivator Chat System.’

Each wave of upgrades, every new feature, and each user’s positive feedback made her overjoyed.

Next up, her goal was to integrate the ‘Black Dragon World’ into the ‘Cultivator Chat System.’

Before it was not possible, but now that Tyrannical Song had proven his Dao and the ‘Cultivator Chat System’ had the backing of the Heavenly Dao, the barriers between the Black Dragon World and the main world were no longer a problem.

“After the Black Dragon World successfully integrates into the ‘Cultivator Chat System,’ should I learn a small hair-growing technique? Or get a hair transplant?” Lady Kunna touched her forehead, feeling that her hairline seemed to have receded slightly.

…

Aside from cultivators who embraced this with anticipation and fear, a very small group of cultivators in the myriad realms had very complicated feelings.

These feelings were quite nostalgic.

For example, in the vicinity of the moon.

There was a red-haired Fifth Stage Golden Core expert looking up at the sky with his fellow friend.

“You might not believe it if I tell you… A few months ago, while I was chasing the ‘Soul Devouring Demonic Gourd’ in the starry skies near the moon, I encountered Tyrannical Song. At that time, I even chased and almost killed him all over the starry sky, nearly making him fall to the ground. Had it not been for summoning his senior, Venerable Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue, I might have actually taken him down. Now, Tyrannical Song has become the Heavenly Dao,” the red-haired Fifth Stage expert said with nostalgia.

His fellow friend looked at him as if he were insane, subconsciously distancing himself.

—Had his old friend lost his mind?

Actually fantasizing about attacking Tyrannical Song?

One should not boast like that!

Moreover, don’t you know that Mister Tyrannical Song has already proven his Dao and become an immortal?

Blowing your own trumpet at the time of his ascension, aren’t you afraid of attracting heavenly tribulation, to be struck to death by its might?

Even if the Heavenly Dao Tyrannical Song spares you, the laws of the Heavenly Dao might remember you… When you face your own tribulation, the might of their heavenly tribulation will surely rise by several levels!

Are you weary of living?

“Don’t say any more, if you keep this up, I’ll have no choice but to sever ties with you,” his fellow friend warned. He certainly didn’t want to inexplicably face a larger future heavenly tribulation simply because of his friend’s wild fantasies.

“I knew it, you definitely wouldn’t believe me,” the red-haired Spiritual Emperor lamented.

——Even I have trouble believing it myself!

If he hadn’t remembered that the Venerable Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue had taken his “Blade Dragging Technique” and “Flame Substituting Technique”, sparing his life as the price, he might have thought he was dreaming.

…

Like the red-haired Spiritual Emperor, Uncle Zheng De, the sect master of the Immortal Farming Sect, was similarly feeling nostalgic.

At that moment, Uncle Zheng De and several of his Immortal Farming Sect disciples were observing the scene of the “Will of the Heavens making an entrance.”

“You might not believe this, but I once firmly punched the face of the Heavenly Dao Tyrannical Song and knocked him out cold on the spot, unable to rise again… The incident even made the news in the Jiangnan District,” Uncle Zheng De said, stroking his chin with a wistful expression.

In other words, I was once someone who had triumphed over the Will of the Heavens face to face!

Damn, that’s enough to boast about for a lifetime.

Should I record this glorious event in the ‘Immortal Farming Sect’ archives?

And along with that, I should also collect that piece of news from the Jiangnan District from back then—the news about how he met Tyrannical Song and punched him unconscious.

In the future, when the disciples of the Immortal Farming Sect look at the records, they will surely be shocked by his feat!

After all, each Heavenly Dao in its youth fought above their level as easily as breathing, nearly always undefeated!

Beating a young Heavenly Dao at the age of eighteen is definitely something to boast about for a lifetime!

Some disciples of the Immortal Farming Sect looked at Uncle Zheng De with disbelief in their eyes.

But the several elder mentors of the Immortal Farming Sect standing by similarly looked wistful and nodded slightly, saying, “This is true. However, overall, our Immortal Farming Sect has a fairly good relationship with the Heavenly Dao Tyrannical Song. So, you don’t have to worry about punishment from him. On the contrary, we may even benefit from this.”

Cultivating a good relationship with Tyrannical Song is really the most correct and wisest choice for the Immortal Farming Sect.

…

In the world at the bottom of the sea.

The king of the sea urchin warriors, the Sea King, silently touched the Tribulation Immortal Armor on his body.

“I’m truly freaking clever,” the Sea King said with palpitations.

Luckily, I decisively chose to give up hatred and settled with Tyrannical Song through the channel of the ‘Almighty Merchant.’

Otherwise, facing Tyrannical Song who had proven his Dao and ascended to the Will of the Heavens, I and the sea urchin warriors would definitely face extinction!

…

“Ugh, finally a true Immortal. With this, my burden has finally lessened,” the giant turtle of disaster mumbled as she looked at the sky.

However, even though it was a good thing that Tyrannical Song was finally thoroughly Immortal and wouldn’t drop parts of the ‘aura of eternity’, why did she feel so stifled?

Was it because she could no longer bite Tyrannical Song?

…

…

Finally, amidst the anticipation and various emotions of myriad practitioners in the universe, Song Shuhang and Senior White’s figures were simultaneously projected across the myriad realms.

“It’s two individuals, achieving immortality at the same time!” Senior White’s projection let out a breath of relief as if a huge burden had finally been lifted off his shoulders.

“At last, I am content,” the last strand of Daozi’s consciousness could finally rest easy.

From now on, the world is in your hands, Tyrannical Song and Fellow Daoist White!

“Success, it’s a success!” Soft Feather cheered and typed a message in the Nine Provinces Number One Group.

She didn’t know why she suddenly felt so thrilled.

In her heart, an unstoppable joy bubbled up, and she couldn’t contain her happiness.

But… even though she was cheering, tears uncontrollably started to flow from her eyes.

“Eh? Why am I crying?” Soft Feather reached for her face, confused as she wiped away her tears.

She was truly happy.

She was truly celebrating for Senior Song and Senior White.

But for some reason, she just started crying.

It wasn’t a cry of sadness, but rather tears of happiness.

The tears from her eyes simply wouldn’t stop.

Soft Feather bent her long legs, rested her arms on her knees, buried her face in her arms, and broke down in tears.

The more she cried, the happier she felt.

Hearing his daughter’s cries, Profound Sage Spirit Butterfly immediately became anxious.

“What’s wrong, Soft Feather?” Senior Spirit Butterfly hurriedly asked.

“I don’t know, but I’m just so happy, and then I cried,” Soft Feather looked up, her face wet with tears.

“Is it Song Shuhang?” Senior Spirit Butterfly clenched his fists.

For a moment, Senior Spirit Butterfly considered flying up to the sky, pressing down the Will of the Heavens, and giving it a good hammering.

Don’t think you’re great just because you’ve proven the Heavenly Dao.

Even if you’re the Heavenly Dao, I, Spirit Butterfly, am not afraid of you!

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While all beings were paying attention to Tyrannical Song and White’s immortal ascension, the Dark Giant of the Fourth Heavenly Dao was no exception.

It, too, was silently diverting its attention to the changes of the ‘Heavenly Dao.’

[So they really succeeded? Two different individuals achieving immortality at the same time, and they even managed to take the final step?]

[And so quickly…]

The process of Tyrannical Song and the beautiful scammer’s ascension seemed to be attached with an ‘acceleration’ effect.

This pressing acceleration finally forced it into a corner with no escape.

From beginning to end, it seemed to have no other choice.

[I have no other way out; the next step of two different individuals achieving immortality at the same time could be detachment. Once detached, my future is completely sealed.]

[So, I must make one last stand.]

[All preparations are ready…]

Beside it, the Immortal Daoist had been fortified with the ‘Domination Secret Method’ to prevent it from backfiring at the last moment.

After making all the necessary preparations, the Fourth Heavenly Dao seized the last opportunity.

“Next… to return to the Heavenly Dao seat!” The Dark Giant made the most painful decision—it was so grievously costly that it wouldn’t have chosen it unless left with no other choice.

When it abdicated, it had left a way to temporarily activate its ‘immortality,’ elevating itself to its limit, enough to return to the Heavenly Dao seat.

But the price… was that it would lose a portion of its internal consciousness within its ‘Body of Eternity.’ That part of its immortal body would become a ‘Blank Nickname,’ losing all control.

It would essentially be a state of paralysis!