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Chapter 2258 - 2258 This is the last of my…

2258 This is the last of my…

In fact, before he reached the Sixth Stage, money really might have been more important for Song Shuhang.

The main reason for that was that resurrection magical treasures were much cheaper for those who were beneath the Sixth Stage.

He was very familiar with the Almighty Merchant, and he’d done business with Fairy Almighty Seller as well. Whenever he bought Resurrection Gold Coins in large quantities, he got a discount from the fairy. As long as he bought 10, he would get 2 free.

For this reason, before the Sixth Stage Realm, money was more important than life for him.

But after the Sixth Stage Realm, resurrecting became a lot more troublesome.

Ordinary resurrection magical treasures could no longer meet the needs of Sixth Stage cultivators.

If a Sixth Stage True Monarch wanted to be resurrected, they would need to set up a resurrection formation somewhere in the universe, and go through the whole process of extracting their blood, binding their soul, and so on before they could be resurrected.

In this way, the price of resurrection naturally rose.

As Song Shuhang was now a Seventh Stage Venerable, the price of a suitable resurrection formation was something he couldn’t afford.

“Pay-To-Win Strike—Divine Strike!” Song Shuhang stretched out his finger and pointed forward tremblingly.

Following Song Shuhang’s instructions, the Inner World Assistant collected all the remaining boxes of spirit stones that it had just transferred away and threw them out of the Inner World.

There were also the last few spirit stones that Song Shuhang kept in his secret stash. The Inner World Assistant dug them out as well…

At the same time, furs and other forging materials that had been harvested from the Inner World’s spirit beasts and demonic beasts were also thrown out.

After this strike, Song Shuhang would not even have a single spirit stone to his name. He would be completely bankrupt!

All the spirit stones and the assets that Song Shuhang had accumulated were funneled into the Pay-To-Win Strike, fused into the light ball between his fingers.

Because he was worried that the power of the Pay-To-Win Strike would be insufficient even with all the resources he put into it, Song Shuhang also poured all his spiritual energy into it to enhance its might as much as he could.

Song Shuhang said in a deep voice, “Fat Ball, take this. This is the last of my assets!”

When Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet, who was right next to Song Shuhang, heard his words, it felt an inexplicable sadness.

Anyway, the Pay-To-Win Strike was unleashed!

An inverted pyramid-like structure appeared behind him. On the top of the inverted pyramid, there was a throne, a phantom of the Throne of Wealth Distribution.

Song Shuhang’s hair shot upward. His originally short hair grew instantly, and each strand was dyed a golden color.

The power of the Throne of Wealth Distribution, now attached to Song Shuhang’s back, had turned into a pair of huge wings of light.

A beautiful eye emerged on the wings. The wings were like a bridge that allowed the power of this eye to be projected over.

The eye on the wings opened slowly, staring at the remains of the Wielder—at the same time, the third eye on Song Shuhang’s forehead also opened.

Song Shuhang’s third eye originated from Senior Three Eyes.

And this Pay-To-Win Strike also originated from Senior Three Eyes.

The two complemented each other!

Song Shuhang felt that the power of his Pay-To-Win Strike was strengthened—he did not expect the third eye to have such a hidden effect.

“Eat my poor self’s Pay-To-Win Strike!”

The light between his fingers shot fiercely at the black hole that the remains of Wielder of the Will Fat Ball had transformed into.

When he attacked, all the treasures in the gaps between the prisons seemed to be attracted. The golden sand, the fragments of magical treasures, the poisonous waters from the Yellow Spring, and all the other items that had not been sucked into the black hole were attracted by the Pay-To-Win Strike, sacrificed, and fused into Song Shuhang’s attack.

This was another effect of the third eye on his forehead.

It actively pulled all the treasures that could be “sacrificed” in the surroundings to enhance the power of Song Shuhang’s Pay-To-Win Strike.

The Divine Suppression of the dazzling stone tablet.

The Divine Strike of the blinding Pay-To-Win Strike.

The two luxurious and wasteful attacks hit the remains of Wielder of the Will Fat Ball with great force.

These two attacks were the embodiment of the famous saying claiming that money was power!

As long as you were willing to spend coins, the enemy would be weakened by the power of money.

With everything they had thrown at the black hole, the suction force of the remains of Wielder of the Will Fat Ball acting on Song Shuhang had weakened once again.

“Now’s our chance!” Song Shuhang seized the opportunity.

He took Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet with him and jumped.

The Inner World was very courageous today, and it coordinated with Song Shuhang and Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet by pulling them in. At the same time, from the depths of the Inner World, several strands of hair rushed out, wrapped around Song Shuhang, and dragged him inside forcefully!

“Boom~”

A loud explosion echoed behind him, but all this no longer had anything to do with Song Shuhang.

The remaining suction force managed to take away the shoes on his feet, but Song Shuhang and Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet had managed to enter the Inner World safely.

The Inner World instantly closed, preventing the remains of Wielder of the Will Fat Ball from breaking in.

“Hah!” Song Shuhang fell barefoot beside the living spring. “I’m alive…”

He had poured all his spiritual energy into the Pay-To-Win Strike, so he was exhausted.

Pavilion Master Chu slowly retracted her long hair, looked at Song Shuhang’s sorry state, and asked, “Who did you piss off this time? If I had not pulled you in, you might have been pulled back.”

To make Song Shuhang suffer so much, the other party’s strength must be incredible.

Song Shuhang said weakly, “The remains of Wielder of the Will Fat Ball…”

Pavilion Master Chu blurted out “What?”

When she heard the words “Wielder of the Will”, she felt her scalp go numb.

Song Shuhang said, “According to Senior White Two, when the authority of the Wielder of the Heaven’s Will begins to fade, the spiritual corpses of the past Wielders will appear in the collapsed parts of the universe. Anyway, that thing was super scary.”

Pavilion Master Chu: “…”

Not only did he provoke the Netherworld’s Fat Ball, but he’s also messing with Wielder of the Will Fat Ball? Shuhang has improved again…

“I really thought that I was going to become a dead tablet today,” Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet said weakly. Its state was not much better than Song Shuhang’s. Its Divine Suppression was a very demanding move. After using it, it felt as if it had been completely hollowed out.

“How was it, Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet? Was it exciting?” Song Shuhang turned to look at Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet and said cheerfully. Because of his bare feet, his toes could be seen wriggling and twitching—the aftereffects of the momentary overstimulation.

Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet refused to reply.

When it was released by Song Shuhang from the Beast Realm’s Garre Holy Mountain’s trial grounds, it had a feeling that Tyrannical Song was bad news and that the big shots he had provoked might have been stronger than it imagined.

But in the end, the stone tablet discovered that it had underestimated Tyrannical Song.

How can you provoke big shots of this level, little bro?

Fighting big shots should be done while following basic rules, okay?

It knew that Song Shuhang was a fake Profound Sage and was only a Seventh Stage Venerable.

Despite that, a Seventh Stage Venerable like him dared to fight against the remains of a Wielder of the Will!

So, it did not want to speak.

It only wanted to be quiet.

Lady Onion took some of the living spring’s water with a cup and poured it into Song Shuhang’s mouth.

Song Shuhang drank anxiously. “Ah, so refreshing… Thank you, Lady Onion. I feel alive again.”

The Nine Virtues Phoenix Saber flew out from behind Lady Onion, circling around Song Shuhang intimately.

Lotus root projections also appeared, seemingly fiddling with the outside world.

“Eh?” Song Shuhang discovered that the roots appeared to be absorbing energy.