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Chapter 2387 Have I Lost My Appeal to the Fat Ball?

Following that, just as the Illusory Reality willingly connected with the data package, Song Shuhangʼs Core World also actively engaged with this fragment of the artificial small world.

In this entire small world, there was nothing that Song Shuhang couldnʼt establish a connection with.

Satisfied, Song Shuhang nodded in approval. He then once again sat cross-legged and assumed a meditative posture.

”Seniors, Black Skin Soft Feather, Lady Onion, Hamster, if you find yourselves getting bored, feel free to return to the Core World and take a break for a while. This time, my seclusion will be a bit longer,” Song Shuhang addressed his pendants before closing his eyes.

The Core World had already been opened and allowed everyone to return at their convenience.

”No need to rush. The entrance to the Core World is right above us. We can go back whenever we want,” the sword remarked. It suspected that Song Shuhangʼs ʼextended closed-door cultivationʼ would likely last no more than three days and two nights.

”Would you at least remember my real name?” Black-skinned Soft Feather weakly retorted. Her name wasnʼt ʼBlack-skinned Soft Feather,ʼ but lately, all the seniors seemed to have forgotten her real name.

”Iʼll join you in seclusion. I could use some alone time,” the hamster chimed in. ”Watching Tyrannical Songʼs potentially explosive show here is far more interesting than returning to the Core World.”

”Then please, everyone, do as you wish,” Song Shuhang said while exhaling a sigh of relief before entering closed-door cultivation once more.

The Illusory Reality unfolded once again, but this time, it only enveloped a one-meter radius around Song Shuhang.

Moments later...

The statue labeled Unknown White No. 31 on the track suddenly cracked open. With a graceful stride and flowing hair, Unknown White emerged from the statue and approached Song Shuhang.

Pavilion Master Chu, the sword, and Stone Tablet Fellow Daoist watched Unknown White with cautious eyes.

”As expected of my masterʼs template. Heʼs so beautiful,” the hamster praised.

”I wouldnʼt mind having long hair like that,” Lady Onion said earnestly.

ʼWould Lady Onion with long hair make the green onion sprouts taste better?ʼ This thought crossed Black-skinned Soft Featherʼs mind, but she refrained from vocalizing it, as it could potentially hurt Lady Onionʼs feelings.

Arriving at Song Shuhangʼs side, Unknown White No. 31 reached out and lifted Song Shuhang, who was in a cross-legged position. Passing through the Illusory Reality, Unknown Whiteʼs body and hands made contact with Song Shuhangʼs body and mandhandled him like a puppet.

Under the control of Unknown White No. 31, Song Shuhang was made to assume the horse-riding posture once again.

”...” The sword was left speechless.

Unknown White No. 31 circled around the elevated Song Shuhang while nodding with satisfaction. Then, with a light clap of its hands, numerous points of light appeared in the air and entered Song Shuhangʼs Illusory Reality.

These points of light were the beings of the artificial small world. One of them were the sentient giants.

Taking away these points of light and the complete data package from Song Shuhangʼs mind, the entire civilization of the small world now rested in Song Shuhangʼs hands.

”I leave the past of this world to you,” Unknown White said with a smile.

From this point on, the artificial small world would gradually fade away and ultimately cease to exist. The only remnant it left behind in the world was that vast data package, which Unknown White entrusted to Song Shuhang—the complete ʼhistory.ʼ

In reality, all the giants in the artificial small world that had fallen into ʼinfinite reincarnationʼ had long been reduced to mere data and no longer existed in the ancient times.

Afterward, Unknown White No. 31 turned around and returned to his pedestal, once again becoming a statue.

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The following day, the sword broke the silence with a sigh.

”I donʼt know why. But seeing Song Shuhang seriously enter closed-door cultivation for an entire day left me feeling somewhat emotional.”

”It seems he can stay in closed-door cultivation a bit longer... Typically, after obtaining a tremendous opportunity in an entire artificial world, itʼs quite common for cultivators to enter closed-door cultivation for several years or even decades to digest their gains,” Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet remarked.

”I bet Shuhang wonʼt be in closed-door cultivation for more than two days this time. He wonʼt exceed three days at most,” the sword predicted.

”Why is everything limited to three days?”

Three seemed to be a magical number.

”I bet I can remain in seclusion for a month this time,” Song Shuhangʼs voice suddenly resounded.

The sword was left speechless.

It rotated its hilt and glanced back, only to see Song Shuhangʼs primordial spirit leaving his body and talking in his sleep.

”Shuhang, save the sleep-talking for when youʼre actually asleep,” the sword sighed. ”I thought you could last at least three days and two nights, but youʼve only lasted a day and youʼre already cheating?”

”Whatʼs the plan this time?” Pavilion Master Chu asked in bewilderment.

”Yes, I need to make a trip to the main world before completely assimilating the fragment of the artificial small world,” Song Shuhang replied.

Pavilion Master Chu was left dumbfounded.

”Weʼll be dealing with the Fat Ballʼs clone. Senior White Twoʼs divination mentioned a method to deal with the Fat Ballʼs clone, and it lies right beneath us,” Song Shuhangʼs primordial spirit pointed at the seal under his feet.

This seal harnessed the power of 33 Unknown Whites and had the capability to directly imprison the Fat Ballʼs bossʼs clone within an egg!

Thus, he had to contact the Fat Ballʼs clone before the fragment of the artificial small world was fully integrated.

”My physical body must remain here, so I can only dispatch my primordial spirit to attract the Fat Ballʼs bossʼs attention,” Song Shuhang explained, extending his hand. Two sets of life-bound magical treasures took flight to safeguard Song Shuhangʼs primordial spirit.

”Isnʼt it risky for your primordial spirit to confront a Netherworld Ruler?” Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet leaped up with concern.

”Iʼve charged my body with electricity. I can assist you,” Pavilion Master Chu offered while transferring herself to Song Shuhangʼs primordial spirit. This ʼtransferʼ technique was certainly advantageous for those experiencing hair loss.

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Using the Inner World as a launching point, Song Shuhangʼs primordial spirit employed the Sage Sealed Wooden Saber as a reference and appeared directly in outer space within the main world.

Now, all he had to do was wait for the appearance of the Fat Ballʼs bossʼs clone.

Song Shuhang believed that, given the Fat Ballʼs patience, its clone would endure the solitude.

During the few days he spent in the artificial small world, the Fat Ball bossʼs alternate account must have been divining his location.

Song Shuhang had confidence in his appeal to the Fat Ball.

Pavilion Master Chu and Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet were also ready to confront the Fat Ballʼs clone.

Time ticked away.

Ten minutes, half an hour, one hour, two hours...

But the Fat Ball didnʼt make an appearance.

Song Shuhang was confused.

ʼCould it be that Iʼm no longer attractive to the Fat Ball?ʼ