Cultivation Chat Group - Chapter 2474
2474 The Essence of History is a Replay Machine
“Perhaps there will be something like ‘Heavenly Dao Molting White,’ ‘Heavenly Dao Molting Eye,’ or ‘Heavenly Dao Molting Dragon’ among them?” Song Shuhang pondered while rubbing his chin.
Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet was speechless.
In the next moment, Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet, who had moments ago declared, ‘We will never part in life and death. If you die, I will be the tablet,’ swiftly untied the rope connecting him and Song Shuhang. He leaped gracefully into the hands of Fairy Creation while transforming into a bystander tablet to avoid being entangled in Song Shuhang’s tribulation.
Song Shuhang looked puzzled.
However, Senior White Two showed no reaction to the term ‘Heavenly Dao Molting White.’ It seemed that he could accept the term ‘Heavenly Dao Molting White’—maybe because it didn’t describe him, so he didn’t mind it?
Seeing that Song Shuhang wasn’t sent soaring into the sky, Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet felt somewhat regretful.
“The thoughts of the ruler of the Nine Worlds are too complex and unpredictable. It’s impossible to fathom.”
At this moment, Senior White Two’s voice echoed in Song Shuhang’s mind again, “Don’t overthink it… The one who attacked you is still the ‘Heavenly Dao Molting Ball.’”
Song Shuhang was taken aback.
Wasn’t the Heavenly Dao Molting Ball still sealed?
“The fat ball is in a unique state. Its remnants were born before the Heavenly Dao collapsed and were sealed by us. And after the complete collapse of the Heavenly Dao Ball, a new ‘Heavenly Dao Molting Ball’ was born in the world again to wander around. You can think of it this way: the previous Molting Ball wasn’t entirely deceased, only half of it perished. This time, it’s the other half of the molt left behind after its demise,” Senior White Two explained.
The Heavenly Dao governed countless realms, so a complete molt wouldn’t be so diminutive. In fact, in the obscure corners of every plane, new Heavenly Dao remnants could emerge at any moment. The quantity might not even be singular.
Unless he waited for the new Heavenly Dao to vindicate the Dao, he could sweep across countless realms and conceal the Heavenly Dao Molting again.
“Not dead? Half dead, half alive?” Song Shuhang gazed at the sky. As expected of the Wielder of the Will, he possessed numerous tricks up his sleeve.
“Half dead, half alive, are you referring to Shuhang?” The voice of the Heart Demon Sword emanated from the cocoon of virtue. Even encased in the cocoon, it refused to relinquish its role as a heart demon.
“I’m not half dead. I’m as dead as it gets, down to just one head,” Song Shuhang retorted.
“Ah! He’s dead! He’s dead!” While they conversed, Lady Onion’s voice suddenly resonated.
Song Shuhang was perplexed.
When did Lady Onion become so immersed in character?
Did the trinkets on his person evolve toward actors?
“It’s crushed to death. No! It’s crushed to death!” Lady Onion exclaimed dramatically. She had been watching Song Shuhang’s Profound Sage Speech and had been fine until now. Suddenly, the scene shifted, and she found herself in Song Shuhang’s visual experience while getting crushed by the fat ball from another perspective. This pain was a hundred thousand times worse than when the green onion was unsheathed, and the green onion shoot fell.
What made Lady Onion feel even more despair was that she had experienced this before! Back then, she was in Song Shuhang’s arms, being sliced into pieces and resurrected repeatedly.
But this time, she entered Song Shuhang’s viewpoint and underwent the agony of being run over by the fat ball. Looking at the same event from a different angle was a novel experience!
Because she had lived through the original incident, Lady Onion knew well that this ordeal of being crushed to death wasn’t just a one-time occurrence but an unending loop!
How cruel was the life of a green onion!
“I’m joining in!” Soft Feather chimed in excitedly. “Ah! My whole body is being crushed! How miserable!”
Song Shuhang stared at Soft Feather in bewilderment. He didn’t detect any signs of ‘pain’ on Soft Feather’s person.
Come to think of it, could the owner’s pain be transferred to the ghost spirit? Had Soft Feather shifted her agony to the Heavenly Emperor?
On the other hand, Su Clan’s Sixteen’s cute visage was contorted, evidently enduring the pain.
“That’s why I told you not to watch the live broadcast,” Song Shuhang sighed. He extended his hand, procuring the same type of sheet as the Almighty Merchant, wrapping Lady Onion, Su Clan’s Sixteen, and Soft Feather, allowing them to recline.
“Ah, he’s resurrected! Who’s the one who revived him?” Lady Onion clutched the green onion shoot, screaming at the top of her lungs.
In the adjacent room, Senior Eternal Fire, who had just rushed over with enthusiasm and was about to meet his young friend Song Shuhang, stiffened slightly.
“Hold on, the pain will pass,” Song Shuhang consoled, helpless that his ‘pain immunity’ couldn’t produce a vaccine to alleviate the pain for Su Clan’s Sixteen and the others.
Seeing Sixteen endure the suffering and hearing Lady Onion’s cries, he felt powerless.
“Take them to the Inner World,” Pavilion Master Chu suggested, her mind in a haze. “The Living Spring can alleviate their mental anguish.”
Song Shuhang’s eyes brightened at this suggestion. “The Living Spring can alleviate mental pain to some extent!”
“Senior Song, I don’t need it,” Soft Feather waved it off. “I don’t feel pain at all.”
“Don’t be complacent… The longer the painful experience, the more excruciating it becomes,” Song Shuhang cautioned. He reached out, gently placing Su Clan’s Sixteen, Soft Feather, and Lady Onion into his Inner World and situated them alongside Pavilion Master Chu’s main body, who was busy blowing bubbles.
The White Dragon opted to stay behind, transitioning from Su Clan’s Sixteen’s neck to Song Shuhang’s. For the moment, she preferred facing Pavilion Master Chu’s foolishness rather than entering the Inner World.
She would rather endure Pavilion Master Chu’s ineptitude.
“In the Confucianism world, which is clearly isolated, Tyrannical Song can still develop his own small world? Is his small world that formidable?” King Kun, residing within Yuan Zi’s consciousness, pondered and made a note of this information.
It was a ‘what if’ statement. If they ever needed to target Tyrannical Song in the future, they’d have to find a way to imprison this unique small world. Otherwise, Tyrannical Song could employ this small world for offense, defense, and escape. Therefore, they needed a strategy to limit it!
After sealing his Inner Small World, Song Shuhang exhaled deeply. “The new Heavenly Dao Molting Ball is a headache.”
“A new Heavenly Dao Molting Ball? Molting Ball Two?” Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet inquired.
The White Dragon inquired, “Do you have a plan?”
“No, but I have experience. Perhaps I can use the same trick again,” Song Shuhang mused while extending his hand to touch the sealing pillar that enclosed the Confucian Classic, which restrained the fat ball boss.
There appeared to be some kind of fate between the sealing pillar and the Heavenly Dao Molting Ball.
History was, at its core, a recorder.
Perhaps Heavenly Dao Molting Ball Two was destined to be sealed within the fat ball boss’s pillar?
“However, to seal the Heavenly Dao Molting Ball, I’ll need cooperation from someone,” Song Shuhang contemplated.
Boom!
Just as he pondered, a violent tremor shook the world outside the golden lotus.
“I implore you to open your eyes and cease being so oblivious! The Tyrannical Song you seek is right here, within the scholarly faction! So, cease chasing me!” A thunderous voice echoed from beyond the White Cloud Academy and reverberated into the world of the golden lotus.
