Song Shuhang himself didn't even notice that the roots of the lotus projection had quietly taken root in the Scholarly Sage's urn.
As soon as he returned to the main world, he had a lot of things to deal with.
Master Jin's free teleportation service was excellent, and Song Shuhang's consciousness accurately returned to the main world. At the same time, he reconnected with the Inner World.
Song Shuhang's consciousness returned to the Inner World.
I, I, Song, have come back again and again!
I wonder if Fatball's blood sacrifice formation has ended in the Inner World?
Song Shuhang's consciousness immediately returned to his head and the 'Fake? Illusory Reality 'area.
'Fake? The 'Illusory Reality' has yet to dissipate.
Shiliu Su floated outside the illusion, with the White Dragon Sister wrapped around her body, and the little assistant floating on the side.
Senior Turtle and Lady Onion were also on the side.
In other words, he shouldn't be staying in the Scholarly Sage's urn for too long, no more than a day at most. After all, with his current physical state, maintaining the 'Fake? Illusory Reality 'wouldn't be able to last that long.
In addition to Shiliu and Senior Turtle, the Almighty Merchant was also standing next to Shiliu.
At this time, the Almighty Merchant frowned and didn't make a move.
Song Shuhang's consciousness' looked 'at Shiliu's little hand.
The 'insurance voucher' in her hand that Song Shuhang had given her was activated.
'I see. No wonder the Almighty Merchant would appear here.' The Almighty Merchant was able to enter the Inner World because the 'little assistant' had opened a temporary passage for him.
The Almighty Merchant felt stifled, and said, "I'll compensate you with two insurance vouchers."
Shiliu Su shook her head gently.
The Almighty Merchant looked up at the sky.
"Four, at least four!" Song Shuhang's consciousness hurriedly spread his thoughts.
Unfortunately, his current state was very strange, and even the little assistant couldn't detect him. No one would be able to hear the thoughts that he sent out.
Song Shuhang's heart felt stifled.
Then he adjusted his posture and crashed into the 'Pseudo? Within the Illusory Reality.
I'll look for the Almighty Merchant for compensation later.
…
…
In the illusion of reality.
The formation that Fatball of the Nine Nether was in control of had already been exhausted. The 'channel' created by Fatball had shrunk to the size of a strand of hair.
That was good news.
Song Shuhang's consciousness' looked 'at his own body again.
"My head!" A great sorrow welled up in his heart.
His head was now in a withered state, as if it had been dried by the sun. It was miserable.
His wooden body was also withered beyond recognition.
Song Shuhang's consciousness returned to his body.
A feeling of extreme thirst welled up. He wanted something to drink, anything at all.
"Have you recovered?" Xiao Bai asked.
"Water, water." Song Shuhang trembled.
"This is a desert," Little White said slowly.
[I didn't expect you to survive the blood sacrifice. You're more tenacious than I thought.] The Nine Nether Fatball's voice came.
Fatball hadn't left yet!
[However, death is only a matter of time.] Fatball's voice slowly disappeared. [The formation of the blood sacrifice has been digested, but the aftereffects of the blood sacrifice will not stop.]
There was no sadness or joy in the fat ball's voice.
Then, his attention shifted from Song Shuhang to an even more important place.
The results of the blood sacrifice were out.
The fat ball ruler had already obtained the information he wanted.
The hair-thin 'channel' completely disappeared.
The 'blood ropes' wrapped around Song Shuhang's body burned.
"Ahhhhh ~" The wooden body's navel screamed. With a wooden body, it was most afraid of fire damage.
With the help of the last bit of feedback from the power of the blood sacrifice, as well as the information lock, Fatball forcibly threw its consciousness into a mysterious space.
No matter where the Sage's ashes were going with the 'bone of eternity', it had nowhere to hide now that it was prepared!
Even if it wasn't in the main universe or the Netherworld Realm, it wouldn't be able to stop it.
…
…
In the Wielder of the Will ceremony.
Master Gold was still holding the Sage's urn in his hand as he was dragged along.
"Is it just my imagination?" Master Gold murmured. "Why do I feel like this bone has grown hair?"
While he was talking, an external consciousness suddenly broke into this space, broke into the Sage's urn, and locked onto the bone of eternity inside.
"[Sneer] You can't escape, Sage. No matter how perfect your plan was before you died, the plan is dead, and it won't work if you can't change it. " This external consciousness could actually make a sound. From this alone, one could tell that it was much more advanced than Song Shuhang.
"F * ck you! You scared me to death. "Master Gold fiercely waved his hand and slapped the external consciousness.
It was a conditioned reflex.
This was completely a conditioned reflex. No matter who it was, it was normal for them to instinctively slap something that suddenly appeared next to them while saying some fancy lines.
"Slap ~"
The external consciousness was scattered by the slap.
At the same time, the 'hair' on the bone of the Sage's urn darted out, piercing the scattered consciousness, and dragging it into the urn.
Several formations on the Sage's urn lit up, and the lid of the urn quickly closed.
At the same time, several big locks were hung on the urn, completely sealing it.
On the row of locks, there were also formations that could conceal one's aura and conceal the secrets of heaven. These formations spewed out a faint layer of mist, covering the urn.
After everything was done, the Sage's urn changed its orbit, and began a new journey, moving to another area of the Wielder of the Will ceremony. This way, no one would be able to lock onto it again.
"Heavens, it's really amazing." Master Gold was dumbfounded.
The Sage's protective measures for this bone were simply too rich.
After watching the urn disappear into the distance, Master Gold touched his bald head. "It seems that I won't be able to see the Sage's urn for the time being."
After saying that, he lowered his head and looked at his golden hands. "Hey, I'm back."
* * * * *
In the Core Small World.
Song Shuhang's' fake '? The 'real illusion' disappeared.
Song Shuhang appeared in front of everyone.
"Shuhang!" Shiliu Su hurriedly stepped forward and supported him.
Song Shuhang opened his mouth, but it was too dry, and he couldn't make a sound.
He stretched out his trembling hand and raised four fingers at the Almighty Merchant.
The Almighty Merchant: "???"
Oh, that's right. Ba Song wanted the 'Ancient Heavenly Court' fragment back, right? The 'Eastern Spring Pavilion' fragment that he took back from the Emperor Heaven.
"Four," the small assistant said. "What Mister Tyrannical Song means is for us to compensate at least four insurance vouchers."
The Almighty Merchant: "…"
"Drink some water." Shiliu Su took out a kettle and fed Song Shuhang a few mouthfuls of spring water.
Song Shuhang let out a sigh of relief, and poured some water on his' wooden body '.
His withered body slowly began to recover.
In his head, a 'vitality' that was completely different from that of cultivators below the Ninth Stage began to gush out, nourishing his head and his wooden body.
It was the vitality of a Tribulation Transcender.
Song Shuhang's true body had survived the first and second tribulations of the Ninth Stage heavenly tribulation, and the vitality of a Tribulation Transcender was born in his body.
At present, his realm hadn't reached that level, and the vitality of a Tribulation Transcender could not give him a lifespan of ten million years. However, the vitality of a Tribulation Transcender could give Song Shuhang a stronger recovery ability, and his vitality was also more tenacious.
After a few breaths, Song Shuhang's head and body recovered, and a few leaves even grew on his wooden body.
"I'm alive again." Song Shuhang sighed comfortably.
"Do you want to drink some more water?" Shiliu Su took out another kettle.
Song Shuhang laughed, and said, "No need, I feel that I'm in a very good state right now." For the first time, he found that drinking water was such a happy thing.
As he laughed … Suddenly, his body seemed to have been drained of water, and it quickly withered.
He could feel his skin begin to wrap around his bones, his lips were dry, and he couldn't secrete any saliva.
His wooden body was in an even worse state. His body cracked, and the leaves that had just grown withered and fell.
Song Shuhang: "???"
Fairy Creation weakly said, "Song ~ Stupid ~ Curse ~ Sequelae ~ Dumb ~"
It was the sequelae of Fatball's blood sacrifice.
Song Shuhang said in a hoarse voice, "Damn it."
The White Dragon Sister stretched out her small claws and pressed them on his body, casting several healing spells, curse cleansing spells, and dispelling spells on him.
For a time, the light effects of the spells shrouded Song Shuhang.
After the spells were cast, Song Shuhang quickly recovered as if he had just drunk water.
But it was the same as before.
After a few breaths, his body and head withered again.
"This sequelae is so overbearing." The White Dragon Sister retracted her small claws.
Song Shuhang said via sound transmission, "Can I still be saved?"
The White Dragon Sister said, "If it was me in my heyday, I should be able to do something."
Senior Turtle reminded, "Fellow Daoist Almighty Merchant should have some tools that can be used."
"There's a fee." The Almighty Merchant smiled slightly. "I have good tools here. As for the price, I promise I won't raise the price."
Senior, you've changed. You used to give me discounts.
"There's no way I'll give you a discount. I didn't raise the price because you have the potential to be a good customer. I originally wanted to blacklist you." The Almighty Merchant said and handed the fragment of the 'Eastern Spring Pavilion' he retrieved from the Emperor Of Heaven to Song Shuhang.
With this, Song Shuhang had all the fragments of the Four Great Emperors' Heavenly Court.
The Great Northern Emperor's complete 'Eastern Palace'.
The Great Southern Emperor's complete 'Southern Autumn Temple'.
The Great Western Emperor's' Summer Palace 'fragment.
And the current Great Eastern Emperor's' Eastern Spring Pavilion 'fragment.
This gave him the satisfaction of successfully collecting cards.
"Do you want to buy it?" The Almighty Merchant asked with a smile.
Song Shuhang tremblingly waved his hand — he didn't have the money.
At the same time, he tried to contact Senior White Two: [Senior White, Senior White.]
The curse and sequelae of the ruler of the Netherworld were indeed better dealt with by the ruler of the Netherworld.
[Song Shuhang, open the Inner World.] Senior White's familiar voice sounded in Song Shuhang's ears.
Song Shuhang willed it, and the Inner World opened an entrance.
"Whoosh ~"
A 'disposable flying sword' appeared in front of him. Senior White stepped on the hilt of the sword and made a cool entrance.
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To be honest, he didn't expect to spend so much time with everyone. This feeling was very good.
Because this chapter had been written for a long time, he threw flowers to celebrate.
Also, I wish the Daoist masters who have married and had children a happy Father's Day ~
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