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Chapter 2988: Chapter 2986: Do whatever you want to do!

Seeing Song Shuhang’s carefree appearance, Daozi nodded inwardly.

Tyrannical Song’s face can’t lie!

When he mentioned the possibility of ‘detaching from the Heaven’s Will and saving the members of the Crystal-clear Water Pavilion,’ a resolute look appeared on Tyrannical Song’s face, and then after thinking it through, it turned into nonchalance.

Tyrannical Song’s desire to become the Heaven’s Will +1, Tyrannical Song’s motivation to detach from the Heaven’s Will +1.

This was the result that Daozi wanted!

He would use all kinds of methods to boost Tyrannical Song’s motivation to pursue immortality.

—Since interacting with Tyrannical Song, Daozi had faintly perceived that Tyrannical Song didn’t have as strong an urge for ‘proving his Dao’ as other cultivators did.

This might be because Tyrannical Song knew too many secrets of the ‘Heaven’s Will,’ having encountered much of the Heavenly Dao and the ruler of the Netherworld.

Some things, before they are obtained, people will desperately yearn for them.

But once they are obtained, a rebellious mentality may arise.

Just like the Heaven’s Will and immortality.

If not for external interference, Tyrannical Song would probably live out his immortality like a salted fish, the saltiest fish king in the myriad practitioners in the universe.

But now, with ‘liberating the members of the Crystal-clear Water Pavilion’ and ‘preventing the myriad practitioners in the universe from being obliterated by the Dark Sun,’ Tyrannical Song’s motivation for ‘proving immortality’ has surfaced!

This is just like Daozi himself; if he didn’t have the motivation to ‘resolve the resurrection aftereffects for his junior sisters and brothers,’ he wouldn’t have proven the 8.5 Heavenly Dao. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

[Like this kind of motivation, the more the better. Tyrannical Song’s inner desire to become the ‘Heaven’s Will’ is much more effective than me imposing it.] Daozi’s ‘Heavenly Dao’s View’ scanned the Myriad Realms.

He was sorting out Tyrannical Song’s social connections in the dark, looking for individuals like Pavilion Master Chu in Tyrannical Song’s relationships—those who had a good relationship with Fellow Daoist Tyrannical Song, who concealed a deep sorrow or had some major issues that required the intervention of the Heaven’s Will.

If there were any, Daozi could trigger all these ‘subplot events.’

Tyrannical Song valued ‘his own people’ very much.

As long as someone was recognized by him as ‘his own,’ even at the cost of his life, he would be willing to protect them.

It’s precisely because of this characteristic that Daozi is willing to fully support him, helping him become the Ninth Heaven’s Dao.

“So, Fellow Daoist Tyrannical Song, go prepare a bit… In half an hour, I will open a ‘time-distorted secret realm’ specifically for you. We’re about to start a long period of cultivation,” Daozi nodded to Song Shuhang.

Once the seclusion begins, Tyrannical Song will have to spend ‘decades’ of years in that time-distorted secret realm.

Therefore, he gestured to Song Shuhang to go prepare himself, to say goodbye to his family or daoist friends in the main world or something like that.

“I understand, Senior Brother Daozi. Then… see you in half an hour,” responded Song Shuhang.

“Go ahead,” Daozi waved his hand gently.

Song Shuhang stretched out his fingers and tapped gently on the void.

A space gate opened.

Song Shuhang stepped into it, escaping through the space gate back to the modern world – Earth.

However, when his figure emerged from the ‘space gate,’ he had changed from ‘one person’ to ‘two people.’

Himself, and Senior White’s clone.

Song Shuhang: “Senior White? Where did you come from?”

“This old and worthless one vanishing forth from little friend Song Shuhang’s arm,” the clone of Senior White laughed heartily, a loud and carefree sound.

Song Shuhang: “…”

Senior White’s clone had a constantly changing personality, every time a different clone of Senior White would appear — Song Shuhang always suspected that Senior White’s clones were like a huge “harem,” with countless Senior White clones waiting eagerly in their “Avatar Space.”

When Senior White used his “Clone Technique,” it was as if an ancient emperor were flipping a sign to decide which clone would emerge and enter the main world.

Song Shuhang had grown somewhat accustomed to this setting, but it still felt especially weird whenever he saw a clone of Senior White looking just like “Senior White” and declaring himself “old and worthless” with an elderly tone.

——It felt like this particular clone was a true troller, sneakily ribbing on Senior White’s age.

“My true self needs to stay in the ‘Sealing World’ for some time, perhaps a few days, or maybe for over ten days… Therefore, I have sent this old and worthless one to attend the ‘New Year’s event’ of the Nine Provinces Number One Group’s fellow friends on behalf of him and to distribute New Year’s red packets to fellow friends attending this year. Incidentally, to partake in Fairy Bie Xue’s immortal dishes,” the clone stroked his smooth chin while doing the ‘stroking beard’ gesture.

“Wonderful.” Song Shuhang said.

Soon, he could also leave his ‘steel manifestation’ in the main world to act on his behalf.

The Three Corpses Avatar, however, needed to accompany him into the ‘time-distorted secret realm’ of Daoist Senior for cultivation.

[Speaking of which, neither my clones nor Lady Onion were found through the ‘Heavenly Dao’s View’ this time. Will I have to wait until I prove the ‘Ninth Heavenly Dao’ before I go looking for them?]

Hold on, speaking of Senior White’s clone…

Song Shuhang glanced at the ‘aged White’ beside him.

If he remembered correctly, shouldn’t the ‘Tribulation Crossing Avatar’ that Senior White previously split off still exist?

If it hadn’t dissipated, does that mean there are ‘three Senior White clones’ in the main world right now?

The ‘aged White’ before him, the ‘Tribulation Crossing Avatar’ that was sliced in half, and the ‘youthful Senior White clone’ from Song Shuhang’s real illusion.

Perhaps Senior White’s ‘clone technique’ doesn’t necessarily require calling them out one by one, but rather allows summoning several at once?

The ‘Clone Technique’ of Senior White was getting weirder and weirder.

“Little friend Song Shuhang, don’t zone out, come join the banquet with this old man,” the clone grabbed Song Shuhang and used some kind of Evasion Technique. In an instant, the two turned into streaks of light and dashed into the New Year’s banquet held by the Nine Provinces Number One Group.

At that moment, on the stage of the New Year’s banquet, Soft Feather, the MC, was holding the mic and announcing loudly: “Next, please welcome Young Master Phoenix Slayer and Doudou to the stage for their performance of ‘Young Master Phoenix Slayer Beating Doudou’.”

Song Shuhang: “…”

Doudou looked confused: “Meow?”

Young Master Phoenix Slayer pushed up his glasses, letting out a laugh that was easily worth a thousand yuan: “Hahahaha, Doudou, it’s our turn for the show!”

“I don’t remember agreeing to perform with you on stage,” Doudou bared his sharp dog teeth at Young Master Phoenix Slayer.

“Come on, it’s the New Year, just have fun,” Young Master Phoenix Slayer stepped forward, grabbed Doudou, and dragged him onto the stage.

Doudou angrily said, “Fun my furry butt… Let go of me, or I’ll bite you.”

“Come on, bite me,” said Young Master Phoenix Slayer handsomely tilting his head back.

You need to bite me so I can collaborate with the ‘Young Master Phoenix Slayer Beating Doudou’ act.

Song Shuhang and Senior White’s clone quietly took their seats.

“Have you fully resurrected?” Senior Yellow Mountain asked with a smile via Sound Transmission.

“Mhm,” Song Shuhang nodded slightly.

At the same time, each of his pendants began to return to their places.

“Go and do whatever you want,” Senior Yellow Mountain said while watching the performance on the stage, “The members of the Nine Provinces Number One Group will support you from behind.”

Song Shuhang’s heart warmed up.