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As he thought about WiFi, Song Shuhang recalled the several networks he’d encountered.

The Black Dragon Network, the Virtuous Network, and Senior White’s high-level network. When the latter added him as a friend through the Virtuous QR Code, he needed to switch networks to do so.

Which network is the fat ball using to control its clone remotely?

Is there a way to disconnect it from the network?

The Sage’s obsession, who was one with him, sensed his thoughts.

The Sage’s left hand was still pressed on the head of the fat ball’s clone. Energy gathered in the palm of his hand and exploded, ravaging the beauty of the fat ball.

Witnessing this scene, Song Shuhang discovered that there was something he could finally learn from the Sage. Should he want to do something similar, he could use the Lightning Palm. The next time he encountered an enemy, if he managed to stick his palm onto the other party’s face, he could imitate the Sage and gather energy in his palm, blasting off the other party’s head.

Meanwhile, the Scholarly Sage moved his right hand, writing one Scholarly Rune after the other in the air.

This time it was not as exaggerated as the 10,000-character scripture from before, but the speed was still comparable to that of the modern printer.

Before the fat ball could react, the countless Scholarly Runes flipped and turned into a dragon made up of words that wrapped around the fat ball.

In the next moment, Song Shuhang could feel his mind soar. He was getting the same excitement as when he sat on Senior White’s disposable flying sword series.

Just when Song Shuhang almost could not help but cry out, the feeling disappeared.

Then... Song Shuhang saw a ball.

......

“F*ck.” He was taken aback.

It was the main body of the fat ball, which was in its new lair.

Its new lair was located in a special space, a small world similar to the ‘world of the black lotus’ that was attached to the Netherworld Realm like a parasite. This would prevent Senior White Two from rooting out its lair again.

When Song Shuhang looked around, he found that this new lair was very large; it gave him a sense of boundlessness.

Inside this huge space, runes that gave off a metallic luster floated everywhere, while thin tubes connected the countless runes.

The runes and the thin tubes built a huge network in the new lair.

Song Shuhang’s heart thumped, because he immediately understood that this network that the fat ball was building was very similar to the Black Dragon Network.

Where the network’s important “nodes” were located stood transparent crystal pillars. Below these crystal pillars was machinery that seemed to have come straight out of a science fiction story.

The whole world gave off a feeling that was a mix of science and magic.

Shuhang fell in love with the style of the new lair of the fat ball, feeling that it was very cool. When he returned to the main world, he would try and see if he could replicate this style in his Inner World.

The main body of the fat ball was located at the center of this new lair.

Several liquefied tentacles extended out of its body, connected with the network in the air.

At this moment, the fat ball was staring indifferently at several images projected in the air.

One showed the combat space above the scholarly faction. The image was a scene of the battle between its clone and the Scholarly Sage’s obsession.

Another projection showed a certain blue-haired fairy running around in the Netherworld Realm.

Another projection showed the entrance of Senior White Two’s world of the black lotus.

It turns out that the fat ball is remotely controlling its clone from here…

At this time, the body of the fat ball was connected to the ‘network’, so it was impossible to cut a cable and make it disconnect.

What a pity,?Song Shuhang thought to himself.

Since there was no way to cut off the connection, it would be best for him to go back before the fat ball discovered him.

“[Evil smile] I didn’t expect you to come here, little mouse.” The fat ball’s body suddenly grew an additional pair of eyes and stared right at Song Shuhang’s consciousness.

The fat ball’s eyes were cold, which made sense as they were mechanical eyes.

This is bad. I’ve been discovered by the fat ball!

This is the worst-case scenario.

Right... How do I get my consciousness to return?

A big metal hand emerged from the fat ball’s spherical body, grabbing at Song Shuhang’s consciousness. “This time, no one can stop me from reading the secrets hidden in your mind.”

Then, the fat ball’s big metal hand directly “grabbed” Song Shuhang’s consciousness.

In the Netherworld Realm, the ruler of the Netherworld was near-omnipotent. Even a wisp of consciousness would not be able to escape its grasp.

The fat ball said slowly, “Previously, the White in your memories tricked me. He said ‘The eyes of God, looking into the future.’ Now, I’d like to see exactly where White’s eyes are looking.”

The fall ball clasped its hand, causing Song Shuhang’s consciousness to be compressed.

After being compressed by the fat ball’s palm, Song Shuhang felt that the shape of his consciousness seemed to have changed.

This wisp of his consciousness had turned into an eye, the Scholarly Sage’s eye.

The Sage’s previous move had “sent” his eye directly into the new lair of the fat ball. This wisp of Song Shuhang’s consciousness just happened to be attached to the Sage’s eye.

It was precisely because it was attached to Sage’s eye that Song Shuhang’s consciousness could “see” the structure of the fat ball’s new lair and all of the details inside it.

Song Shuhang said in his mind,?I have no idea where Senior White’s eyes are looking, but the Sage’s eyes are looking right at you, fat ball!

From the Sage’s eye, a ray of light shot out.

Is it the Expert’s Appraisal Technique?

No... It isn’t.

The Sage would not use the Impregnating Gaze on the main body of the liquid metal ball. This is the main body of a ruler of the Netherworld we’re talking about; it’s definitely immune to the Impregnating Gaze.

Song Shuhang’s guess was correct. In this ray of light was a magical technique that had been sealed for a long time.

It was the secret technique that the Sage had attached to his eye before his fall.

The light hit the fat ball, and all kinds of visions appeared in the next moment.

Above the fat ball, the projection of the Big Dipper emerged.

Below the fat ball, the projection of a valley emerged.

Then, countless scholarly scriptures appeared, piling up into a mountain of scriptures that filled the entire valley.

There were also ancient bells and zithers, and despite there being nobody playing them, they naturally let out sounds.

When all of the visions combined, they finally formed an ancient tomb.

[Sacred Burial Valley].

This was the secret technique that the Sage had sealed in his eye. It looked like a tomb he had made for himself.

The fat ball’s body was trapped by this secret technique for two breaths.

This was the Netherworld Realm, its home. Being able to trap it for two breaths was already heaven-defying.

During the moments when the fat ball was trapped, the Sage’s eye slammed forward, right into an inconspicuous little box.

The box collapsed, revealing the small fragment of a bone inside.

[The bone of eternity!] Song Shuhang’s consciousness was taken aback.

The bone of eternity, which was supposed to have been taken away by White Two, appeared in front of him.

While he was lost in his thoughts, the Sage’s eye pressed tightly against the bone, as if wanting to become one with it.

Wait! What’s the Sage trying to do?