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The divine dragon asked curiously, “Is there something wrong with this plot?”

At the same time, it wondered to itself, Why did Sage White look so happy when he was talking about this plot?

Senior White said calmly, “Overall, this is a rather miserable scenario.”

The divine dragon was even more confused. Then why are you so happy, Sage White?

It had previously felt that its train of thought matched Sage White’s fairly well. But in the blink of an eye, Sage White’s mind had jumped to a completely different world.

At this moment, the scene on the monitor changed.

The screen focused on the last batch of trial takers, who had been sent to the golden lotus scenario. This batch was the smallest one among all of the batches, and their luck sure was something.

The Tyrannical Songs walked dazedly in the world of the golden lotus while the disciples beside them greeted them one after the other.

Senior White said, “Let’s begin.”

Sister White Dragon nodded and began casting spells.

The plot in the scholarly faction’s world of the golden lotus accelerated.

The Tyrannical Songs were invited by the scholarly faction’s leaders to stand by their side.

Everyone from the scholarly faction seemed to be waiting for something to happen.

The Tyrannical Songs were very curious about what the members of the scholarly faction were waiting for.

However, because Sage White was the one who wrote the script, he had cut out a lot of things. Therefore, the Tyrannical Songs did not know where they were or what they were there to do.

Suddenly, the scholarly disciples panicked.

Space shattered, and a steel finger entered everyone’s field of vision.

“Aahhh!” One of the leaders suddenly screamed. It was as if what the steel finger had shattered was not the space around them but his body.

In the air above, the steel finger shook gently.

“[Angry laugh] Who left a mark on this world? Who took away my treasure?” A robotic voice reached their ears.

Right after that, a terrifying pressure descended on everyone.

When they heard this voice, the Tyrannical Songs in the trial felt pain in their souls, and their bodies felt as if they were being torn apart.

It wasn’t me. I didn’t do it! the Tyrannical Songs shouted in their minds.

It wasn’t me. I didn’t do anything. Don’t mind me, please!

At this moment, the leader of the scholarly faction that was screaming suddenly stretched out his hands and gently pushed the “Tyrannical Songs.”

All the Tyrannical Songs panicked.

What was that for? Are you pushing us out and making us the scapegoat here?

The scholarly faction leader said, “Sorry, Fellow Daoist Tyrannical Song. You should not have been involved in this issue. I’ll send you away.”

The robotic voice said angrily, “[Angry laugh] Do you want to leave? No one can leave! You all have to die!”

The steel finger violently poked at them.

Filth, extreme evil, and terrifying energy exuded from the steel finger. This energy was the evil energy of the Netherworld, and not just any kind. It was the most powerful evil energy found in the Netherworld.

Under the machinations of the steel finger, the evil energy turned into a storm and crushed everyone, including the trial takers who were in the scenario as Tyrannical Song.

They could not resist the power of the storm of evil energy at all.

The power of this storm was unfathomable, having the ability to even destroy worlds.

When the Tyrannical Songs faced this storm, they felt small and insignificant.

They did not even qualify as little bugs before this storm.

Copious amounts of blood flooded the place.

The blood of the trial takers and the blood of the scholarly disciples dyed the black storm a dark red, getting sprinkled all over the world they were in.

However, that was not the end of it. When their corpses fell to the ground, they were invaded by the evil energy of the Netherworld, which forced unimaginable torment on their souls.

They all experienced immense pain across their bodies, souls, and minds.

The extreme pain was beyond the limit of what the Tyrannical Songs could bear.

[Who is the owner of this metallic finger?]

[Who killed Profound Sage Tyrannical Song?]

[Was all of this experienced by Profound Sage Tyrannical Song?]

[Did Profound Sage Tyrannical Song really suffer such pain? Was he tormented by the evil energy of the Netherworld to this point?]

[No wonder Senior Tyrannical Song could create a method for treating the evil energy of the Netherworld. His understanding of the evil energy comes from the depths of his soul.]

Every single thought that emerged in the minds of the Tyrannical Songs was turned into a comment that appeared across the monitoring screen behind the scenes.

It could be observed from these thoughts that their aptitude was the best one among all of the trial takers. They were not merely screaming and suffering as their minds could still afford to have some intelligible thoughts.

[I’m going to die, I’m really going to die!]

[Is there no one here to help me?!]

[My consciousness is beginning to fade…]

[This is the end…]

The Tyrannical Songs were finally put out of their misery.

[Is this how Senior Tyrannical Song died once? Due to that storm of evil energy?]

[It seems like Senior Tyrannical Song embarked on the road of revenge. So, this was the reason Senior Tyrannical Song later became an expert in the treatment of the evil energy of the Netherworld…]

Behind the scenes, Sister White Dragon stretched out her claw and pinched her chin. “I feel that Shuhang’s popularity in Beast Realm will rise again after this trial.”

It appeared that overthinking matters could, sometimes, lead to a positive outcome.

Some unreasonable things could end up looking a lot more reasonable after some overthinking.

Even Sister White Dragon, who was watching the comments from behind the scenes, felt like she was getting brainwashed by the comments. It turns out that little friend Song Shuhang became an expert in treating the evil energy of the Netherworld because of how deeply he hated it!

[It’s finally over. Is this what death feels like? How brutal…] This batch of Tyrannical Songs shared similar sentiments in their minds.

Over? No, not yet!

That leader of the scholarly faction who was screaming earlier stood up with great difficulty. He was covered in blood, and his eyes were filled with sadness.

He stretched out his hand and seemed to be casting a magical technique or trying to use some kind of authority.

Then, time seemed to start flowing backward.

All of the broken bodies, crushed flesh, and blood returned to their original state.

The Tyrannical Songs were resurrected, and so were the disciples of the scholarly faction.

The Tyrannical Songs who were part of the trial were dumbfounded.

The robotic voice said, “[Sneer] Resurrecting won’t save you.”

The finger moved again.

The storm of death appeared once again.

[F*ck, it still isn’t over?] The minds of all the Tyrannical Songs collapsed at once.

They had experienced a cruel and brutal death once, and they did not want to experience it again.

Behind the scenes, Senior White nodded and asked, “What’s scarier than a tragic death?”

The divine dragon answered, “Two tragic deaths.”

Senior White continued, “What’s more terrifying than two tragic deaths?”

The divine dragon replied, somewhat uncertain, “Another tragic death?”

“No, an infinite loop of tragic deaths.” Sister White Dragon gently pushed up one of her claws along the bridge of her nose. In the future, she planned to order a pair of glasses, ones that a dragon could use.

The divine dragon gulped and asked, “Then… Are they going to be dying forever?”

Senior White looked at the Beast Realm, which was below the golden moon.

When they would stop depended on the evil energy of the Netherworld spread across the Beast Realm.