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The owner of the steel finger that had repeatedly crushed Song Shuhang in the world of the golden lotus was the fat ball.

The liquid metal man’s scenario had evoked a reaction from the fake treasures used to spread the evil energy of the Netherworld in the Beast Realm, so could this other scenario do the same?

This time, Senior White was ready, and he was looking forward to what would happen next.

It seemed like the Netherworld Fat ball was scheming something. At the very least, it did not seem like it had spread so many fake treasures across the Beast Realm just to increase the population of evil demons.

With so many fake treasures scattered across the Beast Realm, it seemed like the prelude to some sort of ritual or ceremony.

And when the liquid metal man’s scenario had evoked a reaction from the evil energy of the Netherworld inside the fake treasures, perhaps it had satisfied a certain part of the ritual.

Hmm… I wonder what will happen next!

Senior White’s gaze was locked onto the monitoring screen.

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In the world of the golden lotus scenario.

All the Tyrannical Songs were resurrected, bewildered looks on their faces. They did not expect the place they were in to have such a function.

However, the problem was that the steel finger was still there and the big shot had not left.

As the big shot had said, resurrection could not save them.

The storm of evil energy started brewing anew.

And with that, the wind of death blew once more.

The flesh of the Tyrannical Songs in the world of the golden lotus scenario was torn to pieces. Everything was swept up by the storm, and their bones were invaded by the evil energy of the Netherworld.

The same course of action, the same feeling, and the same agonizing pain.

All of the Tyrannical Songs “died” again, despair filling their hearts.

They did not even have the strength to scream this time. They could only make powerless grunts of pain.

[Is it finally over this time?]

[Means of resurrection are very precious for cultivators, especially if they are instantaneous like the one used just now. Even if we can be resurrected again, there should be some cooldown, right?]

[Let me sleep for a while. I just want to rest…]

Similar thoughts appeared in the minds of the “Tyrannical Songs.”

However, just as they were relieved and ready to go to a corner to lick their wounds, that leader of the scholarly faction stood up again. His head was lowered, and his whole body exuded a sorrowful aura.

The souls of the various Tyrannical Songs trembled.

Can we call you brother?

It’s fine even if you even want us to call you daddy, but can you just stay down?

If you keep standing while we’re lying down, we’ll be under a lot of pressure.

The sorrowful leader of the scholarly faction stretched out his hand and waved it. Afterward, an ability that was either from a magical technique or from his authority was activated.

The various Tyrannical Songs, who had just gotten ready to rest, were resurrected again.

And when that happened, all of them felt like crying.

They tried running away at their fastest speed to escape from the wretched world they were in.

However, how could they possibly outrun the magical technique of a Netherworld Ruler?

The brutal storm of evil energy came again, bringing death with it.

With that, the Tyrannical Songs got to experience despair again.

They died in the same way, feeling the same agonizing pain.

There was a saying that the more you experienced something, the more you got used to it.

This was already the third time, yet they still could not adapt to this kind of pain that was beyond the limit of what their minds, bodies, and souls could bear.

[This is already the third time! Please let there be no more of this. It should be over by now, right?]

[Are these the personal experiences of Senior Tyrannical Song? If so, how many times did Senior Tyrannical Song die?]

Just as the Tyrannical Songs were screaming and thinking to themselves, the leader of the scholarly faction stood up again.

The souls of all the Tyrannical Songs trembled again.

Where is this holy knight from? How is so good at healing? He can still resurrect us?!

Other resurrection techniques would feel ashamed if they knew how useless they are compared to this man.

Can’t you at least wait for the big steel finger to leave before resurrecting everyone?

Unfortunately, there was no option to opt out.

Despite their wishes, they were resurrected.

Perhaps due to having died too many times, a few of the Tyrannical Songs began having hallucinations.

They saw a huge projection of the Beast Realm’s War God floating in the air, smiling compassionately at all beings.

This War God was a very ancient Immortal native of the Beast Realm. He had created a lot of cultivation techniques suitable for beast cultivators, and he unified the Beast Realm back in his days.

Therefore, he was considered by the Beast Realm to be the common ancestor of beast cultivators.

The projection of the War God faced them and said with a gentle voice, “Do you desire power?”

This voice was ethereal, close yet far, male yet female, immature yet aged, and it sounded very strange. The voice carried a fatal temptation, which greatly affected people when they heard it.

[No, I desire death. Just let me stay dead for a long while, the kind where I’m not resurrected right after dying.]

[I desire warmth.]

[I desire love.]

[I desire world peace.]

All the Tyrannical Songs had long since been broken by the repeated cycle of death and resurrection. Other than the concept of “death,” their minds were filled with nothing else.

At this time, they longed for different kinds of things, and some even longed for death. However, one thing was for certain and that was that none of them longed for power.

Besides, the Beast Realm’s troubles with the evil energy of the Netherworld were well-known.

The beast cultivators who entered Garre Holy Mountain’s trial knew how people got infected by the evil energy.

Because of that, the trial takers were extra careful when it came to similar questions.

Even when in a state of unconsciousness, they instinctively avoided replying to this kind of question directly.

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The replies of the Tyrannical Songs also appeared on the monitoring screen.

Senior White smiled and said, “Here it is!”

Looking at their replies, there was no doubt that the trial takers had been affected by the Beast Realm’s fake treasures.

However, the golden moon above Garre Holy Mountain was a special space, and even Song Shuhang’s Inner World had been temporarily blocked while he was there.

Therefore, the evil energy of the Netherworld could not reach the golden moon. The only thing it could do was try to influence the minds of the trial takers from afar.

“It’s time to end the test,” said Senior White. After all, his objective could be considered complete.

Sister White Dragon’s claw tapped in the air and replied, “Got it.”

The divine dragon let out a breath of relief.

It felt that if the trial takers kept dying like this, they would have gone mad.

With Sister White Dragon’s help, the world of the golden lotus scenario finally entered its final stage.

The infinite loop was broken.

As the world of the golden lotus scenario was coming to an end, Senior White took out a disposable flying sword.

It was a flying sword made from a branch of Song Shuhang’s wooden body.

“Disposable flying sword, follow the traces and find the source!” Senior White made some hand seals, and the flying sword swiftly charged through the air.