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“p>”So, you mean… it turns out that the fat ball’s real body indeed smuggled itself from the Black Dragon World to the main world where we are now, and then proved its Dao during the Eighth Session?” Tyrant Evil speculated aloud.

“There might be that possibility. Besides having devoured the Ancient Ghost Ball in the past, I do not have too much understanding of the Eighth Session. Maybe it really had the means to smuggle itself successfully,” Lady Kunna thought for a moment and then added, “But I have another guess.”

Tyrant Evil thought briefly and said aloud, “Is it related to the ‘Eighth Session’ too?”

“Exactly,” Lady Kunna responded by nodding, “Two balls, both appearing in the position of the Eighth Session. It’s too much of a coincidence. Therefore, I am wondering if it could be that whenever the Eighth Session arrives… a ball might be born to mark the occasion?”

Because if the ‘fat ball’ in front of them was truly the one from her Black Dragon World that had smuggled over, then why would it choose to prove its Dao only during the Eighth Session?

Timewise, if it was truly a smuggled ball, then it should have been able to prove its Dao during the second, third, or fourth sessions.

So… could it be that every time the Eighth Session of the Will of the Heavens arrives, a ‘ball’ like this is born between Heaven and Earth?

Tyrant Evil had come to the same conclusion.

“Indeed, if it were a smuggled ball, surely it would avoid the first session of the Will of the Heavens. The first session is too special; as a smuggler, it definitely could not touch it. Thus, theoretically speaking, it should have chosen one session among the second, third, or fourth… holy shit…” As he said this, Tyrant Evil couldn’t help but tear apart the ‘seal of civility’ over his mouth.

The Will of the Heavens from the second and third sessions were the three-eyed young senior and Father Goudan, definitely unrelated to the smuggled ball.

During the fourth and fifth sessions, one of them was the main body of the ‘Dark Sun’…

When Tyrant Evil thought of this, he suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

He immediately sent his speculations to his main body, as well as Daoist Senior.

“Don’t worry, this possibility is slim.” After a moment, the voice of Daozi rang in Tyrant Evil’s ear, “When I made contact with the Dark Sun, I discovered that it didn’t recognize the liquid metal ball at all. It even mistook me for the ball Will of the Heavens, and even thought of tempting me, trying to recruit me. So, there should be no connection between the two.”

Upon receiving Daoist Senior’s response, Tyrant Evil breathed a sigh of relief.

“However, I never thought the ball Will of the Heavens would be so special. If it really is born corresponding to the Eighth Session… what would its purpose be? Does the world need a ball to be born during the Eighth Session to complete something?” Daozi frowned.

Lady Kunna, “To be eaten?”

Tyrant Evil, “…”

“Maybe, it really is meant to be eaten.” After being silent for a moment, Daozi surprisingly agreed with Lady Kunna’s suggestion.

Saying this with his status as the current Will of the Heavens would not be without cause.

“We have been thinking about letting Fellow Daoist Tyrannical Song’s Dark Song swallow the Netherworld Ruler Fat Ball, it might be a coincidence, but we are on the right path,” Daozi’s intent grazed the self-closed fat ball, feeling pleasure +1.

At the same time, Daozi happily reinforced the seal on the self-closed fat ball.

To enable Dark Song to fuse with the fat ball sooner… it would be necessary to accelerate the ‘inheritance of the Sage’s talent’ plan.

Daozi felt somewhat impatient.

“By the way, Fellow Daoist Tyrannical Song… regarding the topic of ‘how to fuse your teacher’s eyes,’ we have a lead here, but it would require the help of a fellow friend,” Daozi’s voice sounded.

Tyrant Evil asked in confusion, “Who?”

So many powerhouses like Daoist Senior, Senior White, and Father Goudan had joined hands; did they still need to call for external assistance?

How remarkable could this reinforcement be?

“The Nine Nether Body of the Second Wielder of the Will, Senior Three-Eyed,” Daozi explained, “This suggestion came from Senior Dragon. In the myriad practitioners in the universe, no one surpasses the research pertaining to ‘eyeballs’ of the Second Will. Thus, the most reliable plan to solve the issue of ‘fusing the Sage’s eye and making a one-time-use item into something recyclable’ swiftly would be to have the Second Will’s Nine Nether Body help us.”

“I see, then I’ll inform Tyrant Kindness. He’s just gone with Self-Corpse Overlord to visit the three-eyed young senior to pick up Demon Emperor Og, so he can ask whether the three-eyed young senior would be willing to come out of retirement,” Tyrant Evil nodded.

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In the small world behind the Throne of Wealth Distribution.

The trial area of the ‘Celestial Killing Light’ belonging to the three-eyed young senior.

The Demon Emperor Og had a face full of despair.

At this point, his situation could be described as utterly miserable.

With the seal of the Scholarly Sage, the backlash from the power of the Demon Sea World, the aftereffects of the burst techniques used in desperation, and the injuries inflicted by Tyrannical Song, he, who was already at death’s door, now had to withstand the relentless bombardment of the ‘Celestial Killing Light.’

It was too painful.

In the past few days, he had been constantly reflecting on his life.

Before he ascended to ‘Immortal,’ his life was like pushing through obstacles on easy mode, crushing all impediments with his overwhelming strength.

But ever since he encountered the Scholarly Sage and Tyrannical Song, his life plummeted like a stock market crash.

[After you guys finished your bet, why didn’t you remember to take me, the bet, out of there?]

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

[I, the mighty Immortality Demon Emperor, am going to die within the Immortal Slaying Thunder Pond? And my cause of death is because two gamblers fighting their corner forgot about their bet, me?]

At this time, whoever comes to rescue me, I will definitely fulfill one of their wishes!

Just when the Demon Emperor Og was in the depths of despair, two figures appeared in front of him.

One was Tyrant Kindness, and the other was Tyrannical Song with no presence, who would be forgotten in the blink of an eye.

“The Ancient Three Corpses Cutting Technique?” The Demon Emperor Og was startled.

He didn’t expect that Tyrannical Song would also play with the ‘cut three corpses’ method.

“Do you want to get out of this thunder pond?” Tyrant Kindness joined his hands together, looking at Demon Emperor Og with a compassionate face.

Demon Emperor Og: “…”

“The main body wants to hear about the ‘Mysterious Principles of Immortality’ from you. If you are willing, I can take you out,” said Tyrant Kindness.

“Do I even have a choice?” the Demon Emperor Og said with all the strength he could muster.

“Hmm, maybe you do have another choice,” said the Self-Corpse Overlord?. “Tyrant Kindness, I just received a message from Tyrant Evil. We need to meet with the three-eyed young senior again… And then, have one final gamble with him.”

If we win, we can ask the three-eyed young senior to help us with the project of ‘researching how to fuse the Scholarly Sage’s Eye with the undying fat whale golden core.’

It was the last gamble of the Throne of Wealth Distribution.

Tyrant? said to Demon Emperor Og: “You can become our bet once again.”

Demon Emperor Og: “???”

F*ck, you guys are doing this again?

There’s no end to this, is there?

“Got it.” Tyrant Kindness picked up Demon Emperor Og and, together with Tyrant?, left the thunder pond.

In the small world of the Throne of Wealth Distribution.

The three-eyed young senior lay on the beach wearing swimming trunks.

“Senior… let’s have the last bet. Can we stand in for the main body and do it?” Tyrant Kindness called from afar.