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“How could that be possible… Moreover, I don’t have the ability to do that,” Song Shuhang waved his hand and said.

Previously, with the help of the seniors’ power, he could briefly see the other ‘Song Shuhangs’ on the ‘time river sea urchin spines’.

But that kind of seeing was just like sitting in front of a screen watching a ‘movie.’ It was impossible to interfere with the world inside the movie.

Let alone kill off all the ‘Shuhangs.’

There are dimensions of distance involved.

Besides, it was not in his nature to do such a thing.

It’s said that men should be a little cruel to themselves.

But cruelty should have purpose and direction.

Not senseless, constant cruelty to oneself… that would be masochistic.

“I’ll transmit my new insights about ‘The Only One in Myriad Realms’ to you, Senior White,” Song Shuhang said, activating the data transfer mode between himself and Senior White.

Their data transfer didn’t need to go through the ‘Cultivator Chat System.’

With the mutual assimilation of ‘Confucian Saint Talent,’ they developed a unique ‘direct connection’ mode of communication. Data transfer was faster, almost to the level of synchronization between a clone and the main body.

“I see,” Senior White nodded after receiving the data.

This portion of insight was summarized by Song Shuhang after his encounter with the ‘time river’ plus ‘Su Clan’s Reincarnation Seal.’

There was a process to becoming ‘The Only One in Myriad Realms,’ extending from the Netherworld Realm to the heavens.

Song Shuhang speculated that from ancient times to the present, all ‘Heavenly Dao Candidates’ came to the Ancient Nether world to insert pillars, which likely related to the process of ‘descending to the Netherworld.’

Thus, at this moment, Song Shuhang had an idea—could he transmit the seed to all the ‘Song Shuhangs’ by inserting pillars in the ‘Ancient Nether World’?

By utilizing the power of the ‘seed,’ could he achieve a singular ending without changing all the ‘Shuhangs’?

“Maybe it could work, projecting your seed into the time river,” Senior White felt the proposal was feasible.

“Shuhang’s… seed?” Sixteen’s cheeks flushed.

The White Dragon also circled around Sixteen’s neck somewhat awkwardly.

“If we’re going to do this, the form this ‘pillar’ takes will have to change,” Senior White said as he dropped a branch and looked at the ‘pillar’ maintained by his self-corpse.

The pillar erected by the self-corpse, like those placed by ‘Heavenly Dao candidates’ of previous generations, was there to leave one’s information at the world’s node, leaving a footprint.

“How should it change?” Song Shuhang asked.

He was just putting forward suggestions and ideas, as for how to actually operate, he was powerless.

“If it were before, sealing you within the pillar and leaving behind a ‘Tyrannical Song’s Body’ would have been the most convenient operation. But now, that can no longer be done,” Senior White said regretfully.

Song Shuhang, now with a full body semi-immortal, no longer had the option to leave behind a body.

“Then, shall I send my clone in my stead?” Song Shuhang suggested.

“No need, I’ll carve a few spots on this pillar, and you just need to stamp your ‘Sage Seals’ inside. The effect might be a bit less, but it should be sufficient,” Senior White waved his hand and replied.

Sage Seal of Tyrannical Song, Tyrannical Scholar Demon Seal, Tyrannical Dragon Ancient Seal, Tyrannical Demon Sage Seal, Dao Seal of Tyranny, Tyrannical You Tai Seal, Tyrannical Saber’s Seal, Seal of the Overlord World, and Ba Mei’s Sage Seal.

Song Shuhang in one breath brought out the Nine Great Sage Seals, following Senior White’s instruction, stamped his own Sage Seals at various positions on the ‘pillar.’

Finally, Song Shuhang asked, “Senior White, do you need to stamp a Sage Seal as well?”

“I don’t need to,” Senior White shook his head: “Moreover, I have already participated in the erecting of the pillar, that is enough.”

He had no need for the option of ‘The Only One in Myriad Realms.’

Song Shuhang nodded thoughtfully.

“Let’s go, to the next node.” After the pillar was established, Senior White beckoned.

As with the pioneers of the past, the nodes that needed to have pillars inserted were more than just one.

Senior White and his self-corpse worked together to forge the pillar, and it was Song Shuhang’s main body’s responsibility to go up and stamp the nine seals in quick succession.

After a day and a night…

All nodes, and the erection of the pillars, were completed.

Song Shuhang reached out and branded a Sage Seal on the last ‘pillar’: “It’s over.”

“It’s just begun,” Senior White reminded him.

After the pillars were erected, the plan Song Shuhang wanted – to project the seeds into the river of time – could begin.

Song Shuhang put away the Nine Great Sage Seals and then closed his eyes, gathering his focus to brace for any possible changes.

After a long while…

“Do you feel anything?” Chu Pavilion Lord’s Dumb Hair asked.

Song Shuhang shook his head.

This time, he hadn’t sensed the ‘river of time’; he couldn’t see parallel versions of himself on the sea urchin spines.

“Did it fail?” Senior Scarlet Heaven Sword asked.

“I’m not sure,” Song Shuhang looked towards Senior White.

“It’s already a success,” Senior White spoke softly.

In those brief moments, Senior White had seen many scenes.

Each one was related to Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang while eating.

Song Shuhang while asleep.

There was Song Shuhang doing homework.

And Song Shuhang taking a bath.

There was Tyrannical Song who couldn’t be reflected in mirrors.

There was Tyrannical Song sitting face-to-face with Fairy Soft Feather, talking.

Some were smiling joyfully, others were crying out loud.

A myriad of life vignettes composed the kaleidoscopic Song Shuhang.

And at this moment, every Song Shuhang was paired with a seed.

Each seed contained Song Shuhang’s intentions.

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In a world of grey hues.

Lady Onion, with short hair and clad in white skinny jeans and high heels, jumped from the air with style, striding forward with elegant catlike steps into the depths of the world.

Behind her rode Soft Feather on a multicolored butterfly.

Her long hair covered half of her face, giving her an appearance of being still half asleep.

“Soft Feather, did you use the power of time again?” Lady Onion, at the front, turned her head, her short hair swishing as she asked.

“Sorry, but this is the last time,” Soft Feather looked up, responding.

After this, she no longer had the chance to visit that peaceful world of Senior Song again.

Lady Onion sighed.

She had wanted to scold Soft Feather a bit, but seeing her worn-out appearance, suppressed the words that had almost reached her lips.

“Forget it, let’s go… Let’s check on Boss Song and see if his retreat has ended yet. He owes me wages, and it’s time he paid up.” Lady Onion handsomely tucked her hands into her pockets and continued forward with long strides.

‘Creak~’

Ahead, the heavy sound of a stone gate opening resonated.

Then, a warm-smiling Song Shuhang who looked slightly aged emerged from behind the gate.

Lady Onion, who had been moving forward with her stylish catwalk, was suddenly suspended mid-step and didn’t land for several moments.

“Sorry for worrying you all,” Shuhang said in a gentle and dependable voice.

In his hand, a bright seed flickered faintly.

“I’m sorry, please forgive me for passing all the pressure and burdens onto you…” he said softly with palms pressed together.

Everything was about to start… and then, it was also about to end!