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“I’ll demonstrate it for you first,” Young White said as he stood from the bed and lightly hopped to the ground.

“Demonstrate?” Song Shuhangs heart stirred—at that moment, only Senior White and he were in Dog Songs kennel. Was Senior White planning to demonstrate the Original Spirit Splitting Scripture on him?

So, Song Shuhang silently activated his ‘pseudo-immortal body. In this state, even if his primordial spirit were split, it should be able to reassemble, right?

At this moment, Young White stretched out his arms, seemingly deep in thought.

“Come on, Senior White. I’m ready!” Song Shuhang said, clenching his teeth.

He was fully prepared.

Young White was confused.

Today, it seemed little friend Shuhang was all air and no substance; he couldn’t keep up with Shuhangs pace.

Then, he turned his head to look again at his small arm, calculating the amount and location where he needed to use the Primordial Spirit Splitting Scripture to cut.

He couldn’t cut too much; otherwise, it might affect the stage where Song Shuhang’s primordial spirit was anchored in the void. But he couldn’t cut too little either, as too little would not allow control over the ‘disposable flying sword’ drilling into the Tribulation Transcender’s void.

After roughly recalculating in his mind, Senior White stretched out his hand and touched the air.

Sixteen runes of the Original Spirit Splitting Scripture coalesced and formed the spirit splitting spell.

“Let’s go up to the elbow then,” Senior White said, turning to Song Shuhang.

“Next, watch the casting process closely. I’ll only demonstrate it once.”

“Yes, Senior White,” Song Shuhang promptly responded, concentrating his divine sense, locking onto Young White. His divine sense covered Young White’s primordial spirit, carefully observing every detail.

Young White extended his hand and pointed, and then the spirit splitting spell gently landed on Senior White’s left elbow—just like Song Shuhangs flying head technique, Senior White’s left arm was split open.

However, it wasn’t ‘severed’ but remained in a connected state, the split left arm still completely under Senior White’s control.

His primordial spirit’s left hand gently bent its fingers, forming the gesture of a sword seal.

“Not bad, this extent is sufficient,” Senior White nodded and said to Song Shuhang, “Did you see everything clearly?”

“I saw it clearly. I didn’t miss a single detail,” Song Shuhang replied through a transmission of his primordial spirit.

Senior White’s mastery over his charm seemed to be growing stronger. Song Shuhang realized that when he had covered Young White with his divine sense, he hadn’t been distracted by that special allure.

“Ahhh, I’m dying, I’m dying,” on the other hand, the virtuous lamia inside Song Shuhangs body was rolling around in the space of Song Shuhangs consciousness, muttering Song Shuhangs lines. She felt that if she continued to interact with Young White, she might become Young White’s fangirl someday.

“Alright, now try it on yourself,” Young White said. “I’ll protect you from the side.’

“Alright, Senior White,” Song Shuhang replied.

He did not disperse his ‘pseudo-immortal state’. Experimenting with spells was a dangerous matter, and he wasn’t a spell genius who could master spells upon first contact.

Therefore, to prevent accidents, he had to rely on the ‘pseudo-immortal mode’ to practice several times.

The smoke condensed into Song Shuhangs palm and he gently stroked the air.

Sixteen runes were condensed by Song Shuhang.

“No problem, continue,” Senior White said from the side.

Song Shuhang slightly pointed his finger, and the sixteen runes transformed into the Original Spirit Splitting Scripture, ready to be deployed.

“Continue,” Senior White urged.

Song Shuhang controlled the Original Spirit Splitting Scripture, gently slicing his primordial spirit.

With a swoosh, a piece of his ‘pseudo-immortal mode’ primordial spirit was cut off.

The piece that was cut off casually swam around in the void and then returned

to Song Shuhang’s primordial spirit, merging into one.

“You have a real talent for cutting yourself,” Young White remarked.

This Original Spirit Splitting Scripture seemed to have a good compatibility with Song Shuhang. He succeeded on his first try.

“Maybe it’s because I’ve experienced exploding, being crushed into pieces, being sliced by you, Senior White, and being dismembered by heavenly punishment, among other things. So, after integrating these experiences, I feel like I’ve unexpectedly mastered the Original Spirit Splitting Scripture quite smoothly,” Song Shuhang answered.

Young White was speechless.

“Next, I’ll return to my normal state and try again,” Song Shuhang said, exiting the ‘pseudo-immortal smoke mode’ with a thought.

Headless Song Shuhang extended his hand and touched the air, the sixteen runes lining up neatly again.

“No problem,” Young White commented.

Song Shuhang continued, transforming the sixteen runes into the Original Spirit Splitting Scripture.

“Yes, I succeeded this time too,” Young White faintly smiled and praised him.

“So, as long as you study diligently, you can do it.”

Encouraged by Senior White’s rare praise, Song Shuhangs confidence soared.

“Should I cut off the ‘elbow’ like Senior White?” he asked.

“Yes, the elbow is sufficient,” Young White replied. “Not too much, not too little.”

Song Shuhang took a deep breath and controlled the Original Spirit Splitting Scripture, gently drawing a line on his elbow.

In the next moment, the Essence Soul Splitting Scripture in his hand burst into dazzling light.

Song Shuhang looked baffled. n ???”

He had never seen such a dazzling light when casting this spell before.

“A critical hit?” the virtuous lamia in the sea of consciousness wondered.

This was clearly the déjå vu of a spell with the effect of a Lucky Crit.

As the virtuous lamia speculated, Song Shuhangs body was instantly cut into 15 parts. If his head hadn’t already been placed in the Tribulation Transcender Void, he would have been divided into 16 parts—one of the lights from the Original Spirit Splitting Scripture had landed where his neck would have been.

A Lucky Crit actually happened at this time?

“Am 1 lucky, or unfortunate?” Song Shuhang didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Young White pinched his chin, sizing up Tyrannical Song, who was divided into fifteen equal parts, and said, “When the Original Spirit Splitting Scripture is used on oneself, there’s no concept of a ‘magical technique explosion’. Perhaps you have an extremely strong talent for cutting yourself. Shuhang, you are a werewolf.”

Only those who are more ruthless to themselves possess such a potent ability to cut themselves.

Song Shuhang was speechless.

“But anyway, it’s a success. Leave the elbow of your left hand and slowly stick the rest back together,” Senior White said, stretching out his hand and taking Song Shuhangs left elbow.

He was also very familiar with this process. Once, when he was farming nuclear bombs from the Eighth Stage heavenly tribulation, Senior White had borrowed Song Shuhangs big elbow.

Then, Senior White attached a formation to control the disposable flying sword on his small left elbow and handed it to Song Shuhang.

“Next, let’s split up and find two different void coordinates to get out of the node,” Young White suggested.

“Uh, Senior White. Before we take action, could you tell me how I should stick it back together?” Song Shuhang asked.

He had tried to use his mind to control it, but the sixteen parts of Tyrannical Songs body didn’t stick back together..

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