Butler, butler, why are you here?

The three-eyed young senior pinned down Father Goudan but had an ominous premonition in his heart.

The eyeball butler appeared too abruptly.

The members of the External Assistance Research Group present were either top-tier Immortals or rulers of the Netherworld.

Yet, no one saw how the eyeball butler appeared in front of Song Shuhang and the White Heavenly Dao.

It was as if it had been guarding in front of Song Shuhang and White all along, waiting for the attack to come.

“Is it okay to be blown up?” Father Goudan asked.

—However, thanks to the eyeball butler taking the hit, the ceremony for Song Shuhang and the White Heavenly Dao had entered its final stage.

“It’s fine; it’s just a matter of being blown up,” the three-eyed young senior said softly.

But there was an indescribable complexity in his tone.

Normally, it wasn’t his first or second time blowing up the eyeball butler. The death history of the eyeball butler in the past year might not be less formidable than Song Shuhang’s.

But this time was somewhat different.

In the scene.

After blowing up the eyeball butler, the 7th and 8th figures continued to step forward, intending to strike against Song Shuhang and White again…

“Hey~ Where are you looking?” A magnetic young voice rang in the ears of the 7th and 8th figures.

Behind them, the flesh and blood of the previously blown-up eyeball butler formed an eyeball pattern formation.

In the center of the formation, a black-haired young man with delicate features appeared from the pattern.

Dressed in a blue robe adorned with eyeball patterns, he wore an unflustered smile, stepped out of the formation, reached out with both hands, and deftly hooked his arms around the necks of the 7th and 8th figures, resting on their shoulders.

“While suppressing you both in one breath is slightly strenuous, fortunately, the transformation of the Ninth Heavenly Dao has already ended,” the black-haired young man said, using a chokehold to pull the 7th and 8th figures toward himself and dragged them into the ‘formation.’

The three-eyed young senior’s eyes widened: “!!!”

If there’s a possibility for something to go wrong, no matter how small that possibility is, it will always happen.

The person he least wanted to see had ultimately shown up.

That utterly detestable smile; those brazen, flirtatious actions of wrapping his arm around a stranger’s shoulder—this was his corresponding Heavenly Dao, the main body of the Second Heavenly Dao.

“Father Goudan, knock me out,” the three-eyed young senior said gravely.

If he wasn’t knocked out, he feared he wouldn’t be able to resist stepping forward to furiously rebuke his own main body.

“Leave it to me!” Father Goudan’s face revealed a delighted smile—what goes around comes around, what should come will eventually arrive.

Knocking out a ruler of the Netherworld was exceptionally difficult.

But knocking out the three-eyed young senior was, even if grueling, a task he would perform without charging a single fee.

…

Meanwhile.

As Senior White, the Wielder of the Will, reached out and tugged, all the ‘rules and responsibilities’ bound to Song Shuhang were unravelled.

The ‘Heavenly Dao responsibilities and rules’ that were released did not rebind themselves to Song Shuhang but instead coiled around Senior White’s arms.

At this point, Senior White alone was bearing the constraints of two Heavenly Daos.

“Senior White?” Song Shuhang asked in confusion. “Wasn’t it agreed that you would transcend first?”

Senior White was obsessed with ‘graduating from the Heavenly Dao.’

Thus, he had already clearly conveyed that he wanted Senior White to transcend and graduate first.

“Um…well, there are still many new experiences with the Heavenly Dao Authority that I find interesting. I feel like I could probably play around for another month or so?” Senior White said with a smile.

Indeed, this was also one of the reasons why Senior White wanted to remain in the ‘Heavenly Dao seat,’ but it probably accounted for only about one-tenth of the reason.

“Don’t worry about me. The constraints of the Heavenly Dao Authority cannot bind me. If I want to detach…it can be done very quickly. So for now, go and resolve every issue. The past, present, and future—once everything is settled, come back,” Senior White added.

“But Senior White…I don’t know how to take the final step to detachment,” Song Shuhang said anxiously.

Among the historical Heavenly Daos, only the Seventh Heavenly Dao White had once been ‘near-transcendent.’

Senior White was a unique being, perhaps knowing how to take the final step toward “detachment.”

But Song Shuhang was truly a novice in the ways of the Heavenly Dao.

Even though the “laws of the Heavenly Dao, Bind” that restricted him had been lifted, he still didn’t know what to do next.

“Don’t worry, someone will tell you what to do.” Senior White reached out and gently pushed Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang’s figure detached from the “Heavenly Principle Dimension” and was pushed into the main world.

There, a handsome white horse, trotting on its hooves, proudly passed in front of him.

Song Shuhang hurriedly called out, “Fellow Daoist Ma.”

The white horse paused slightly, turned its head to look at Song Shuhang, and signaled him to follow.

Song Shuhang’s figure moved, closely following behind the white horse.

Man and horse began running through the vacuum.

Faintly, one could see that with every step the white horse took, it left a mark in the vacuum.

Stepping on these hoofprints, with each step Song Shuhang took, he felt as if his body were about to “float up,” as if to completely detach from this world.

Not knowing how long they had run…

As he ran, Song Shuhang gradually entered a state of near-transcendence, much like the “white-robed figure” had once experienced.

The white horse was not Wielder of the Will White, but a final gift and guide left by the white-robed figure for “White.”

But this final gift was now passed on by Senior White to Song Shuhang.

Bang~

The final step, the black horse landed on all fours on the ground, forcefully leapt in the vacuum, leaving behind four hoofprints.

Song Shuhang closely followed the horse’s tracks, leaping forth with all his might.

But this “last leap” seemed to lack some strength.

He always felt something was missing.

“What’s missing?” said Song Shuhang in a soft voice.

As he pondered, a ninth figure started showing their divinity below him.

A total of nine figures, each vaguely corresponding to the successive reigns of the Heavenly Dao.

But this time, there was no one left to assist Song Shuhang or suppress this ninth figure.

The Seventh Heavenly Dao, white-robed figure, left only the black horse to lead the way.

As for the Eighth Heavenly Dao, the fat ball, there was no possibility of “return.”

Now, the only one who could block this ninth figure was the “Senior White Two” born corresponding to Netherworld Realm’s ruler.

In the instant Song Shuhang’s thought flickered, that ninth figure below slowly stretched out a hand, supporting his feet, and forcefully lifted him upward.

This push gave Song Shuhang the last bit of assistance he needed.

Like a fish leaping through a dragon gate, Song Shuhang soared high, catching up with the white horse’s trail.

?

Song Shuhang looked down at the ninth figure with some confusion.

Why would it offer him the final push?

Below him, the ninth figure showed a kind smile toward Song Shuhang.

He looked somewhat familiar.

But at this moment, Song Shuhang had no time to think any further.

His form broke through the last Bind.

Finally, he entered a state of complete “detachment.”

And unlike the original “Wielder of the Will White,” he was no longer bound by the Heavenly Dao Authority!

The sea is wide for fish to leap across, and the sky is high for birds to soar!

At this moment, Tyrannical Song became the most free squirrel in the world!

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