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2370 Overloading One’s Mind

In the countless encounters he’s had with various versions of Senior White, none have had hair that reached their waists.

In the modern world, Senior White would always trim his long hair back to shoulder length just before it could reach his waist, all due to a series of coincidences.

Senior White Two’s long hair, from the moment he first met him until now, has never grown beyond its initial length.

As for the young Senior Whites he’s encountered a few times, their hair was even shorter than that of their adult counterparts.

This time, it’s quite rare to come across a Senior White with hair that cascades down to the ground. It’s like stumbling upon a top-tier piece of equipment in a game, with attributes far superior to ordinary gear—a genuinely pleasant surprise.

“Tyraniccal Song, are you saying we just had an encounter with Senior White? Even though we’re not sure in what form Senior White appears here, his basic attributes shouldn’t differ too much. Should we be worried?” Black-skinned Soft Feather asked, her tone filled with concern.

In this world, running into Senior White usually spells trouble, and no one could stay carefree after crossing paths with him.

No, Senior White has never been the target of an attack from anyone else… Even if it’s a thousand-mile-flying corpse delivering a magical treasure, it somehow always ends up hitting Song Shuhang, who’s standing next to Senior White.

Song Shuhang hesitated for a moment.

He couldn’t help but reach out and touch the red crystal pendant of Pavilion Master Chu hanging on his body. This recently acquired resurrection magical treasure that he hadn’t had the chance to use yet—could it possibly come in handy so soon?

Below, the white-haired Senior White, who was currently the focus of everyone’s attacks, seemed to have sensed Song Shuhang’s gaze. He turned his head and glanced in Song Shuhang’s direction.

Senior White Three’s expression remained as stoic as the other Senior Whites. His pupils were unique, unlike the other Senior Whites. The depths of his pupils seemed to be formed by countless beams of light and contained an unimaginable amount of data.

When Song Shuhang’s divine third eye met Senior White Three’s eyes, he received an overwhelming deluge of chaotic information. The information was forcibly injected into his mind and left him with no choice but to reject it.

“Ah, Senior Three-Eyed’s billions of tons of garbage data attack!” Song Shuhang exclaimed while closing his divine third eye in discomfort.

His brain throbbed and stung, but thanks to the training he received while with Senior Three-Eyed, he had developed a strong resistance to this kind of pain.

“Is that Senior White or Senior Three-Eyed?” Song Shuhang rubbed his temples as the pain subsided.

Senior White’s appearance was evident, but the abilities he displayed were closely tied to Senior Three-Eyed. Even the remnants of this small world contained traces of Senior Three-Eyed.

Black-skinned Soft Feather stepped forward and offered to massage Song Shuhang’s temples to help ease the discomfort in his head.

Song Shuhang tried to analyze the information sent by Senior White Three, but after struggling for a while, his brain felt like it was about to explode. There were hundreds of millions of fragmented data pieces, none of which formed a coherent whole. Each piece of data represented an individual, and there was no way to piece them together.

This seemed to be pure gibberish data.

Fortunately, Song Shuhang had only exchanged glances with Senior White Three. If he had gazed any longer, he suspected that his mind would have been filled with garbage data and burst!

“Shall we descend?” the sword inquired.

“There’s no rush. Let’s observe what happens next,” Song Shuhang replied while shaking his head and reopening his divine third eye.

In this artificial small world, traces of both Senior White and Senior Three-Eyed were apparent, and Senior White Three seemed to be utilizing Senior Three-Eyed’s techniques. It was likely that Senior Three-Eyed’s influence persisted in this world before its fragmentation, and Senior White had subsequently modified it to some extent.

He reopened his divine third eye and surveyed the entire city this time.

At that moment, a protective force field shield appeared around Senior White Three’s body, courtesy of Senior Three-Eyed. This shield effectively blocked all incoming artillery attacks.

Descending to a certain altitude, several beams of light radiated from Senior White Three’s body, summoning a total of thirty-three magical treasures around him.

“Thirty-Three Divine Beasts ‘Combined Magical Treasure!'” Song Shuhang exclaimed.

Once activated by Senior White Three, the magical treasures gathered to form a massive steel lion.

The steel lion suddenly emitted a radiance akin to the sun.

The intense burst of light nearly blinded Song Shuhang’s divine third eye and caused sharp pain.

The steel lion, like a rising sun, slammed into the ground. It shook the earth and creating a deep crater at the city’s center.

In a nearby tunnel, the mecha, which Song Shuhang had previously decapitated, crawled out.

The launcher needed time to recharge after each use, so the mecha had to rely on its sheer strength to emerge from the tunnel.

Once stabilized, the God-Slaying mecha brandished its two spears and let out a triumphant roar to proclaim its imminent victory over the steel lion.

The steel lion, appearing like a miniature sun, refused to be outdone and roared back even louder.

Thus, the two titans engaged in a fierce battle. Their initial battle hymns still echoed.

Song Shuhang tried his best to keep his divine third eye open, though tears streamed down his face from the intense light.

“Senior Song, are you alright?” Soft Feather asked anxiously.

“I’m fine. My eyes were just stung by the intense light,” Song Shuhang replied.

Black-skinned Soft Feather nodded and carefully collected Song Shuhang’s tears in a cup. Profound Sage Tyrannical Song’s tears were considered a valuable resource for refining artifacts.

Song Shuhang was left speechless.

“What’s the situation down there?” Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet inquired with concern. Regardless of whether it was ‘Senior White’ or ‘Senior Three-Eyed,’ it was still its master, so it naturally worried about Senior White Three’s safety.

“The steel lion is not faring well,” Song Shuhang stated.

Down below, Senior White’s steel lion had initially forced the mecha to the ground. However, they gradually lost their advantage in the battle.

It seemed Senior White was intentionally taking it easy.

Before long, the steel lion found itself completely overpowered. It was pressed to the ground by the mecha, its movement restricted by two peculiar spears.

The mecha, victorious and delighted, let out a triumphant roar toward the sky.

Song Shuhang was at a loss for words.

“Any change in the battle situation?” Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet inquired again.

“The steel lion is pinned to the ground and appears to be defeated,” Song Shuhang reported.

“Then, shall we descend and offer assistance?” Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet suggested promptly.

As a magical artifact, its duty was to aid its master in crushing opponents, regardless of whether the intelligent creatures in this small world were aligned with the forces of good or evil.

“Just give it a moment,” Song Shuhang replied.

He once again locked eyes with Senior White Three, who was safely ensconced within the steel lion.

Their gaze met once more.

Seizing the opportunity, Senior White Three inundated Song Shuhang’s mind with an avalanche of information.