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2448 Bai Youyou, I’m Reluctant

However, after careful consideration, Pavilion Master Chu dismissed the idea of reminding Song Shuhang.

After all, what followed was Song Shuhang’s self-proclaimed “final sermon.” She didn’t want to disrupt Song Shuhang’s state of mind and let this unfortunate young man complete his “final sermon” in peace.

Let Song Shuhang savor this brief moment of happiness first—it was a kindness from Pavilion Master Chu.

At the very least, she would have to wait until he finished his sermon and condensed the wishes and merits of all living beings in the universe before she reminded Song Shuhang. It would be more interesting that way.

With that in mind, Pavilion Master Chu lazily reclined.

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“Tyrannical Song’s Final Sermon?” When cultivators from various worlds heard this, they were intrigued.

As they had suspected, Tyrannical Song had already ventured beyond his own Dao and he wouldn’t waste any more time experimenting with public sanctification and sage sermons.

Thinking about this, many cultivators in the universe were saddened. Indeed, every time Tyrannical Song delivered a sermon, everyone gained valuable insights.

The previous Sexy Tyrannical Song’s Online Q&A style of sermon had helped many cultivators find solutions to long-standing cultivation challenges and enabled them to break through their bottlenecks.

Since this would be Tyrannical Song’s farewell sermon, more and more cultivators in the universe began eagerly anticipating it. In comparison to the hardships of cultivation, these sermons had become of utmost importance.

Regrettably, the monthly benefits of Tyrannical Song’s sermons were coming to an end.

In retrospect, the past year had been filled with joy, tears, bitterness, and sweetness, ultimately culminating in a bountiful harvest.

“One last sermon, and we won’t need to worry about the Impregnating Gaze warning anymore?” A small group of cultivators contemplated this with newfound hope. Each time Tyrannical Song spoke, no one dared to leave a negative review in fear of Tyrannical Song suddenly changing his demeanor.

After all, Tyrannical Song had a checkered past and had once used his mask to deceive the strict rules of sage sermons.

If this was indeed Tyrannical Song’s farewell sermon… then the Impregnating Gaze warning would no longer concern them?

Fantastic!

“Tyrannical Song, this time we’ll evaluate your sermon seriously. If it falls short, don’t blame us for withholding praise!” As they pondered, these cultivators recalled Tyrannical Song’s previous sermons.

Upon closer inspection, Tyrannical Song’s sermons were ingenious and consistently struck a chord with everyone’s hearts. It seemed that every time one gave Tyrannical Song a favorable review, it was well-deserved.

In light of this, losing the Impregnating Gaze warning appeared trivial.

“Senior Tyrannical Song, don’t end it so abruptly. If you’re willing, you could deliver a few more lectures. We’re ready to pool the wishes of all living beings to accumulate merit. We hope that Senior Tyrannical Song’s sermons will continue indefinitely!”

Some cultivators even began revealing their divinity in public. When a genuine Sage spoke, they could freely express their desires and receive real-time feedback from cultivators across myriad worlds.

They hoped their wishes would be acknowledged by Tyrannical Song.

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Song Shuhang exhaled deeply and organized the content of his intended sermon in his mind.

Despite the news of the collapse of the Heavenly Dao affecting him, the number of cultivators tuning in for his sermon hadn’t diminished significantly!

After all, even with the Heavenly Dao’s collapse, the Immortals wouldn’t immediately plunge into a deadly conflict.

Furthermore, Tyrannical Song had become universally recognized as the touchstone.

All the cultivators across the universe were certain of one thing—the competition for the qualifications to become a Heavenly Dao cultivator would commence with Tyrannical Song.

As a result, some prominent figures were closely observing Song Shuhang. To win every battle, one must first know themselves and their adversaries.

Tyrannical Song, who had transcended his own Dao, unquestionably possessed the qualifications to contend for the Heavenly Dao.

“For this final sermon, let’s return to the most original and pure style of discourse,” Song Shuhang said with a smile.

Tyrannical Song, Tyrannical Scholar, Tyrannical Dragon, Tyrannical Demon, and the newly condensed Seal of Annihilation—the Seals of the Five Directions spontaneously orbited Song Shuhang like celestial bodies.

Song Shuhang folded his hands gently and revealed a golden core QR code on his palm. However, he refrained from displaying the QR code.

He hesitated.

If he revealed this Golden Core QR code during the sermon, would it prompt all practitioners in the universe to instantly add him as a friend?

Could his cultivation chat handle such an overwhelming influx of information?

Or, more importantly, could he endure the torrent of information in his current state?

After pondering for a moment, Song Shuhang discreetly extinguished the Golden Core QR code in his palm. Sometimes, one must restrain their desires.

He didn’t wish to be overwhelmed by the information from the Golden Core QR code during the sermon and perform a death-and-revival act before the entire practitioner community.

Now wasn’t the time to disclose the Golden Core QR code. At the very least, he had to wait until he reached the Ninth Stage Tribulation Transcender Realm before considering its implementation.

“For the content of this sermon, it might be a bit eclectic,” Song Shuhang began explaining the situation in detail as per his thoughts.

His draft for the sermon had been crafted with guidance from Pavilion Master Chu, Sister White Dragon, Senior Turtle, Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet, Scarlet Heaven Sword, and other companions.

The secrets of Immortals and Tribulation Transcenders were interwoven throughout.

It also encompassed Song Shuhang’s cultivation chat.

While the sermon was diverse, it quickly captured the attention of practitioners from across the universe. Even some top experts were raptly listening.

The resonance of the Great Dao and the manifestation of the Great Dao began to swirl around Song Shuhang.

The five Seals continued to encircle him, and the Dao Seal of Tyranny descended into Song Shuhang’s grasp.

With both hands, he held the Seal, and his thoughts became increasingly lucid. The sermon, once incomplete, was now being composed continuously within his mind.

This new content delved into the Sage Name Tyrannical Annihilation, the collapse of the Wielder of the Will, and intertwined with Song Shuhang’s own experiences of life and death.

Simultaneously, a constant stream of revelations began surfacing in Song Shuhang’s mind.

He gained a deeper understanding of his cultivation techniques and secret arts.

Additionally, another previously incomplete secret technique was gradually reaching fruition. It was a multi-attribute secret technique crafted by Spirit River Su Clan’s Ancestor Rope, ‘Voice + Spirit + Soul.’

This secret technique allowed the caster’s voice to be filled with magical power and enabled them to provide listeners with an immersive experience.

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In a distant world, White and the fat ball stood a hundred meters apart.

“Bai Youyou… I truly can’t bear… can’t bear to disappear like this,” Fat Ball’s voice was slightly stuttered, as if a tape had become stuck.

Its body was disintegrating.

With the collapse of the Heavenly Dao, even it couldn’t continue to exist.

“Yeah, I know,” White replied.

He was the person in the universe who understood the liquid metal ball the most. To survive, Fat Ball had gone to great lengths and used various methods.

Unfortunately, Fat Ball’s corresponding Heavenly Dao hadn’t granted it more time.

After a moment’s pause, Fatty Ball decided to speak, “In six different locations within the Nine Worlds, I’ve hidden important treasures related to the previous Heavenly Dao. After I dissipate, these treasures…”

“Say no more; I already know,” Bai Youyou spoke up. “Of your six treasure hiding spots, three have already been secretly emptied by me, and I have clues about the remaining three.”

Fat Ball was speechless.

“Bai Youyou, I still want to kill you.”

“Farewell,” White softly said at the end.

Let Fat Ball disappear with its grudge against him.