Cultivation Chat Group Chapter 2359 I’m Willing to Transform into a Metal Ingot

Chapter 2359 I'm Willing to Transform into a Metal Ingot

"Even though it's sorcery, I have to admit it's a pretty handy skill," observed the hamster while squinting at the dazzling seven-colored radiance of the divine artifact. The brilliance was a bit blinding.
Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet agreed. "Tyrannical Song's Blade Nurturing Technique has definitely undergone some changes. I'm willing to bet that the original Blade Nurturing Technique didn't have such impressive effects."
The hamster immediately thought of its master in the Black Lotus World. Every time Tyrannical Song departed, Senior White would diligently practice the Saber Nurturing Technique on the sealing pillar, but it never seemed to work. Upon reflection, Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet's statement made sense.
"Is it effective now?" inquired Lady Onion, curiosity evident in her question.
"I haven't felt anything yet... and the golden formation disk hasn't reacted either," replied Song Shuhang.
However, he remained patient. When he dedicated himself to powering up the sealing pillar, he had spent nearly a whole day on it. He was not lacking in patience.
Moreover, he still had the Heavenly Dao Eye Drops at his disposal. If the Blade Nurturing Technique proved ineffective, he could use a drop of Heavenly Dao Eye Drops to see if it triggered any chemical reactions.
Meanwhile, in a golden space distinct from both the earthly realm and the Netherworld, a figure was curled up in apparent agony, occasionally clapping their hands.
Another ghostly figure materialized while addressing the curled-up individual as "Your Majesty" and urging them to rise due to the cold ground.
"Let me lie down a little longer... Hiss, it hurts so much," moaned the figure in distress.
"Why are you clapping if it hurts, Your Majesty?" asked the ghostly figure, baffled.
"Because... you're supposed to clap if you're in pain, right?" replied the figure while clapping in pain.
The ghostly figure was left speechless.
In the Inner World, Song Shuhang, shrouded in the golden disk array, continued to perform the Nurturing Technique. His body was in motion, but his consciousness had drifted into slumber.
Nearby, Lady Onion and the black-skinned Soft Feather leaned against each other and rested not far from Song Shuhang. The hamster nestled against Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet and closed its eyes.
The Core Assistant fetched some sheets and covered them.
"They must be exhausted," murmured Pavilion Master Chu softly.
Evading the pursuit of a Netherworld's ruler was no small feat.
Senior Turtle nodded in agreement. "Indeed, considering that an ordinary Seventh Stage Venerable would be annihilated with a single breath by the Netherworld's ruler. The fact that Shuhang is still alive and kicking is quite remarkable."
Pavilion Master Chu nodded in acknowledgment.
At that moment, Song Shuhang, who was in a state of slumber, began to twitch, and his smoky body started to undulate.
Senior Turtle extended his claws and pressed down on Song Shuhang's body. "Has the golden formation disk been activated?"
"No, not yet," replied Pavilion Master Chu.
"Could he be having a nightmare?" suggested Scarlet Heaven Sword.
Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet pressed down on Song Shuhang's smoky form and assessed his condition.
lightsΝοvel.cοm "Don't worry," assured Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet after a brief examination. "It's nothing serious. The pain from appraising the man-made small world fragment caused Fellow Daoist Tyrannical Song's willpower to wane and result in these spasms."
"Will he continue to experience pain?" Pavilion Master Chu inquired.
"I had initially thought his pain perception had ceased," Senior Turtle chimed in.
Song Shuhang's spasms gradually subsided.
Meanwhile, within the dream realm, Song Shuhang found himself in a small fairyland teeming with immortal energy.
He felt as though his physical form was deeply buried in the earth, yet his consciousness could penetrate the ground and explore the surroundings.
"Is this a dream?" he mused.
Indeed, it was, and Song Shuhang recognized the familiar sensation of entering a dream, having had numerous experiences of it.
The question that loomed was, who was the subject of his dream this time?
Pavilion Master Chu met the recent criteria for entering the dream; she had been residing in the Inner World and had already regained a third of her physical form.
Then there was the three-eyed youth, or rather his counterpart, the Wielder of the Will. The connection between the two lay in the eye drops and the divine third eye.
Additionally, it was highly likely that not only the Demon Emperor but also fate itself had granted Song Shuhang a full array of power.
The Heavenly Dao Molt Ball also fulfilled the requirements for entering the dream.
So, who was it that had entered this dream?
Among these seniors, who had been deeply buried underground and immobile?
Could it be that, like Lady Onion, they were in the early stages of a plant-type demon realm, awaiting sprouting underground?
As Song Shuhang pondered, a Fairy Beast Immortal Cultivator appeared in the distance and stopped above his head. This Fairy Beast Immortal had the aura of a phoenix, and she stood like a blazing ball of fire.
Selecting a spot, she began to dig.
After a while, she unearthed Song Shuhang's target in the dream.
Then, she retrieved 'Song Shuhang.'
'Song Shuhang' was revealed in an unexpected form—a strange piece of metal.
Yes, it was a metallic fragment.
Song Shuhang found himself utterly perplexed. Why was a mere piece of pure metal the subject of his dream? What was there to see in this metal fragment?
As Fairy Beast Immortal inspected the metal, her gaze remained fixated on it for an extended period, her face eventually turning a shade of embarrassment.
Song Shuhang was left bewildered.
A decade could feel neither long nor short.
With Lady Onion's centuries of experience as a green onion, Song Shuhang had developed an immunity to this sort of uneventful and tedious existence. His Dao heart, as sturdy as an alloy, could endure a mere decade of monotony.
In the eleventh year, the dream's narrative finally took a turn.
Fairy Beast Immortal began to forge the metal fragment into a specific shape—a formation plate.
Song Shuhang was dumbfounded.
Eventually, Fairy Beast Immortal carried the disc array to a sunny spot beneath a towering tree.
Suddenly, her body erupted into flames.
The colossal tree, the array disk, and Fairy Beast Immortal were all engulfed by the blaze.
Once again, Song Shuhang experienced the sensation of his body melting.