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Fat Ball shrunk while becoming increasingly transparent from the inside out.

It resembled a piece of firewood on the brink of burning out, its feeble flame of life flickering in the wind and rain.

"The very... last..." Fat Ball strained to speak with a glitch-like voice.

Suddenly, it gathered all the strength within its body and transformed its entire form into a fist while hurtling towards Senior White Two like a rocket.

In its final moments, it resolved to land a punch on Senior White Two's repulsive face!

Senior White Two stood unmoved and made no attempt to dodge. It was as though he intended to face Fat Ball's final punch head-on.

Whoosh~

The gust of wind caused Senior White Two's long hair to flutter as the fist formed by Fat Ball's body struck an inch away from Senior White Two... It couldn't advance any further.

In the next moment, the enormous fist dissipated like sand and scattered on the ground.

The ruler of the Netherworld, Fat Ball, met its end.

A sudden gale picked up, lifting the sand formed by Fat Ball's body into the air. In midair, this sand underwent further erosion and eventually dissipated completely.

Senior White Two stood there silently for several minutes. Then, he produced a pair of sunglasses and donned them with a suave gesture. He lightly patted his windbreaker and turned to depart.

...

In the mortal realm, within the myriad worlds, cultivators all looked up at the sky, silently listening to Tyrannical Song's final sermon.

Even the lower-level cultivators who had fallen unconscious due to sensing the ruthless will had awakened under the guidance of the elders and were now listening attentively.

Tyrannical Song, the Profound Sage, delivered his sermon this time without resorting to any special techniques. He returned to the purest form of preaching and delivered it earnestly.

His sermon this time encompassed a wide range of topics, somewhat mixed and complex. However, every paragraph contained the insights of Tribulation Transcenders and even Immortals.

"It appears that Profound Sage Tyrant's preparation for this sermon may be lacking?" Some of the top-notch figures detected many details in Song Shuhang's sermon.

Undoubtedly, this sermon was highly captivating. Even they were deeply engrossed in it. However, it was evident that Tyrant Song's sermon was somewhat hurried. It seemed he hadn't even finished writing the complete 'sermon.'

"It seems this is indeed Profound Sage Tyrant Song's final sermon." The top experts thought to themselves.

The strength of Tyrant Song's final tribulation was undoubtedly beyond imagination. To confront the last heavenly tribulation and verify his own Dao, he hadn't even had time to finish writing the script for his last sermon.

Tyrant Song must have devoted all his time to 'transcending the final tribulation'!

"Is everything part of your plan?"

These top experts couldn't help but cast their gazes at Profound Sage Tyrannical Song in the sky.

At this moment, Profound Sage Tyrannical Song sat cross-legged—sharp-eyed individuals could see that his toes had just grown out.

In the time it took for Profound Sage Tyrannical Song to display his divinity and deliver his sermon, his lower body had already fully regenerated!

What a terrifying self-healing technique!

The sharp-eyed experts' evaluation grew even higher.

In the void, Sage Monarch Tyrannical Song, sitting cross-legged, had closed his eyes.

He had wrapped a blanket around his waist and clasped his hands together to place them naturally on his abdomen. The colossal Empress Fairy stood behind him like a guardian deity.

At this moment, Profound Sage Tyrannical Song appeared as if he were asleep.

However, his sermon didn't pause. An ethereal voice emanated from his mouth while carrying an enchanting quality.

As his sermon unfolded, the cultivators in the myriad worlds felt their heartstrings being tugged!

Every sentence and word began to possess a breathtaking effect that drew in the cultivators from the myriad worlds who were listening. Everyone opened their hearts and enter the world of Tyrant Song Tyrant Extermination!

"Wait, this sensation... this feeling where every sentence and every word begins to possess a special power... could it be that Tyrannical Song wants to create his own 'words'?" A few veteran top experts suddenly had a thought.

The two most recently recognized Supreme Sages were the Heavenly Emperor of the ancient Heavenly City and the Sage of the scholarly faction.

Both of them possessed very unique characters that belonged exclusively to them—Imperial Script and Confucian Script.

Conceiving one's own words seemed to symbolize a higher realm.

Had he already begun to create his own 'characters' after stepping into his own Dao?

As expected, he was extraordinary.

In the future battle of the Heavenly Dao, he was an ordeal that no one could evade!

At Spirit River Su Clan, Su Clan's Ancestor Knot looked at Song in surprise.

He knew that Song was currently employing the sermon technique. It was the incomplete combination of voice, mental energy, and soul secret technique that he had spent three days imparting to him.

He hadn't expected Song to utilize the opportunity of the sermon to perfect his secret technique!

"Wonderful." Knot smiled.

Through Song's sermon, he could deduce the 'completion' segment of the secret technique and begin to perfect his own secret technique.

"By the way, is Shuhang asleep?" Fairy Lychee suddenly spoke up.

Her intuition had always been precise.

Although Song Shuhang was still delivering his sermon and hadn't paused, Fairy Lychee felt that he had fallen asleep.

"Is he asleep?" Senior Yellow Mountain was taken aback.

Falling asleep while giving a sermon... Why did this scenario sound so familiar?

After some contemplation, an idea suddenly flashed through Senior Yellow Mountain's mind.

In the next moment, he felt an illusory pain in his lower abdomen.

There was no mistake... It was during young friend Song Shuhang's second 'public divinity display' sermon. At that time, he was delivering a sermon on the topic of 'Cultivating the Demonic Seed in One's Heart.' However, as he spoke, he unexpectedly fell into a sleep-like state. Midway through, he transformed the subject from Cultivating the Demonic Seed in One's Heart into a Confucian lecture. That night, no one in the myriad worlds, including the Netherworld Realm, slept.

Senior Yellow Mountain began to feel uneasy.

At the same time, Profound Sage Tyrannical Song, who had been delivering his sermon, suddenly stood up.

He spread his hands and displayed the posture of a white crane spreading its wings, and retracted his leg to adopt the posture of a golden rooster standing alone.

His eyes remained closed, as if he were in deep slumber.