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“Senior White, I’m going to die,” Song Shuhangs primordial spirit announced, raising his hand to send a voice transmission.

Previously, when his iron skull was still intact, he had managed only to drill a tiny dot into the Tribulation Transcender’s void with all his might. Now, with his toughest skull deposited at the Tribulation Transcender’s void node, trying to create a hole sixty times larger with just his primordial spirit would surely cause it to collapse, wouldn’t it?

As he spoke, his primordial spirit suddenly felt as if it had been electrocuted. Waves of numbness washed over him, bringing both pain and a refreshing sensation.

At the same time, intermittent information from the secret appraisal technique began to flood his mind again.

This was the long-awaited Breakpoint Appraisal Mode. Due to some kind of information interference, the results of the secret appraisal technique were not transmitted all at once but came in stages—pain a little, pass some information; pain again, then more information.

Song Shuhang was not fond of this installment-based pain. He would rather settle all the pain at once, preferring a short pain to a prolonged one.

[Regarding the optimization of forcibly opening the Tribulation Transcender’s void node: Perhaps you could try using the ‘pseudo-immortal mode’ and transform into a drill that breaks through the heavens. There might be unexpected gains?] The follow-up information from the secret appraisal technique was delivered.

“Eh? Just like that?” Song Shuhang’s primordial spirit transmitted his voice in puzzlement. After stripping away the ‘painful’ part of this numbing sensation, only a tingling pleasure remained. It ended so quickly.

Across from him, Little White placed his hands behind his back and paced back and forth like an adult, deep in thought. A moment later, Little White raised his head and looked at Song Shuhang. “Then, do you have any suggestions?”

Senior White had been seriously considering how to expand the Tribulation Transcender’s tribulation point.

The childlike Little White was quite interesting too.

‘Unfortunately, the ‘time reversal’ technique I used with my authority is different from Fat Ball’s. My ‘time reversal’ can only shrink Senior White temporarily, and after a few days, the youthful Senior White will vanish again. Should 1 find an opportunity to use ‘Time Reversal’ on Senior White again?’ A bold thought flashed through the void around Song Shuhangs neck.

No sooner had this daring idea appeared than it was firmly suppressed by Tyrannical Song, whose desire to survive was stronger than ever. He didn’t hesitate to encase it in a flip-top coffin and nailed it shut with a row of large nails to prevent it from prying open the lid.

At this time, Song Shuhang should be grateful that his head had been placed in the Tribulation Transcender’s void node. Otherwise, Senior White might have caught his fleeting thought.

After restraining his self-destructive impulses, Song Shuhang extended his thumb toward Senior White. “Senior White, actually, my secret appraisal technique just provided a reliable suggestion.”

“Let’s hear it,” Little White said solemnly.

“Pseudo immortal mode,” Song Shuhang explained. “The secret appraisal technique advised me to use the pseudo-immortal mode to transform into a drill and then attempt to break through the ‘Tribulation Transcender Void.’ There might be unexpected gains. However, I’ve only ever activated this mode in my physical body; I’ve never tried to trigger it in my primordial spirit state.”

“You try it first. I’ll watch over you,” Little White replied, rolling up the wide sleeves of his Daoist robe to reveal slightly chubby arms. Then, he tied his long hair into a ponytail to make it easier to move.

“Alright then,” Song Shuhang focused his mental energy and began to control his primordial spirit to activate the ‘pseudo-immortal mode.’

In his mind, profound undying information kept surfacing.

Song Shuhang couldn’t understand these messages, but that didn’t stop him from harnessing their power—the driver doesn’t need to know how to build a car to drive one.

Moments later, Song Shuhangs primordial spirit successfully transformed into an undying mist, at the center of which was a ball of golden virtue light. This was the virtuous lamia, transformed along with him.

After carefully observing Song Shuhangs state, Ponytail Little White nodded slightly. “It seems that even without the power of virtue, your primordial spirit can evolve from its previous two-dimensional state to its current form as long as it activates the ‘pseudo-immortal mode.”‘

Anything related to immortality, even prefixed with ‘pseudo,’ was still immensely grand.

Song Shuhang was speechless.

At this time, Ponytail Little White approached Song Shuhang, extended a

hand, and pressed it on the smoky form of Song Shuhang. His palm, along with his fleshy arm, passed through the smoke, directly pressing on the ball of virtue light.

Song Shuhang did his best to maintain his smoky body, knowing the importance of the next step—whether Senior White could add the (Disposable Flying Sword) secret technique to his pseudo-immortal mode would determine their next course of action.

“It’s done,” Song Shuhang didn’t even notice that the ponytailed youngster’s hand had already withdrawn.

The process of making disposable flying swords was as simple as breathing and drinking water for Senior White.

“Watch me now, Senior White,” Song Shuhang began, using the virtuous lamia as the ‘core’ and making his entire undying smoky body spin.

After a few moments, Song Shuhang condensed the form of a sharp drill.

“Let’s start a new round of challenges, Senior White,” Song Shuhang transmitted. “l wish us success this time!”

“Definitely. This time, we will succeed,” Little White confidently raised his head, the ponytail bouncing as he formed a sword spell with his hand and shouted, “Let’s go!’

Song—the core of virtue—the immortal drill that broke through the heavens— Shuhang fired once again. He dashed out of Songs doghouse and ruthlessly drilled into another location in the void of the Tribulation Transcender Realm.

Compared to the iron skull, the drill was indeed more suitable for making holes.

Moreover, as he spun wildly, Song Shuhang was not idle.

Two hundred Holy Apes appeared above the drill. Under the leadership of the

Holy Ape, they chanted scriptures and conveyed their master’s goodwill to the Tribulation Transcender Void. Although I intended to make a hole in your body, I meant no harm. It was just a small hole, and once 1 was done, 1 would repair it. Trust me.

At the same time, the image of a ‘two-dimensional code’ on the core of virtue flashed madly. When his iron head was placed at the Tribulation

Transcender’s void node, Song Shuhang felt that a special set of ‘rules’ might be operating there. Although he didn’t know if it had a mind like the Dream Realm’s law collection, it was worth a try.

In the end, as the drill that was spinning madly, Song Shuhang deliberately left his two palms behind, sliding them in the void to release the Saber Nurturing Technique.

Modern digital control drills all have an automatic water-spraying function, and Song Shuhangs drill was no exception.

The Saber Nurturing Technique he kept sliding out was to alleviate the ‘pain’

of the Tribulation Transcender who was about to be violently opened in the void.

The first time, the second time.

With the experience of the first attempt, Senior White had become much more proficient.

In just five or six minutes, a small Tribulation Transcender void node had been opened.

“Now!” Song Shuhangs Saber Nurturing Technique was furiously deployed, and at the same time, the power of ‘pseudo-immortality surged forth!