"Heh heh, I've come back to life again."
"Heh heh, I'm about to blow myself up again!"
"Heh heh, I'm back again and again and again..."
The living beings of the Three Thousand Dao Realms were frantic. Meanwhile, some people in secret were already having the time of their lives. It wasn't just the youngsters—even the old folks were grinning from ear to ear.
"I want to send them a Cloud-Piercing Arrow."
"I want to send them a Starry Sky No. 1."
"Wait, you want to blow up the entire Yuanyang Realm? I say Star No. 1 is plenty!"
"Blowing them up in the open is too brazen, isn't it? Couldn't we strap a timer beneath the Three Thousand Dao Realms and secretly blow them all up together?"
A group of young men and women discussed it in secret, mulling over what grand gift to send the Three Thousand Dao Realms.
Sending three thousand gifts would work, too.
The only worry was that they wouldn't live to enjoy them.
"Enough. These little tricks won't need those. We can use them later—and right in front of them, straight in their faces." An old fellow spoke up.
"Then let's keep blowing ourselves up. It's pretty fun. I've died six times already."
"Heh heh, I'm up to eleven. Listen to me: act a little weaker. Go up and trade a couple of moves, pretend you can't beat him, then suddenly hug him and blow yourself up. He definitely won't react in time."
"...That works, that works."
Outside, the Immortal Kings of the Three Thousand Dao Realms had reached their limit. They would be fighting, and then their opponents would blow themselves up. Who could withstand that?
They could fight with everything they had and battle to the death, but they didn't want to