Brain Death?
Song Shuhang's consciousness hurriedly looked toward that White Horse.
It looked so much like it. Too much like it.
The White Horse that the Young Man in Blue with a White Horse had been leading in Senior White's "True Illusion."
The rhythm of the bell immediately reminded Song Shuhang of the memory of being brutally beaten by the Young Man in Blue with a White Horse.
"Hey!" Song Shuhang suddenly smiled smugly. "How about we go back to Senior White's 'True Illusion' and have another round? This time, I'll definitely beat you to a bloody pulp!"
Back then, when he had only been a rookie in the Cultivation World, the Young Man in Blue with a White Horse had abused him over and over in every possible way—fist techniques, saber techniques, sword techniques, spear techniques, staff techniques, even hammer techniques. All eighteen types of martial arts and every kind of weapon had taken their turn... He hadn't even been given time to rest, leaving him covered in wounds.
But now, he was Profound Sage Tyrannical Song [False] and True Lord Tyrant Song [True].
If he had another chance to enter Senior White's "True Illusion," it would be his turn to take the initiative and beat that Young Man in Blue with a White Horse until he begged for mercy.
Just thinking about it filled him with anticipation.
If I can make it back alive this time, I'll have Senior White pull me into the 'True Illusion' again. I won't dodge anymore. I'll fight him openly and honorably.
The White Horse that had been walking past at a steady pace suddenly turned its head and glanced at the Sage's ash box.
Song Shuhang: "..."
However, the White Horse made no further move.
It continued forward and eventually disappeared from