Although the chilly Confucian Sage had outmaneuvered it and taken the Immortal Bone, Boss Fat Ball's power could no longer be transmitted to the Present World as recklessly as before.
But the Immortal Bone had been studied in its hands for such a long time. Combined with the Necrotic Kidney it had unexpectedly obtained from Song Shuhang earlier, and by cross-referencing the two, Boss Fat Ball had already worked out some clues and begun constructing a plan of its own.
Moreover, as the Netherworld Ruler corresponding to this generation's Heavenly Dao, it naturally had no shortage of special treasures in its possession—especially items left behind by the Heavenly Daos of previous generations.
Suddenly, Boss Fat Ball ground its teeth and said, "Damn that murderous Ghostly White."
That fellow Ghostly White was simply utterly inhuman. Not only had she carried off its entire lair, she had even refused to spare the fertile soil it had painstakingly cultivated. That fertile land was a treasured site for growing the spirit plants needed for research.
"Fortunately, I won't have to see Ghostly White's loathsome face for at least the next five thousand years." At this thought, Boss Fat Ball breathed another sigh of relief.
If it had the chance, it hoped to extend Ghostly White's sealing period a little longer—at least to ten thousand years.
Five thousand years... ten thousand years...
At this thought, Boss Fat Ball suddenly deflated, its entire body collapsing.
There was no doubt that this calamity named Ghostly White could live another five thousand years, ten thousand years, or even longer.
But that might not be true for it.
If it did not work harder, it might disappear at some point without warning.
Sometimes, I really envy Ghostly White. She has a reliable Heavenly Dao.
Having said that, Boss Fat