Courting death at a point any normal person could think of was hardly a talent. Showing off at a point no one could possibly anticipate—that was the mark of a true master.
Young White and Song Shuhang continued working together. After choosing another set of coordinates, they began drilling into the tribulation immortal void again.
—the new coordinates weren't far from the old ones. Song Shuhang and Young White had had the same idea: they planned to squeeze all the members of the Nine Provinces Number One Group into the same area. Naturally, their primordial spirits had to be entrusted to the same area, too, to show that they belonged together.
While Song Shuhang worked hard, Spirit Butterfly Profound Sage slowly woke up inside the Song Dog Den.
Senior Spirit Butterfly and Sage Seven Cultivations were about evenly matched in strength, and they woke up at almost the same time.
After waking, Spirit Butterfly Profound Sage spread his divine sense and discovered Young White forming a Sword Formula hand seal, while his young friend Song Shuhang had turned into a drill bit and was spinning madly in the void.
What were they up to? A punishment game?
"It looks like we've safely reached the tribulation immortal void. Fellow Daoist White, has Shuhang done something wrong again? Isn't that a little too much force to spin him with? If he's done something wrong..." Sage Spirit Butterfly paused briefly, then teased, "Don't hold back on my account, Fellow Daoist White. Spin him as hard as you like."
"Senior Spirit Butterfly, you're going to lose your junior if you keep this up," Song Shuhang replied through voice transmission.
Young White turned and explained, "Shuhang and I are drilling out a tribulation immortal node for you, Fellow Daoist Spirit Butterfly. We'll bury you in