What kind of dogshit logic was this?
Why should Tyrant Song be able to usurp the throne just because I died?
Tyrant Song wasn't even related to me.
Even if we arranged things according to inheritance law, and skipped seven or eight rounds, it still wouldn't be Tyrant Song's turn. Why was he able to take the throne?
Confusion filled the pair of temporarily manifested "eyes" of Boss Fat Ball.
Seeing Fat Ball staring blankly, Senior White Two's heart leaped with joy. He forcibly held back his laughter until both cheeks puffed up like steamed buns.
When Boss Fat Ball saw the wickedly restrained smile on Ghostly White's face, it knew it had been toyed with.
Tyrant Song hadn't usurped the throne at all.
Then, only one possibility remained...
"Did Tyrant Song's main body prove the Dao of Immortality and become the Heavenly Dao?" Boss Fat Ball asked a possibility that made even itself feel despair.
In fact, when it had dissipated the last time because of the "collapse of the Heavenly Dao Sphere," Tyrant Song had already faintly shown signs of becoming a top powerhouse of the world—even though Tyrant Song hadn't even stepped onto the Longevity Dao back then.
Among the Heavenly Daos of the past generations, most had already made a name for themselves throughout the world when they were young.
Tyrant Song was someone who loved stirring up trouble. From ancient times until now, Boss Fat Ball had never seen anyone who could cause as much trouble as Tyrant Song, to the point that no one in the Myriad Heavens and Realms didn't know him.
Those who loved stirring up trouble and could still survive to the end generally achieved no small feat.
"No, Tyrant Song hasn't proven the Dao yet." Senior White Two laughed heartily.