The Heavenly Dao's partial will had been following Song Shuhang all along.
The moment he learned that Song Shuhang and Immortal White had figured out a way to restrain the Pitch-Black Sun, he immediately put down the experiment in his hands, stepped out of the Heavenly Dao Dimensional World in his true form, and fled into the Seal Land.
If Tyrant Song and Immortal White could truly devour the existence of the Pitch-Black Sun as well, plunging it into a ten-thousand-year coma like the Fat Ball Netherworld Ruler, then he could retire with peace of mind.
Ten thousand years was already more than enough.
Even if they couldn't make it to ten thousand years, a thousand years should suffice.
With Tyrant Song, Immortal White, and all the Former Netherworld Rulers joining forces, a thousand years would definitely be enough to make proper arrangements for the Pitch-Black Sun.
After Daozi's true form descended, he said impatiently, "Tyrant Song, Fellow Daoist White... Go ahead and cast your spell. I'll watch the formation for you. If you really can break through its 'Immortality Data defense' and devour its existence, devour as much as you can. Don't hold back."
Although Daozi still wore an expressionless face... anyone could hear the excitement in his voice.
If the hidden danger of the Pitch-Black Sun could be resolved before he 'retired', then even if he had to pay a price, he was willing.
There were some hidden disasters that, if they could be dealt with in his generation, he didn't want to leave them for the next.
Song Shuhang and Senior White silently nodded, but said nothing—they were both still completing the step of 'filling in their own deficiencies'.
Within the Seal Land.
The Pitch-Black Sun grew increasingly uneasy.
The arrival of the Heavenly Dao's main body