"I've never seen the final battle against the Heavenly Dao drag on this long." Boss Pitch-Black Sun was utterly despairing.
It could not wait any longer.
His time was up.
"There's no helping it. I can only make a move." Boss Pitch-Black Sun spoke.
If it did not act now, it would be ejected from the Present World again, and could only wait for the next 'Heavenly Dao Cycle' to begin.
He no longer wanted to wait for the next cycle!
"Fortunately, I made some improvements to the 'Seizure Secret Technique'... It's just in time to put them to use." After saying this, Boss Pitch-Black Sun began activating the incomparably precious 'secret technique' in his hand, one that required ten million years to condense.
[This secret technique is called the 'Seizure Secret Technique'? What a blunt and straightforward name.] Song Shuhang's attention shifted from the Confucian Sage and Boss Fat Ball back to Boss Pitch-Black Sun.
Any secret technique with the character "Ba" in its name always gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Although this 'Seizure Secret Technique' sounded rather blatant, Song Shuhang felt that he was fated to be connected to it somehow, so he instinctively wanted to watch it a little longer.
Coincidentally, Boss Pitch-Black Sun's 'gaze' also turned away from the Confucian Sage and returned to himself.
A pair of hands made of pitch-black gravel condensed, and slowly began forming hand seals—these were the hand seals of the improved version. Boss Pitch-Black Sun was using them for the first time as well, so he was being especially cautious.
His caution happened to give Tyrant Song a chance to learn.
Deep down, Song Shuhang was actually a true top-tier academic...
The reason he looked like a poor student in the subject of 'Cultivation Foundation' was mainly because