The Fourth Black Heavenly Dao had already fallen silent.
It no longer wanted to speak—because it knew that no matter how eloquently it argued, Tyrant Song would never let it go.
The last sliver of hope that had just surfaced in its heart had been utterly crushed.
There was no hope left.
What the hell did someone as young as Tyrant Song, who had only turned nineteen this year, know about loneliness?
It did not doubt that Tyrant Song had only just turned nineteen. Once one reached Tyrant Song's level, such a lie would have no meaning.
At this moment, the Fourth Black Heavenly Dao had only one question in its heart—how had Tyrant Song done it? How had he attained immortality and even transcended immortality at the age of nineteen?
Even if he had started cultivating from his mother's womb, it should have been impossible, right?
But it no longer intended to ask.
What meaning would asking have?
It was completely desperate anyway, and it was going to die anyway. Asking would only give the other party one last chance to show off before its death.
Even if I die, I'm not going to give you another assist!
"Are you not going to keep asking?" Song Shuhang looked at the silent Fourth Black Heavenly Dao and asked in return, "I can tell that you still have questions in your heart."
The Fourth Black Heavenly Dao did not want to speak. "..."
"Aren't you curious about how I managed to attain immortality and even transcend the Heavenly Dao at the age of nineteen? Aren't you curious about my method of transcendence?" Song Shuhang asked again.
The Fourth Black Heavenly Dao: "..."
It had underestimated Tyrant Song's realm. Even if it did not give Tyrant Song an assist, even if it