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“How did that work?” Senior White Two blinked in surprise.

This was the Heavenly Dao Molt Ball, after all. It was closely related to the concept of the Heavenly Dao, yet it couldn’t withstand even a drop of Song Shuhang’s blood.

Moreover, based on the experiments in the modern world, it seemed that the blood of any cultivator had an effect on the Heavenly Dao Molt Ball.

The aura of grandeur surrounding the Heavenly Dao Molt Ball dissipated instantly.

“If the blood of any cultivator is effective against the Heavenly Dao Molt Ball, why don’t everyone donate some blood and splashes it on its face?” Song Shuhang pondered.

“It can’t be that simple. If the blood of all cultivators is effective against the Heavenly Dao Molt Ball, that would be ridiculous. Is there anything special about the three human cultivators?” Senior White Two inquired.

“Senior White conducted experiments with Senior Skylark from the Xuan Nu

Sect, Sage Monarch Spirit Butterfly, and Senior Seventh Cultivator of True

Virtue. If we’re talking about something special…” Song Shuhang began, “Senior Skylark is the owner of the Bone of Eternity. Senior Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue was once the wielder of the Nine Virtues Phoenix Saber. I can’t recall what’s special about Senior Spirit Butterfly.”

“Sage Monarch Spirit Butterfly is Soft Feather’s father, right?” the Heart Demon Redcloud Sword asked.

“Yes,” Song Shuhang confirmed.

“I believe Sage Monarch Spirit Butterfly must be quite special to have fathered a daughter like Soft Feather,” Scarlet Heaven Sword commented in a deep tone. It felt the need to defend the black-skinned Soft Feather’s honor.

After all, if everyone else was special and Soft Feather’s father was ordinary, how embarrassing would that be for Soft Feather?

Song Shuhang was left speechless.

Senior White speculated further, “Perhaps it’s the blood of an Eighth Stage Profound Sage or higher, or the blood of a cultivator with special abilities, that has an effect on the Heavenly Dao Molt Ball. The specifics require further experimentation to verify.”

Furthermore, there might be a prerequisite—the blood donor had to be a living being of the current world, not a denizen of the Netherworld. Even the blood of the gorilla general, once a living creature of the present world but now transformed into a Netherworld creature, proved useless.

“Then I’ll go find a few fellow Daoists and seniors to give it a try,” Song Shuhang said.

As they discussed this, the situation in space suddenly shifted.

Through the eyes of the virtuous lamia, Song Shuhang witnessed the Heavenly Dao Relic Molt Ball, previously descending vertically, suddenly alter its course.

Sage Monarch Winter Melon’s defensive measures were extremely reliable, stacked one upon another. The Heavenly Dao Molt Ball, suppressed by the laws of the present world, struggled to break through.

Even when the Heavenly Dao Molt Ball managed to breach one layer of defense, Sage Monarch Winter Melon would reinforce it with two or three more layers.

The defensive expert lived up to his reputation.

However, before anyone could celebrate, a pair of enormous wings suddenly extended from the Heavenly Dao Molt Ball.

Sage Monarch Winter Melon was left dumbfounded.

The Heavenly Dao Molt Ball flapped its wings and took flight with agility.

It circled around and evaded Sage Monarch Winter Melon’s layered defenses while altering its trajectory to continue its descent.

“Just as I suspected, this fellow must have employed some unknown method to become even more agile after experiencing the illusions,” the black-bellied Venerable gnashed his teeth.

“Fellow Daoist Winter Melon, spray it with blood!” Song Shuhang’s voice echoed in Sage Monarch Winter Melon’s mind.

The voice of Song Shuhang had been conveyed to Sage Monarch Winter Melon through the virtuous lamia.

“Tyrannical Song?” Sage Monarch Winter Melon was taken aback.

The voice was unmistakably that of Tyrannical Song!

“Spray it with blood!” Sage Monarch Winter Melon spread the word.

He charged forward and pursued the Heavenly Dao Relic Molt Ball. He expelled a mouthful of blood toward it.

Spitting out blood was a basic technique for high-level cultivators. After all, many desperate spells and talismans required a spurt of blood essence.

Upon hearing Sage Monarch Winter Melon’s voice transmission, a large group of cultivators chased after the Heavenly Dao Molt Ball. They expelled their blood at the ball from the closest distance they could withstand.

The scene was surreal and grotesque.

A massive, winged ball led the way.

A large group of cultivators behind it expelled what appeared to be liquid, but was actually fresh blood.

The blood took on various forms—arrows, pillars, threads, or webs, each displaying their unique abilities.

Each mouthful of blood contained spiritual power. It congealed in space and shot forward.

The Heavenly Dao Molt Ball’s posterior, as inferred from the position of its wings, was stained red with blood.

The scene was incredibly bizarre.

Song Shuhang struggled to put it into words.

The outcome was soon revealed, however.

There was no effect!

Be it the blood of the Eighth-Stage Sage, Sage Monarch Winter Melon, or the blood of the various elemental cultivators present, none had any effect on the Heavenly Dao Molt Ball.

In fact, the Heavenly Dao Molt Ball flew even faster after being showered with blood.

In the blink of an eye, it crashed into the atmosphere.

As it descended, it adjusted its landing trajectory several times. Its destination was the Jiangnan region of China.

These were the last coordinates it had locked onto before losing the boots.

Unable to lock onto Song Shuhang’s coordinates any longer, it headed straight for this area.

Sage Monarch Winter Melon was frustrated and muttered, “Tyrannical Song, what was that about?”

“Wait… the landing coordinates for the sphere are in the Jiangnan region, which is Profound Sage Tyrannical Song’s dojo!” the black-bellied Venerable suddenly exclaimed.

Sage Monarch Winter Melon was stunned upon hearing this. “Could it be that Profound Sage Tyrannical Song wanted me to spit blood at the ball to mark it and lead it to his own dojo?”

Considering Profound Sage Tyrannical Song’s enigmatic nature, it might just be possible!

In the world of the Black Lotus, Song Shuhang was pondering his next move.

“It’s futile. The blood of ordinary cultivators and Profound Sages has no effect on the Heavenly Dao Molt Ball,” Song Shuhang urgently exclaimed as he desperately applied the Saber Nurturing Technique to the sealing pillar.

By now, the Heavenly Dao Molt Ball had already touched down in the Jiangnan region.

Time was of the essence.

“As expected… both you and the three human cultivators are special,” Senior White Two commented.

“Shuhang, are you in the Jiangnan region? I’ll transfer my blood and Fairy Skylark’s blood to you,” Senior White’s voice sounded in his mind.

Senior White’s reinforcements couldn’t have come at a better time.

“I’ll have Fairy Creation receive it in the Jiangnan region!” Song Shuhang swiftly replied.

Simultaneously, he extended his hand toward Senior White Two and said,

“Senior White, let me touch you!”

Senior White Two stared at him dumbfoundedly.

Song Shuhang did his best to raise his arm and make contact with Senior White Two’s arm.

In the next moment, hundreds of wounds erupted across his body, and blood gushed forth—the result of the secret appraisal technique.

Pavilion Master Chu’s hair stood on end as she collected all of Song Shuhang’s blood.

“I’ll have to trouble you,” Song Shuhang said weakly. Meanwhile, the radiance of the Saber Nurturing Technique showed no sign of abating.

“Leave it to me. I’ll deliver your blood to Fairy Creation,” Pavilion Master Chu replied.

As long as the blood of Senior White, Senior Skylark, and Song Shuhang proved effective against the Heavenly Dao Molt Ball, they could at least delay it for a while in the Jiangnan region..