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“How is that possible… and I can't do that either.” Song Shuhang waved.

With the help of his predecessors, he was able to briefly see the rest of himself on the Long River Scythe.

But that kind of seeing, like sitting in front of a screen watching a movie, is unlikely to interfere with the world in a movie.

Not to mention killing all the Book Sailing.

There's a dimensional distance in here.

Besides, it is not possible to do this in his personality.

Men, though, have to be cruel to themselves.

But cruelty must also be purposeful and targeted.

Instead of being cruel to oneself all the time... that's shaking M.

“I convey to you my newly acquired sense of ‘the only’ of the world, Senior White.” Song Shuhang said, turning on the data transfer mode between himself and Senior Bai.

The data between him and Senior White is not available through the "chat system".

Using the ‘Confucian saint's gift' to devour each other, there is a unique 'direct’ way between them. Faster data transfer, close to information synchronization between the split and the body.

“So that's it.” Senior Bai nodded after receiving the data.

This part of the realization was summed up by Song Shuhang after touching the 'Long River for Time’ + ‘Su Shi Shi Shi Shi Shuan Print’.

The only thing in the universe is going to be a process, down to the Ninth Phantom, up to the Ninth Day.

Song Shuhang recommends that the ancient past, past generations of 'Heavenly Path candidates’ come to the ancient ghost world to intervene in columns, most likely related to the process of ‘Down to the Nine Ghosts’.

So Song Shuhang, at this time, has an idea —— can we pass the seeds to all Song Shuhang first by interpolating them in the 'ancient ghost world'?

Then use the power of the 'Seed' to achieve the only ending without changing all the 'Book Sailing’.

“Maybe you can sail your seeds and project them to a long river of time.” Senior White felt that the scheme was feasible.

“Seeds of Book Sailing?” Su's cheeks were hot.

Sister Bailong also circled around her neck somewhat awkwardly.

“If this is to be done, the shape of this' pillar 'needs to be changed.” Senior White threw down the branches and looked at the' columns’ maintained by the ego.

Now the pillars erected by the self-dead, like those inserted by the generations of ‘prep lanes', are in the nodes of the ancient ghost world, leaving their own message and their footprints.

“How?” Song Shuhang asked.

He was simply making suggestions and ideas, and there was nothing he could do about it.

“If it was before, just seal you in the column and leave a 'Big Song body’, which is the easiest way to operate. But now, it's impossible to do so.” Senior White regretted.

Song Shuhang, now immortal all over his body, no longer has a way to leave the remains.

“So, let me split up for you?” Song Shuhang proposed.

“No, I'll pull out a few positions on this column, and you can put a 'holy seal’ on it. The effect may be near, but it should be enough.” Senior White waved his hand, answering.

Holy seal of Buddha Song, Buddha Demon seal, Ancient seal of Buddha Dragon, Holy seal of Buddha Demon, Taoist seal, Taoist seal, Taoist seal, Taoist seal, Taoist seal, Taoist seal.

Song Shuhang took a sigh of breath and sacrificed the nine holy seals. According to the points of Senior White, he covered his holy seals in various positions of "pillars".

Finally, Song Shuhang asked: "Senior Bai, do you need to stamp the holy seal together? ”

“I don't need it.” Senior White shook his head: “And I was already involved when the pillars were up, enough was enough. ”

He doesn't need the 'only' option.

Song Shuhang nodded somewhere thoughtful.

“Go, next node.” After standing up, Senior White waved.

As with previous generations of pioneers, there is more than one node that needs to be inserted into a pillar.

Senior Bai and his own corpse joined forces to cast the column body. Song Shuhang himself was responsible for the ascent, and the nine seals were bang bang bang bang.

One day and one night later...

All nodes, columns complete.

Song Shuhang reached out and branded the last ‘pillar’ with a holy seal: “It's over. ”

“It's starting.” Senior White warned.

After standing the pillar, Song Shuhang wanted the 'Projecting Seeds for a Long River' plan to begin.

Song Shuhang put away the nine holy seals and then closed his eyes and gathered his spirit to prepare for possible changes.

Half a day later...

“Feel that?” Lord Chu asked Mao.

Song Shuhang shook his head.

This time, he did not feel the 'long river' and could not see the parallel self on the sea urchin.

“Did it fail?” Asked Senior Red Sword.

“Not sure." Song Shuwang turned to Senior Bai.

“It's been successful.” Senior White said softly.

For a little while now, Senior White has seen a lot of images.

Every image is related to Song Shuhang.

Book sailing at meals.

Book sailing while sleeping.

There's book sailing doing homework.

There's also a book voyage in the shower.

There's a Big Song in the mirror that can't be reflected.

There's Jusong sitting face-to-face with the fairy.

There are smiles on the face, and there are cries on the voice.

Thousands of different life forms a million flowers like Song Shuhang.

At this time, either Song Shuhang attached a seed.

Each seed contains the idea of Song Shuhang.

……

……

In a world of gray hues.

Short hair, a scallion in white tight pencil pants, stepping on high heels, handsome jumping out of the air, long legs stepping on cat steps and walking deep into the world.

Behind her is Soko Yuba sitting on a colored butterfly.

Yuzuko's long hair covered her half cheek, looking sleepless.

“Yoshiko Yu, are you using your time power again?” The onion woman in front turned her head and shook her hair lightly, asking.

“I'm sorry, but this is the last time.” Sooko Yu looked up and replied.

After this, she had no chance to go back to that peaceful world of Song seniors.

The onion sighed.

I wanted to say a few words, but when I saw how depressed she was, she had to put up with what she was about to say.

“Never mind, let's go... go see Boss Song, see if his shutdown is over. He owes me money, and it's time to send it to me.” Short haired onion handsome slip pockets with long legs and big steps forward.

‘Creak, creak, creak.’

In front, a heavy stone door opened.

Then, with a warm smile on one side, Song Shuhang, who looked slightly older, stepped out from behind the stone gate.

Originally the handsome cat walked the onion lady, the next step was suspended in the middle of the sky, not stepped down for half a day.

“Sorry to bother you.” Book navigation uses a gentle, reliable voice.

In his hand, there was a bright seed, slightly flashing.

[Sorry, please forgive me and leave all the pressure and burdens to you...] He clasped his hands together and spoke softly.

Everything, it's about to start... and then it's over!