Cultivation Chat Group (Web Novel) C.2776 - : Tyrannical Song’s Physical Body: Am I Missing Something?

Chapter 2776: Tyrannical Song’s Physical Body: Am I Missing Something?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

In order to prevent Senior Three-Eyed from reading his face, Song Shuhang took out Immortal Venerable Silver Trigram’s disposable mask and put it on before he fell into deep thought.

“Who are you going to disguise yourself as?” the three-eyed youth casually asked.

Upon hearing this, Song Shuhang subconsciously turned his head to look at Senior Three-Eyed.

“Stop fooling around. If you dare to disguise yourself as me, I’ll kill you immediately,” the three-eyed youth warned.

“Senior, you’ve misunderstood. I don’t necessarily have to disguise myself as someone else. I can randomly change my appearance into someone no one knows. This is the safest way,” Song Shuhang replied.

“Fellow Daoist Tyrannical Song’s words are reasonable and witty,” Eyeball Butler wrote in blood. “Unlike the old master, who only thinks of disguising himself as someone else. His thinking is rigid and lacks flexibility.”

The three-eyed youth was speechless.

“Actually, if possible, I would like to disguise myself as another species. I don’t have to maintain a human appearance.” Song Shuhang stretched out his hand and gently tapped the mask, imagining the most stylish appearance in his mind.

Everyone had an image of themselves at their most handsome and beautiful.

Song Shuhang intended to follow this image and make some changes.

However, when his finger gently tapped on the mask, the mask suddenly changed automatically. Like a lottery wheel, several faces appeared on Song Shuhang’s mask: Senior White’s face, Sage Monarch Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue’s face, Fairy Skylark’s face, and Sage Monarch Spirit Butterfly’s face.

The commonality among these faces was that they belonged to seniors who had entered the Tribulation Transcender’s node with Song Shuhang this time, and those who had left behind the “Tyrannical Divine Pillar, Primordial Spirit Nail.”

Song Shuhang was currently in a primordial spirit projection state, so this “disguise mask” seemed to have activated some kind of hidden mechanism and changed on its own.

In fact, most of the “Immortal Venerable Silver Trigram masks” currently circulating in the market were Silver Trigram’s experimental products. They were his experimental products for creating the mask on Copper Trigram’s primordial spirit.

Once this disguise mask came into contact with an “incomplete primordial spirit” like Copper Trigram’s, it would be activated to stabilize and protect the primordial spirit.

After the wheel changed several times, Song Shuhang’s disguise mask finally stopped and turned into a very strange face.

This face was a combination of Senior White, Sage Monarch Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue, Skylark, and Sage Monarch Spirit Butterfly.

Among these four seniors, Senior White’s appearance was exceptional.

Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue and Spirit Butterfly were also famous handsome uncles in the cultivation world.

Skylark’s appearance was even more enchanting.

However, combining beautiful elements together does not necessarily result in something more beautiful. When these four faces of different styles merged together, the result was a face that couldn’t be described with words—it wasn’t ugly or beautiful, just very strange and peculiar.

If one looked at it carefully, each small part of this face was extremely beautiful. However, when combined, it was hard to describe.

Song Shuhang pinched his face and was very satisfied. “Not bad. No one can associate this face with me.”

That was all he asked for.

Moreover, he could vaguely sense that this mask seemed to have an additional effect of strengthening the Essence Soul.

This was a great benefit.

Next, Song Shuhang took out the treasured mask that could prevent others from using divination to lock onto him and put on another mask.

Do you think that the face under my mask is my real face? Naive, under the mask…of course, it’s still a mask!

With two layers of masks and two layers of protection, as long as he closed his eyes, Song Shuhang no longer had to worry about the seniors reading the information on his face.

“Are you ready?” Senior Three-Eyed asked.

“Deal!” Song Shuhang replied.

Then, he began to think of a plan to cheat.

What he wanted to cheat wasn’t the luck of borrowing Senior White’s left hand. Senior White’s arm was now a projection of his primordial spirit, and there was no difference between them. How could borrowing Senior White’s left hand be considered cheating? Even Senior Three-Eyed silently agreed to this.

What Song Shuhang was thinking about now was whether or not he should use his brain on the five chances.

The turtle shell immortal boat given to him by the three-eyed youth gave him five chances to enter the Wielder’s small black room. After five chances, the competition would end.

But now that Song Shuhang had Senior White’s primordial spirit left hand, perhaps he could create a disposable flying sword that could destroy small black rooms?

At that time, the Wielder’s small black room would truly be his backyard. He could enter and leave as he pleased.

“Low profile, low profile. It would be best if he could use the turtle shell immortal boat to travel four times before considering using the disposable flying sword.

After all, the three-eyed young senior had tricked him when he was using the ‘rules of words,’ causing him to split into 15 + 1 portions, causing the plan to fail.

This time, the ‘five chances’ Senior Three-Eyed mentioned might also become a limit…Therefore, until the last moment, don’t be in a hurry to try to play with the rules.

The two turtle shell immortal boats were activated.

Senior Three-Eyed’s “Eye Devil Incarnation” will take his place in the competition.

“Old Master, I wish your incarnation a safe journey.” It was rare for the eyeball butler to give his blessings to his hometown. The target of its heart-piercing was limited to the three-eyed senior’s main body. It never exceeded the rules and was very self-controlled.

The throne space opened.

The two immortal boats flew out of space and entered the world where the Great Eastern Emperor was forging.

The Great Eastern Emperor, who was forging, subconsciously raised his head.

He still wanted to finish upgrading the magical treasure before Tyrannical Song ended the bet.

The Great Eastern Emperor’s heart ached at the thought of being stabbed by Tyrannical Song again.

However, the two immortal boats that flew out of the void only brushed past the door.

Then, the two immortal boats disappeared into another void at the same time.

In the passageway leading to the Wielder’s small black room in the main world.

“Then, I’ll choose a random location and enter it.” Song Shuhang’s left hand was controlling the steering wheel-like control equipment of the immortal boat, turning it at will.

He didn’t control the direction, and it was all up to Senior White’s left hand.

Song Shuhang believed that even if the Wielder’s small black room that he was about to enter wasn’t a place where the gambling treasures were hidden, it would definitely be a treasure land with a huge amount of wealth.

Senior White would never fall into a place without treasures!

Boom!

In the end, the two immortal boats split up and broke through the barrier between the main world and the Wielder’s small black room, entering it.

It was still the familiar monotonous white space. At first glance, there was no substance at all, and it was monotonous and boring.

At the same time.

In the main world, inside Song Shuhang’s body.

His physical body was suddenly confused. He instinctively felt that something was missing.

Oh, right, after his Essence Soul was placed in the void, it seemed that he did not have the time to project his “projection” into the main world.

Hence…

In the Tribulation Transcender’s void node, Song Shuhang’s 15 + 1 primordial spirit started to exert all its strength and project its power toward the physical body in the present world, trying to condense a new primordial spirit projection.