Cultivation Chat Group Chapter 3163: 3161: Senior Song, You Have to Believe That You Are Exceptional!

The Fourth Dark Heavenly Dao had fallen into a heavy silence.

Conversing further seemed pointless—it realized that no amount of persuasion would convince Tyrannical Song to show mercy.

The tiny spark of optimism that had flickered in its soul was now utterly extinguished.

Total hopelessness remained.

Did this nineteen-year-old Tyrannical Song even comprehend the weight of eternal solitude?

It didn't doubt his claim of being only nineteen; at a level as high as Tyrannical Song’s, such a petty deception would serve no end.

One burning question consumed the Fourth Dark Heavenly Dao—how was such a feat possible? How could a mere youth of nineteen reach the state of a pseudo-immortal and even achieve transcendence over the Heaven’s Way?

Even if he had begun his Cultivation within his mother’s womb, the timeline simply didn't add up.

Yet, it refused to voice the question.

What would be gained by asking?

Resigned to its fate and facing certain death, asking would merely provide his opponent a grand stage to boast before the end.

Even in my final moments, I refuse to be the foil for your arrogance!

“No more questions?” Song Shuhang remarked, observing the quiet Fourth Dark Heavenly Dao. “I can sense the confusion still swirling in your mind.”

The Fourth Dark Heavenly Dao remained mute: “…”

“Aren't you even a little curious about my path? How I attained the status of pseudo-immortal at nineteen and surpassed the Dao? Don't you want to know my secret to transcendence?” Song Shuhang pressed on.

The Fourth Dark Heavenly Dao: “…”

It had vastly underestimated Tyrannical Song’s character. Even without an audience, the man was perfectly capable of setting his own stage, performing the play, and applauding his own performance.

In truth, it was dying to know the 'Transcendence Method.'

But it stubbornly held its tongue.

“Let me share another detail. When I mentioned I was nineteen, did you assume I had been practicing Cultivation for that entire duration?” Song Shuhang mused aloud.

The Fourth Dark Heavenly Dao stayed silent: “…”

This chatterbox Tyrannical Song seemed capable of entertaining himself with a monologue for an eternity.

“You’d be wrong. In reality, I only began my serious Cultivation last year… well, since we are in a future timeline now, I should say I started at eighteen!” Song Shuhang revealed.

The Fourth Dark Heavenly Dao’s expression shifted to one of pure bewilderment: “???”

“It’s the truth. I have only been on the path of Cultivation for a single year, yet I have already transcended immortality. Meanwhile, you spent four cycles of the Heavenly Dao preparing, lurking in the shadows to sabotage one era after another. Despite your schemes spanning countless epochs, they couldn't withstand one year of my dedication,” Song Shuhang said, holding up a finger. “How does that make you feel?”

How could it feel? The Fourth Dark Heavenly Dao felt its mental state beginning to fracture!

A single year?

Is this a joke?

Waves of resentment, grief, and explosive fury crashed against its heart.

“Finally, here is the killing blow.” Song Shuhang decided it was time to finish breaking the Dark Heavenly Dao’s spirit. “Do you know why I was so obsessed with advancing? Why I pushed myself so ruthlessly? It was because of the immense pressure you exerted… The ‘Myriad Realms’ Destruction Virus’ you orchestrated was the primary catalyst that forced me to become a pseudo-immortal within twelve months.”

The Fourth Dark Heavenly Dao was beyond words: “…”

“But here is the irony. If you hadn't initiated that virus, a natural cycle would have finished after the Ninth Heavenly Dao’s reign. The universe would have entered its scheduled annihilation, leading to a rebirth of the Myriad Realms. If you had simply stayed still and only utilized your ‘Transcendence Method’ at the final moment of cosmic collapse, you might have won by doing absolutely nothing.” Song Shuhang spoke the words slowly.

At this, the Fourth Dark Heavenly Dao could no longer remain still. It bolted upright in shock, like a corpse momentarily reanimated!

I could have won by just waiting?

A tide of unspeakable regret washed over it.

“Regardless, your opportunity has vanished,” Song Shuhang said, appearing instantly before the Fourth Dark Heavenly Dao.

He pulled back his fist and struck the Dark Heaven with full force: “This one is for the Seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group!”

Boom!

Agony ripped through the body and soul of the Dark Heaven—even its Immortal Body felt the impact!

It wasn't destroyed, but the pain was excruciatingly vivid.

Not since it had first attained the Dao in the Fourth Era had it experienced such suffering. Today, it was being reacquainted with the sensation of a brutal thrashing.

“Ahhh!” A scream that had been unheard for four eras finally tore from its throat.

“This strike is on behalf of Senior White Two.”

“Ah!”

“And here is a portion for Soft Feather, Lady Onion, and Sixteen…”

“Ahhhhh! Stop!”

Suddenly, Song Shuhang paused the beating.

“Senior White, would you like to take a turn?” Song Shuhang asked, turning his head.

“I’ll decline. Just give me its 'remains' when you're finished. Back in 2020, I was studying how an ‘Immortal Body’ could be reduced to sand. I wanted to see if it could be converted into an ‘eternity bone’ structure, similar to Cloud Gauze Three View Moon. We can test it out; if it works, every one of our friends can be equipped with an ‘Immortal Sand’ safety net,” Senior White replied calmly.

“Excellent thinking, Senior White,” Song Shuhang said, giving a thumbs up.

“If we can transport some ‘Immortal Sand’ back to 2020, we can provide it to the group members there. Since we can't disturb the ‘Immortal Body’ of that era, it’s better to harvest some from this timeline,” Senior White added.

“Easy enough. With a bit of preparation, I can manage it. As a transcendent immortal, bringing back some local souvenirs from this era is only natural,” Song Shuhang stated with confidence.

[Me? A souvenir?] The Dark Heaven, writhing in pain, wished it could simply self-destruct to take Tyrannical Song and White with it.

But it was impossible.

An Immortal Heavenly Dao was incapable of self-harm.

The thought of being processed into a ‘Resurrection Tool’ after death sent it spiraling into deeper despair.

“The final blow is for myself. This punch concludes all the lingering grievances of the great Tyrannical Song!” Song Shuhang roared, slamming his fist into the Fourth Dark Heavenly Dao one last time!

As the punch landed, the very laws of reality were warped and rewritten.

Under the power of a ‘Heavenly Dao graduate,’ even the trait of being ‘Indestructible’ began to falter.

Through the haze of pain, the Immortal Sand Body could no longer shield the ‘will’ of the Fourth Dark Heavenly Dao.

Much like its 2020 counterpart, its consciousness began to incinerate—but this time, the burning was forced upon it.

Slowly, it was refined into a heap of shimmering white sand crystals.

“What a shame,” Song Shuhang muttered with a hint of regret.

He had hoped to deliver a few more strikes so it could repay the despair it caused the Seniors with interest.

Unfortunately, the Fourth Dark Heavenly Dao had stopped resisting too soon.

He went quiet halfway through; it wasn't very satisfying.

“If there’s another chance, I’ll bind its ‘power of eternity’ and let the Nine Provinces Number One Group seniors and Future Child join in. With my support, they could really vent their frustrations,” Song Shuhang suggested.

Senior White waved his hand, collecting the white crystals. “This is sufficient. We crushed its hope at the moment of its triumph. That level of despair compensates for what the group and Future Child suffered. Besides, this ‘Immortal Sand’ is a fine tribute.”

“True,” Song Shuhang agreed. “Should we linger in this era a bit longer?”

“Future Child has some regrets in this timeline that require your attention. You also need to retrieve the essence of the Nine Virtues Phoenix Saber and Lady Onion here. The timing is perfect,” Senior White noted.

While Senior White worked on integrating the ‘Immortal Sand’ for their friends, Song Shuhang would focus on reviving the seniors lost in Future Child’s era.

They also needed to bid farewell to the Soft Feather of this time.

“Understood. Let's get to it,” Song Shuhang said, waving his hand to open a spatial rift leading back to his Seclusion Place.

Outside the gates of the Seclusion Place.

“The sky is clearing!” The short-haired Lady Onion looked upward.

The oppressive gray fog of death, which only those with Cultivation could perceive, had finally vanished. The world was regaining its vibrant colors.

Did Shuhang actually succeed?

It had barely been thirty minutes.

“Senior Song should be returning any moment,” Future Child said, swinging her legs while sitting atop the spirit butterfly.

This youthful spark had been missing from Future Child for a long time.

In this moment, she truly felt ‘alive’ again.

[Aside from the lack of a salary, Boss Song is actually quite reliable,] Lady Onion mused.

Just then, a spatial gate rippled open, and Tyrannical Song stepped through.

“Wait, where is Senior White?” Lady Onion looked behind him, her hope of seeing Senior White dashed.

She always felt a bit nervous when it was just the ‘disaster-magnet’ Boss Song around.

“Senior White is busy with ‘Immortal Sand’ research. He wants to have a gift ready for everyone before we leave,” Song Shuhang explained.

Lady Onion sighed in relief before asking, “Is it over? The Dark Sun and its true form?”

“Settled,” Song Shuhang confirmed. “Its Immortal Sand Body is now our loot.”

“We fought that thing for a millennium without progress, and you fix it in half an hour…” Lady Onion sighed, her heart full of mixed emotions.

“That’s why I’m here. My past, present, and future selves have all built toward this,” Song Shuhang said, picking up the small Lady Onion and placing her on his shoulder. “I’ve already located the essence of this era’s Lady Onion and the Nine Virtues Phoenix Saber. I can restore them whenever we’re ready. Use this remaining time to say your goodbyes to the Nine Provinces Number One Group seniors.”

“I know, I know. Just make sure to set up that ‘time-crossing video chat’ for me and Soft Feather. I’ll want to check in on everyone once I’m back in 2020,” Lady Onion reminded him.

She then hopped down, tapped a device on her arm that projected a high-tech screen, and began typing away.

“And you, Future Child,” Song Shuhang called out to the girl on the spirit butterfly. “Do you have any final wishes?”

“Senior Song, in this timeline, you are ‘Past Shuhang,’ and I’m not really Future Child anymore,” she giggled.

She hopped down and walked to his side.

As she stood next to him, Song Shuhang realized how much she had grown.

She was only about a head shorter than him now.

However, he couldn't help but notice that her legs were significantly longer than his.

A sudden thought struck him: [Are my legs actually short?]

Perhaps he should use his transcendent powers to adjust his proportions later?

“Let's clear up those last few regrets of yours all at once,” Song Shuhang said, forcing his thoughts away from her height.

The seniors who had vanished in accidents, the friends with incurable wounds, those trapped by their own Dantian obsessions… and the location of Senior White Two.

With his current power, Song Shuhang could fix it all.

“Senior Song, once you detach, won't you become ‘The Only One in Myriad Realms’?” Future Child asked.

“Technically, I already am,” Song Shuhang chuckled. “My version of ‘The Only One’ isn't what people expect. Since I’m not bound by any rules, nothing can limit what I do.”

Future Child nodded; that was a very ‘Senior Song’ way of looking at things.

“Then please, fulfill those wishes for me,” she said with a bright, pure smile—the same one she had when they first met in 2019.

As they moved through space, the world shifted around them.

Wounded members of the Nine Provinces Number One Group were instantly healed.

Inner Demons were purged—and in a stroke of humor, Song Shuhang even collected those demons as samples.

Wave after wave of good news flooded the group chat.

Eventually, even those who had been dead for years were resurrected within their old homes.

Senior Yellow Mountain woke up and immediately resumed his role as the group’s caretaker.

It was as if the world had been rewound back to the peaceful days of 2019.

“Thank you, Senior Song,” Future Child whispered.

“I should be thanking you,” Song Shuhang replied. He knew now that without her intervention, many seniors would have been lost during that disastrous heavenly tribulation, leaving him with eternal guilt.

The time was drawing near.

Song Shuhang looked up, sensing that Senior White’s experiments were concluding.

“Senior Song… how is the Soft Feather of 2020?” Future Child asked as she felt his departure approaching.

“She’s great. Still as energetic and curious as the day we met,” Song Shuhang said with a warm smile.

“But Senior Song… even that Soft Feather will grow up eventually,” Future Child said seriously. “She can't stay a child forever, even if she doesn't face the tragedies I did. Time will change her.”

She paused, then added, “Senior Song, have you ever realized… just how exceptional you are?”

“I’m really just a salted fish who got lucky following the seniors around,” Song Shuhang replied, feeling bashful at the sudden compliment.

“You need to believe in yourself, Senior Song. You are truly incredible,” Future Child said, her smile radiant.