Chapter 139

How much sorrow can one have? It's like spring water flowing eastward in a river.

I thought the admin dog was already the top of the cheating industry, but I never imagined there'd be something even more absurd, making even Su Lin, this cheat god, bow in defeat.

"Hmm."

"The Fool" Miss Kelaien sat inside the Source Altar above the Gray Mist, tapping his index finger against the table.

With a soft thud, all members of the Tarot Club straightened their backs.

"..."

Miss Kelaien merely sighed because he was amazed at how absurd the folks in other worlds were—he hadn't controlled himself instinctively.

Trying to focus on three things at once isn't easy.

"Justice" Audrey and the others waited anxiously for the Fool's words, their hearts uneasy, wondering why the Fool had sighed.

What should I say...

Miss Kelaien thought for a moment; in others' eyes, something major must be about to happen.

The deep, distant, lofty figure within the Gray Mist chuckled:

"Another entity has awakened—too quickly, beyond my expectations."

"Carry on."

Amidst everyone's shock, the Fool once again merged with the space behind him, clearly unwilling to speak further.

Each member of the Tarot Club was shaken to their core.

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan was delighted by the flame authority he had gained; though weakened slightly due to lacking dragon blood, his control over flames was now worlds apart from before.

Qinglian Dixin Fire danced joyfully in his hand, flanked by purple and blue flames swirling around him, manifesting as the Word-Spirit Flame.

Suddenly seeing the group message, the flames on his body flickered wildly.

This isn't even called cheating.

The GM has entered the game!!!

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan: "You're sure it's one year? Not a billion years?"

Zhang Chu'an: "I'm done..."

Miss Kelaien: "Too absurd."

Han Li said nothing, only took a deep breath, activated Tianwang's cultivation, and after a moment, felt neither joy nor sorrow.

Zhong Li had just crossed the Lei Jie and glanced at him skeptically; Han Li said, "Check the group message."

Purple-Gold Divine Dragon: "From today on, we're brothers @Song Shuhang"

Purple-Gold Divine Dragon: "Call me Brother Dragon if you need anything!"

The group members had still underestimated this dragon's bottom limit.

Damn it, shameless!

Su Lin silently deleted the content in his chat window.

——————

Crack—

King Dou Dou swiped at Song Shuhang with his paw.

"What are you doing?!" Song Shuhang cried, clutching his face.

The Pekingese stared blankly ahead, its paw still frozen in the striking pose.

"I didn't dream this, did I?" King Dou Dou mumbled dazedly.

White Zunzhe's eyes gleamed with even greater curiosity, as if he wanted to take Song Shuhang apart and study him thoroughly.

"One year? The Dao of Heaven?!" King Dou Dou murmured, then shouted in shock.

"Impossible!" Song Shuhang didn't even believe it himself—this was even more absurd than suddenly gaining a Multiverse Chat Group in his mind.

A strange silence settled inside the small villa.

King Dou Dou recalled his past life as a dog.

This was even more absurd than Tonggua suddenly calculating correct fortunes, Kuang Dao Sanlang turning into a cowardly cultivator, or Lingdie no longer being obsessed with his daughter.

Fake, fake, all fake.

Maybe the Multiverse Chat Group is just Song Shuhang's hallucination—he's already gone insane.

There's no Multiverse Chat Group—it's merely the delusion of a Level One cultivator who's lost his mind.

It must be this way.

"Shuhang, check that book—where are we in the plot now?" said White Zunzhe.

"Huh?" Song Shuhang hadn't recovered yet—even after King Dou Dou's paw strike, he still felt he was dreaming.

"Oh, okay."

After snapping to, he began flipping through the book's chapters; King Dou Dou's eyes sharpened—he truly saw the chapter title: "Bai Qianbei Emerges from Seclusion."

Song Shuhang clicked in to check what was supposed to happen today.

"True," nodded White Zunzhe. "I planned to dismantle all the appliances in the fridge last night to study their principles, but something more interesting came up, so I didn't."

That meant the fridge and other appliances escaped disaster today.

"Wasn't there supposed to be a disciple from Wuji Demon Sect tracking you? And one from Kongkong Thief Sect? Interesting," White Zunzhe read along with Song Shuhang's gaze.

"Ah, the spirit ghost Li Tiansu." Bai Qianbei had confirmed it—the book truly recorded their future. If so, wasn't it exactly as the administrator claimed: that this young man Song Shuhang would become the Dao of Heaven in one year?

To ordinary cultivators, a Level Nine cultivator was already the brightest star in the universe—unattainable, existing only in legend, unseen by the world for many years.

The Dao of Heaven—once thought to exist only as a concept—could one truly attain it through cultivation?

White Zunzhe's mind was filled with questions, and these questions stirred deep curiosity—he sensed this emergence from seclusion would be most intriguing.

After flipping through, King Dou Dou stared tremblingly at the paw in his hand.

"Did I just slap the future Heavenly Dao?"

"Alright, Shuhang, don't flip ahead for now." Bai Zunzhe said, "Let's just follow the proper procedure first."

"It's time to head out and buy things."

"Alright." Song Shuhang nodded — after all, there was still a cultivator from the Boundless Demon Sect coming later.

No matter what the future holds, listening to a senior now can't be wrong, let alone a gentle and good-looking senior like Senior Bai. *Ahem. *

Song Shuhang turned his head away to shift his gaze — Senior Huangshan had actually forgotten to brief him on the do's and don'ts of getting along with Senior Bai.

Now Senior Bai had noticed too. Awkward.

Senior Bai had only taken two steps when he turned back and asked, "How about we just skip straight to the ending? I'm very curious."

"Me too!" King Dou Dou thought the same.

Song Shuhang re-projected the contents of the book within the chat group.

A moment later.

The information load was a bit heavy — what Nine Hells, what Heavenly Dao, what Senior Bai Two — Song Shuhang had absolutely no idea what any of that was about, but the key point was—

"Ah Sixteen is pregnant with my child?!?!!"

King Dou Dou's eerie gaze made Song Shuhang restless and uneasy.

"Su-shi Ah Sixteen — is she a descendant of the Tianhe Su Shi?" Senior Bai asked. "Looks like this little Miss will be your future wife."

"Oh right, I see you seem to know Su-shi Ah Qi. Want me to have him introduce her to you?"

"Senior Bai, they already know each other." King Dou Dou said, wagging his tail.

"Even better." Bai Zunzhe chuckled. As for those unfamiliar names and terms, no need to bother with them for now. He hadn't expected his future self to have already transcended? That was good news too.

But it had only been a year.

Senior Bai was also completely baffled. It seemed this trip out of seclusion would bring quite a lot of things.

"Let's head out first."

"Mm."

Song Shuhang hurried to follow, his face flushed red. Petite and cute Ah Sixteen — no, he couldn't let his thoughts run wild. Not even the first stroke of the character eight had been written yet.

"Looks like Ah Sixteen's injuries are fine, thank goodness." Song Shuhang shifted his attention, and at the same time suddenly remembered something.

"I still haven't expressed my thanks to Senior Su Lin."

Song Shuhang: "@Su Lin, thank you, Senior! This junior is endlessly grateful."

Purple-Gold Divine Dragon: "Brother! Come hang out at our place when you're free, I'll take you to see some pretty little ladies."

Song Shuhang hastily closed the chat group, pretending he hadn't seen the rogue dragon's words.

End of chapter.