The Essence of History is a Replay Machine

"Perhaps there will be something like 'Heavenly Dao Molting White,' 'Heavenly Dao Molting Eye,' or 'Heavenly Dao Molting Dragon' among them?" Song Shuhang pondered while rubbing his chin.

Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet was speechless.

In the next moment, Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet, who had moments ago declared, 'We will never part in life and death. If you die, I will be the tablet,' swiftly untied the rope connecting him and Song Shuhang. He leaped gracefully into the hands of Fairy Creation while transforming into a bystander tablet to avoid being entangled in Song Shuhang's tribulation.

Song Shuhang looked puzzled.

However, Senior White Two showed no reaction to the term 'Heavenly Dao Molting White.' It seemed that he could accept the term 'Heavenly Dao Molting White'—maybe because it didn't describe him, so he didn't mind it?

Seeing that Song Shuhang wasn't sent soaring into the sky, Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet felt somewhat regretful.