The Fourth Dark Heavenly Dao had already shut up.
It didn't want to talk anymore—because it knew that no matter how eloquently it spoke, Tyrannical Song wouldn't let it go.
The last bit of hope that had just emerged in its heart was completely shattered.
There was no hope left at all.
Loneliness, did the 19-year-old Tyrannical Song even understand what that was?
It didn't doubt the fact that Tyrannical Song "just turned 19 this year," because at Tyrannical Song's level, such a lie served no purpose.
The current Fourth Dark Heavenly Dao actually had only one question in mind—how did Tyrannical Song manage to do it? At only 19, how did he become a pseudo-immortal and even transcended immortality?
Starting to cultivate from one's mother's womb wouldn't be enough, right?
But it had no plans to ask.
What would be the point of asking?