One day, Song Shuhang was suddenly added to a chat group with many seniors that suffered from chuuni disease. The people inside the group would call each other ‘Fellow Daoist’ and had all different kinds of titles: Palace Master, Cave Lord, True Monarch, Immortal Master, etc. Even the pet of the founder of the group that had run away from home was called ‘monster dog’. They would talk all day about pill refining, exploring ancient ruins, or share their experience on techniques. However, after lurking inside the group for a while, he discovered that not all was what it seemed...
Between the first ruler of the Netherworld and itself, there shouldn't be too direct a connection, right?
And moreover...
Why is it that when other rulers of the Netherworld were born, they had something like a 'Companion Magic Device,' but it didn't!
When it was born, aside from this ball of itself, it had nothing.
[Maybe even that Netherly White guy has a Companion Magic Device or some other treasure.]
[Sure enough, was my Companion Magic Device messed up by the Heavenly Dao?]
[Stupid Heavenly Dao liquefied metal ball.]
The resentment in fat ball's heart toward the Heavenly Dao liquefied metal ball grew even more intense.
If this goes on, its grudge against the liquefied metal ball will sooner or later surpass that towards Song Shuhang, Netherly White, and the Sage of Confucianism.
"I feel a very intimate connection with this magical treasure... Tyrannical Song, do you know something?" the fat ball hurriedly continued to ask.