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...
Only a tiny droplet remained. It looked like it could dissipate at any moment—this was the frailest form of the 'liquid metal sphere' that Song Shuhang had ever encountered.
However, he wouldn't underestimate it under any circumstances.
Song Shuhang could sense that this droplet of 'liquid metal' wasn't the fat ball, nor was it the Wielder of the Will's Heavenly Dao Molt Ball. After all, he was intimately familiar with the fat ball and had clashed with the Heavenly Dao Molt Ball several times. He knew them too well to make such a mistake.
So, the origin of this droplet of 'liquid metal' was becoming apparent.
Heavenly Dao Sphere!
This had to be some technique related to the Heavenly Dao Sphere—after all, the Heavenly Dao was eternal and indestructible, so it shouldn't be the actual Heavenly Dao itself.