"Shuhang?"
"Senior Song?"
"Damn right. Tyrannical Song!"
Everyone caught in the dream widened their eyes, gazing at the Immortal who had turned around, sporting Tyrannical Song's face.
"Is this a scene from the future?" Senior Turtle asked, echoing Pavilion Master Chu's earlier inquiry.
"In the future, all the myriad worlds will collapse, leaving only the Heavenly Dao to survive? No wonder throughout history, the big shots of the myriad worlds have been vying for the Heavenly Dao," Lady Onion remarked, stuck on Senior Turtle's shell.
She had recently taken some time to brush up on her knowledge about the Wielder of the Will. After all, numerous big shots claimed she bore the resemblance of the Wielder of the Will. Onions had been around for so long; they needed a dream. For instance, if she did become the Heavenly Axiom in the future, she could give Boss Song a run for his money.
