Within the Palace of the Polestar.

Song Lin summoned all the Immortals; except for the Divine Turtle who was out executing a task, everyone else had gathered.

The crowd stared at the scene before them, their expressions marked with disbelief.

Suspended in the center of the Heavenly Court was a mirror, its reflections depicting an endless expanse of monsters, numbering tens of thousands, each differing in abilities, their Divine Skills unpredictable and ever-changing.

The opponents were the Moyu Empire's birds and beasts, who were retreating steadily under the assault of the monsters, utterly unable to mount any form of counterattack—a total massacre tilted to one side.

The strength of the birds and beasts was not weak—on the contrary, their physical forms were more robust than those of the monsters, but they could not contend with the creatures' endless variety of powers.

For instance, the duel that everyone was currently observing.

Three half-transparent green evil ghosts were attacking an enormous Iron-Armored Rhinoceros the size of a mountain.

One evil ghost drilled into the rhinoceros' body through its ear, and the beast fell to the ground in agony, rolling and writhing, only to eventually fall silent, lifeless—a mere corpse.

Other evil ghosts were capable of possessing demons, forcing the possessed demons to attack their own allies or cursing them to death through sinister powers.

In summary, the true strength of the monsters lay in their mutability. Their ever-shifting powers naturally counteracted those of the demons.

Even more terrifying was their sheer number, which appeared boundless and unending.

Their casualty rate ran as high as hundreds traded for one, even thousands for one, yet such losses seemed insignificant to them.

Their fearsome nature was thus evident.

"What insights do you have, everyone?" Song Lin glanced at the gathered Immortals.

"These monsters are likely not native spirits."

Zhengxin pondered for a moment before speaking.

"Then what kind of spirits are they?"

"They must be Netherworld Ghosts, ghosts originating from the Netherworld, which explains their infinite numbers and bizarre powers," Taihua Heavenly Master added.

"Hmph! Does this Taishi Demon Emperor not fear bringing disaster upon himself? He's mad, utterly mad!"

"Indeed. If Netherworld Demons invade this realm, none of us will survive."

The Netherworld was an ultimate enemy to all living beings—a force feared above all else.

Theoretically, the Netherworld Ghosts were limitless in number. If they targeted a world, it would inevitably transform into a ghostly underworld filled with sinister energy.

"What do you all make of the Moyu Country?"

"They can hold for at most two months."

"Agreed, not a moment longer than two months. After that, it's likely Kunlun's turn."

"Can Kunlun withstand it?"

"If they withdraw and secure themselves within Kunlun, they'll manage. Besides, they have the Eight Sceneries World. But, faced with endless monsters, we might all face death."

"Oh, right, Divine Lord, there is something I need to report to you," Chiyou suddenly spoke, "a battalion from the Military Academy clashed with the Ghost Army at the borders—a thousand troops against ten thousand ghosts."

"And then?"

"A decisive victory, but they were drawn into an Illusion Realm by an Illusion Ghost King, sustaining over ninety percent casualties and forcing a retreat."

Hearing Chiyou's report, Song Lin fell silent in thought.

Their numbers were one thing; judging from the battalion's performance, the enemy's force wasn't excessively overwhelming—they could be fought against effectively.

The real struggle lay in the monsters' strange and unpredictable abilities, which often ambushed and caught people off guard in the shadows.

Perhaps as both sides grew more familiar with each other's powers, understanding the strengths and weaknesses, this situation could be reversed.

However, achieving such comprehension would come at the cost of tremendous casualties.

"Yin Hua, dispatch envoys to contact the Demon Emperor of Moyu Country. Only through an alliance can we halt the advance of the Taishi Demon Emperor's forces. Right now, it's Xia Country and Moyu Country who are neck-deep in this crisis. As for the steed matter..." Song Lin couldn't help but chuckle, "if they're unwilling, we'll deal with it later."

Now was no time for petty squabbles. A temporary truce between the two forces could also buy some time for their own side.

Essentially, treating them as cannon fodder.

"As you command!"

"Additionally, I've established a new department. The Rain Department will be led by Xiangling, who is henceforth conferred the title of Rain Virtue True Monarch, responsible for summoning rainfall and commanding the winds."

Xiangling stepped forward from the ranks, awaiting Song Lin's decree.

Song Lin stood from the Dragon Chair and extended his palm. A golden light coalesced into a Dharma Seal, spinning nimbly upon his hand.

This seal embodied the essence of the Natural Dao, granting control over rain and water.

The Heavenly Master Seal was now a thing of the past.

The so-called Heavenly Master Seal was an artifact embodying the laws of ancient figures of renown.

Since establishing the Heavenly Court, Song Lin could naturally condense new rule-bound Dharma Seals at will. Why rely on the creations of others when he had his own?

"Furthermore, the Coiled Dragon, Fire Dragon, Kui Dragon, and Chi Dragon shall each represent the Four Gods of Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter respectively. Their domains shall be the Four Corners Mountain surrounding Kunlun, tasked with seasonal regulation."

Song Lin reflected for a moment and decided to delegate the roles of the seasons.

The significance of the seasons needed no elaboration. While they held no sway over Immortals immune to changes in cold and warmth, they greatly influenced mortal realms and ecosystems.

The ghostly aura aligned with this type of Evil Qi. By laying down this arrangement in advance and granting control of the seasons across Kunlun's territories to the Four Dragons, they were also given purposeful tasks.

Otherwise, idling away in the depths of the Dragon Mansion Jade Gourd would yield little growth in their powers.

Currently only at the Transcendance Tribulation Stage, they were once his most reliable aides, but they were no longer capable of offering significant assistance.

Having played this move, Song Lin turned back to the Illusion Realm narrative.

Minor details could be delegated to his subordinates. The most pressing matter was resolving the Illusion Realm.

According to the materials provided by Bai Ze, the Candle Dragon's Taoist Realm resided within its mouth, where its candle—an Innate Spiritual Treasure formed from Innate Ancestor Qi—embodied the Great Dao of Yang.

If he could bring this item into reality, his cultivation would see tremendous augmentation.

With the additional might of Kunlun, this candle might even serve as a replacement for the true sun.

If even the sun were under his dominion, what would demons and ghosts amount to?

Under sunlight, all things are revealed.

......

In the eightieth year of Taiyi.

The Chu Country dominated the entire southern region.

With Bai Ze's assistance, the Eastern King's Heavenly Court incorporated numerous Mountain Gods and Earth Spirits into its fold.

Song Lin reallocated their territories and forged eternal authority, winning the hearts of all under heaven.

He defeated Dang Kang, Ying Zhao, Hua She, Pixiu, Fuxi, Chiwen, Baxia, Bixie, Pulao, Suanni…

Some were obliterated into ashes, while others joined the Eastern King's Heavenly Court.

The strongest among them, Ying Zhao, was personally subdued by Song Lin, giving rise to the legend of the Heavenly Emperor trampling Ying Zhao.

Later, Ying Zhao, like Lu Wu, alternated between guarding the Heavenly Emperor's Back Garden and serving as a prominent General.

Some demon beasts, under Song Lin's manipulation, reincarnated into generals of Chu Country, aiding the King of Chu in conquering cities and territories.

More than half of the southern lands fell under the Heavenly Court's dominion, repelling dozens of waves of demon beast invasions. This caused the Candle Dragon's schemes to repeatedly fail.

Yunmeng Marsh.

The armies of the Eastern King had gathered here.

This was the final piece of the puzzle in the south. Several months prior, they had informed Lord Yunzhong, but no response had come within the agreed timeframe.

At the time, the situation demanded more pressing attention, so the matter was left unattended.

Now that the southern lands were stable and the enemy nations retreated to the north, they could finally confront Lord Yunzhong.

Under the skies of Yunmeng Marsh, an army of a hundred thousand gathered, strange and formidable Alien Warriors and Demon Generals floating impressively in the ether.

Song Lin stood at the forefront of the formation, gazing at the ensuing assembly of gods below.

"Where is Lord Yunzhong? Summon him to appear."

Thoom!

A clap of thunder echoed across the flatlands.

The clouds gathered and transformed into an elegant and handsome man.

"You must be the Eastern King?" Lord Yunzhong asked.

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