A new wave of ghosts emerged from the void.

And their numbers are similar to those before; once one batch is slain, another arises.

They might have found a method of suppression, but the attitude of the Taishi Demon Emperor made it clear: kill as many as you please, there will always be more— endless, inexhaustible.

One day, they'll be worn out and perish.

While the Ghost Law is immensely effective, and its widespread adoption allows even rural magicians to exorcize ghosts and defend their territories,

Right now, the tens of millions of troops in the Donghua Ancestor Court still seem insufficient; the tide of ghosts is on the brink of engulfing them.

The ghosts sacrifice themselves in hundreds or thousands just to deplete the living forces of Donghua.

The Yujue Demon Country's army has regrouped as well, using the Ghost Army's aid to break through the walls of the Imperial City.

Underneath the boundless starry sky, three figures clashed again.

Victory was still undecided— it wasn't truly a battle to the death anyway, but instead hinged upon who could triumph below.

To the Taishi Demon Emperor, individual wins and losses were irrelevant; as long as his strategic objectives were achieved, that would suffice— killing them was never feasible in any case.

"Haha, it's over, go back and await your demise."

The Taishi Demon Emperor gloated wildly.

The millions-strong Human Clan army had been annihilated here, and with only several months of restructuring to go, the days of the Kunlun Heavenly Court were numbered.

He possessed endless waves of ghosts, while Kunlun had nothing but emptiness.

"Oh, is that so? Look again!"

Boom!

Suddenly, the Imperial City exploded.

An ancient beast broke through the earth.

This creature resembled a qilin, with a single horn protruding from the center of its forehead. It radiated supreme authority and an overwhelming aura of uprightness and righteousness, as if justice itself was surging forth.

This was none other than the Xiezhi!

Once the leader of the Demon Clan, reigning from the tenth to twentieth Upper Pure Demon Tribulation.

A reign that spanned a full one hundred thousand years.

Its rule exceeded even that of the Taishi Demon Emperor, embedding an even deeper instinct for submission into the bloodlines of demons. The moment demons saw Xiezhi, an overwhelming sense of helplessness overcame them, their own aura diminished by three levels.

Some creatures, especially those descended from ancient lineages— birds, beasts, and the Water Clan— fell on their knees and paid homage to this ancient demon ancestor on sight.

"Roar!!"

The Xiezhi let out a thunderous roar.

As one of the rare conceptual embodiments of the Great Dao of Justice, it was a peculiar existence among the myriad Great Daos of the Ten Thousand Realms.

When the Great Dao of Justice manifested, there were no eye-catching shockwaves, no beams of light, nor any celestial phenomena.

Justice resided within the hearts of beings.

At that moment, every sentient being who heard the Xiezhi's roar seemed to enter an Illusion Realm, within which stood a balance scale: the left side representing good, the right side evil.

If the left side tilted, it signified that goodness outweighed evil and absolution would ensue.

Conversely, for evildoers, the degree of inclination dictated varying levels of punishment.

"Ah!!"

"Help me!"

"Mercy!"

In an instant, cries of anguish and pleas for mercy reverberated endlessly.

This standard of judgment was not based on human principles but applied to all sentient beings indiscriminately.

Most of the ghosts and demons, being inherently malevolent, suffered—some reduced to fragmented soul bodies, others utterly obliterated.

Most demons and ghosts who succumbed had a round hole appear on their chests, as if they had been impaled by the Xiezhi's horn.

Beyond demons and ghosts, some humans also faced judgment. These individuals never imagined that their long-hidden secrets would be exposed before their deaths.

They had committed countless atrocities, infiltrating the rapidly expanding Donghua Ancestor Court, hiding among its ranks for years, only to perish due to their sins.

In truth, they didn't know that even the Xiezhi wasn't privy to their inner secrets.

The spell's power lay in the inner reckoning of evildoers themselves—it was their own hearts condemning them to death.

The spell had one stringent requirement for operation: the existence of even a faint awareness of good, evil, justice, or morality within the mind.

This awareness wasn't derived from human judgment but from nature, from the Great Dao—an intrinsic attribute shared by all sentient beings.

If someone was innately inclined towards evil, such as a Great Demon King who took pleasure in wrongdoing, the spell's potency would be considerably diminished.

With such a formidable ally joining the fray, the Human Clan below reclaimed the upper hand.

Another powerful figure with wide-ranging attack abilities akin to those wielding the Natural Dao had emerged.

"The Xiezhi has grown to such an extent?"

Song Lin clicked his tongue in amazement.

Back then, the Xiezhi had been merely a Primordial Spirit Great Saint, and the Demon Clan was weak, consisting of only a handful of scattered members.

Unexpectedly, tens of thousands of years had passed, and the Xiezhi matured to this point, almost reaching eighty to ninety percent of the Unity Realm Stage.

"You…"

The Taishi Demon Emperor was incredulous.

What was this creature?

Why had he never heard of it, and now it appeared to be reinforcements for the Donghua Ancestor Court?

Boom!

Both sides clashed, creating a thousand-mile gap.

At this moment, the Taishi Demon Emperor abandoned his desire to continue fighting, instead seeking to descend and neutralize the immediate crisis.

However, he was blocked by the Dark Qilin and Song Lin.

Below, the Ghost Army was being slaughtered relentlessly by the reorganized Demon Clan allied forces,

Watching the Xiezhi approach, the Taishi Demon Emperor shot a hateful glare at everyone, issuing orders for the remaining forces to retreat.

The Battle of Moyu Country ended with partial victory and partial defeat.

"I'll be back!"

Thoughts churned in the mind of the Taishi Demon Emperor.

In his view, the Ghost Army's numbers were still insufficient—if there had been tens of billions, or even hundreds of billions, the results would have been entirely different.

Alas, he was still too impatient.

He thought he had all circumstances in his favor: the time, the terrain, Song Lin's cultivation being inferior, and the Xia Country's overall inferiority to the Demon Country. He was confident Song Lin wouldn't dare appear.

But Song Lin truly came, and with reinforcements in tow.

Next time— next time he would certainly crush them.

With that, the Taishi Demon Emperor retreated.

Song Lin and the Dark Qilin made no effort to pursue.

At this moment, the Xiezhi gradually flew closer.

"An Ancient Demon?"

The Dark Qilin pondered.

The Xiezhi's cultivation was slightly superior, and its command over the Demon Clan impressed him deeply—this wasn't a mere domination through strength but an authentic submission rooted in bloodline.

This Ancient Demon should ostensibly stand with the Demon Clan, right?

This thought planted seeds of new plans in the Dark Qilin's heart, so he said to Song Lin:

"I believe the terms need renegotiation."

"Oh? How would you like to negotiate?"

"Moyu Country will retain its original territory; the two sides will form an equal alliance, mutually reliant, and pledge to assist each other in times of peril."

"Agreed. Anything else?"

Song Lin's smile grew cryptic.

"Uh, there's also… Moyu Country lacks the capacity to rebuild—Human Clan should assist us with reconstruction of the Capital and provide initial cultivation resources; this is foundational for our cooperation."

"Haha, aren't you being a bit too demanding? Wasn't the original agreement for Moyu Country to migrate to Kunlun and leave this forsaken place alone? Do you know how much effort reconstruction requires?"

"Certainly, but don't forget, we now have two…"

As he spoke, the Xiezhi, now the size of a unicorn, soared over and landed beside the two. Ignoring the Dark Qilin's greeting, it approached Song Lin directly.

"Long time no see."

After ten thousand years, the boundaries of the Real World and Story World were shattered. The story resonated with the real, rendering Song Lin profoundly nostalgic.

Perhaps one day.

The Eastern King's Heavenly Court might even converge with the Eastern King's Heavenly Court he had constructed in the story, merging further still with the West Queen Mother Heavenly Court.

Reality and illusion, past and present intertwined—an epic, dreamlike spectacle.

The Xiezhi walked up to Song Lin and bowed its proud head.

"I, your subject, pay respects to the Donghua Ancestor!"

"Rise. From now on, call me Divine Lord or Eastern King."

"Understood, Divine Lord."

Song Lin stepped forward, and under the astonished gaze of the Dark Qilin, lightly patted the head of this Ancient Demon and said with a smile, "Perfect timing. The Heavenly Court has a Demon Clan emperor seat waiting just for you—left specially by your old partner, the Divine Turtle."

This Xiezhi was someone he personally indoctrinated and imbued with the concept of justice. While other demons might betray him, the Xiezhi never would.

Unless he himself betrayed justice and fell into the Demon Path.

If that were to happen, the entire Donghua Ancestor Court would likely turn against him.

Turning to the Dark Qilin next, he said, "I also have a new proposal: how about becoming my mount?"

"Hmph! Dream on!"

The tension mounted, signaling the start of another fierce battle.

Chiyou, Song Lin, Xiezhi, Divine Turtle, Lingying, and Heavenly Mechanism—a full six Unity Realm experts—all struck at once.

At last, the dark qilin yielded, a restriction placed upon its head, sealing its submission as the steed of the Eastern King.

From then on, the official depiction of the Eastern King became that of him astride the Dark Qilin, holding a Golden Lamp in his left hand, gripping a sword in his right, with a seventy-two colored halo encircling his head.

Thus.

Over ten million demons joined the Ancestor Court.

Heaven, earth, human, and demon—the four great factions were finally united.

Summer Country now commanded the Great Desert in the north, overseas oceans, and the vast territories of Summer Country itself—shaping a world of bipolar contention.

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