"Greetings, Divine Lord!"

After everyone saluted, Chiyou said, "The enemy troops are advancing in full force. Shall we fight or retreat?"

"Retreat, but on one condition. Lure the enemy army into the borders of Xia Country. So, we can't simply retreat—we must fight as we withdraw, to confuse the enemy."

"After that, leave everything to me. You all don't need to interfere further,"

Song Lin replied.

"Divine Lord alone?"

Everyone was astonished—it was an army of billions of Ghost Soldiers.

"Haha, just kidding. Kunlun still requires your collective effort to maintain. When the time comes for me to act, borrow the power of Kunlun to ensure that these Ghost Soldiers are trapped on this land. More importantly, prevent them from causing massive destruction to the environment."

Besides that, there wouldn't be much need for anyone else to intervene.

Song Lin completed the final step of his plans—replacing the sun posed no issues.

However, he didn't want to act immediately. After all, the enemy also had their own Heavenly Court. Even if the sun shone upon the Demon Country, they could still rely on the strength of the demon tribe's Heavenly Court to endure for a long time.

This was clearly not in Song Lin's best interest.

He needed the Ghost Soldiers and the Taishi Demon Emperor to leave the Demon Country and venture into the heartland of Kunlun. Only then could they be significantly contained.

Therefore, Song Lin required the help of the Heavenly Court Immortals.

Soon enough, dark clouds pressed in from the west like a tidal wave.

Upon closer inspection, it wasn't a tidal wave but wave upon wave of densely packed Ghost Soldiers, as countless as the sands of a river.

Their numbers defied description.

In comparison, the human forces seemed embarrassingly few.

"Let's begin." The moment Chiyou's words fell, he revealed his dharma body and surged forward, his massive, gaping mouth swallowing ten thousand Ghost Soldiers in one gulp.

The raging vitality in his body scorched the Ghost Soldiers into ashes, leaving no trace of their existence.

In less than a quarter of an hour, tens of thousands of Ghost Soldiers were slain.

Naturally, this drew the attention of several Ghost Kings.

"Everyone, I'm going in first."

Yan Jiuge laughed heartily, leapt into the air, and transformed into a colossal sword.

The giant sword slashed downward, reducing Ghost Soldiers to ashes and carving a hundred-mile-long trench into the earth.

This was the Dao of the Swordman—a supreme divine sword technique known as the path of the Divine Hero.

Equivalent to the Transcendence Tribulation Stage, the divine sword's perfection signified the Primordial Spirit Stage. This battle might just offer the opportunity to ascend into the Primordial Spirit level.

Other True Monarchs and Emperors began to join the fray one after the other.

On the Human Clan's Heavenly Court side, there was no large-scale attack; they only dispatched small numbers of elite forces.

The rest of their army retreated, creating an illusion of full-scale withdrawal.

As expected, after the initial skirmish, Chiyou and others didn't exert much effort. When faced with the charge of the Demon Country's forces, they fought and retreated, never lingering for long.

Such tactics allowed the Heavenly Court to preserve significant amounts of its essential fighting power.

"Haha, Heavenly Court? Does the Heavenly Court even matter anymore?"

The Taishi Demon Emperor, with knees towering above the clouds, sneered, "Everyone, press forward at full force!"

With numbers like these, there was no longer any need to consider formations or battle tactics. Their vast legions could overwhelm and crush everything through sheer power.

Not only was he determined to annihilate the Human Clan, but he also intended to pursue them into Xia Country and destroy their Heavenly Court completely.

From then on, there would only be one Heavenly Court in the entire world, belonging to the Demon Clan.

Completing what the demons of old could never achieve—a monumental undertaking.

At that moment, golden light pierced the dark clouds.

Song Lin's ten-thousand-feet tall dharma body appeared before the Taishi Demon Emperor, standing nearly as tall as the Demon Emperor himself.

It's said that longtime adversaries know each other better than friends. Without a single taunt or provocation, the two ascended into the endless starry sky and began their battle.

Boom!

As soon as the two colossal figures clashed, the Taishi Demon Emperor's expression changed—what terrifying physical strength!

His arm had been shattered into pieces.

One must understand that he was an incarnation of the earth itself. Every motion he made carried the weight of the earth. A mere flick of his finger could crush a mountain into dust.

And yet, he couldn't match the brute force of Song Lin's physical body—what kind of monstrous strength was this?

Still, in terms of the Taoist Realm, he remained slightly superior.

The Taishi Demon Emperor controlled meteors, repeatedly hurling them against Song Lin's dharma body. The gravitational force of the earth pulled relentlessly at Song Lin, attempting to dismantle his form.

At present, Song Lin had mastered two types of Great Dao—30% of the Natural Dao and 50% of the Innate Yang Qi Dao.

The Natural Dao, in the void of space, was of little use. The Heavenly Water Dao had yet to be learned, leaving him only with the Innate Dao to contend against the Taishi Demon Emperor.

The Pure Yang Power caused significant trouble for the Taishi Demon Emperor.

But due to the deep Taoist mastery of the Demon Emperor, Song Lin still struggled to suppress him, even with the reinforcement of the Twelve Yuan Chen Formation.

Holding his own was barely achievable; taking the battle further would likely require achieving Harmonization Perfection.

Meanwhile, below in the Mortal World, with the aid of several Harmonization experts, the humans had reached the core region of Kunlun.

Here, the majority of mortals had been gathered—a forced migration orchestrated due to the ongoing war.

Within an area spanning hundreds of thousands of square kilometers, over two hundred million mortals resided.

By the time the forces retreated to this location, countless ghosts and demons had surrounded them on all sides.

High atop the peaks lay Lingxiao Treasure Book and the Immortal Realm.

Elder Tianji took charge of everything, holding the Civil Academy Seal in hand. The seal gathered the essence and qi of ten directions.

"Decree!"

Under the unison of mana and the power of the Heavenly Court, the Heaven and Earth Xuan Sect rose, standing firmly like heaven and earth themselves. Its invisible forces suppressed the surroundings of Kunlun.

The Four Corners Mountain's four Divine Dragons controlled the seasons, the Moyu Qilin revealed its true form, and Xiezhi's righteous power caused any ghost daring to approach to perish instantly.

The Divine Turtle's Turtle Shell Formation, Guu Yuchan's Ten Thousand Thunder Array, Luu Yunsheng's Heaven and Earth Furnace Tripod, and Shi Yinhua's Five Immortals Formation—all deployments came to life.

All Swords Return to the Sect, the Taoist Soldier Formation, the advent of Ghost Kings, and the chaos of Divine Demons.

For a time, all magic veins displayed their Divine Skills. Any ghost stepping within their range would instantly vanish into ashes without leaving even dust behind. It was the Human Clan's strongest defense.

If this had been the Demon Country in its prior state, not only would attacking have been a challenge, but defending themselves against counterattacks would have been a concern.

But now, with the ghosts, once the Heavenly Court's forces exhausted their strength, it would only be a matter of time before the array was breached.

At that moment, three hundred million mortals would become nothing more than blood food for the ghosts.

"Hehe, Song Lin, I told you—you will pay the price."

Taishi Demon Emperor sneered with cruelty in his gaze.

The ghosts would break through the Heavenly Court. He would capture Song Lin.

Everything was going according to his flawless plan.

In the endless void of space, the two fighters even reached the location of the sun.

Song Lin turned his back, a mysterious smile spreading across his face as he brought out the Ancient Green Candle Lamp.

"Taishi, you must be wondering what I've been planning lately. Now, it's time for the reveal."

The Taishi Demon Emperor had a dreadful premonition.

Boom!

The green candlelight overshadowed even the glow of the sun.

In that instant, the Taishi Demon Emperor felt blinded by an overwhelming crimson radiance. Simultaneously, the sun seemed to emit an explosive roar.

Solar flames surged forth.

The Ancient Green Candle Lamp, inherently comparable to the sun itself, even shared an origin of power with it.

Manipulated by Song Lin, the sun's entire energy was directed onto the Taishi Demon Emperor—his fate could only be dire.

This was heat powerful enough to refine a star into nothingness.

A colossus stood motionless within the void of space.

This figure, with flowing black hair, a Mysterious Crown adorning his head, golden robes with dragons soaring and phoenixes dancing, held the bronze candle lamp. His broad shoulders eclipsed the distant sun, as the lamp's flames took its place.

He replaced the sun itself, seizing the power of creation and transformation from the heavens and earth.

The first step, complete!

The Taishi Demon Emperor realized it was all a trap—but his epiphany came too late.

His body disintegrated into vapor, burned by the stellar heat, leaving only a wisp of yellow primordial energy to flee into deep space, completely losing the upper hand.

Soon after, the lamp's power extended to the Mortal World, focusing on the ghostly forces below.

The heat, enough to vaporize spiritual treasures, rained down. No matter their numbers, the ghosts were turned to ashes instantly. Only the Kunlun Array remained resilient against the sunlight, with enough capacity to use Earth Energy to ensnare fleeing ghosts.

With the sun under Song Lin's control, eighteen billion ghosts were inconsequential.

Song Lin's gaze shifted toward the faint three-inch yellow glow in the distance.

The glow had fled into the distance. For now, he couldn't leave the field, and could only watch as the Taishi Demon Emperor escaped.

"Song Lin, I concede defeat in this battle at the Ghost Gate. Here's some good news for you—I can no longer control the Ghost Gate either. Enjoy cleaning up this mess. We'll meet again during the Demon Tribulation!"

From afar in the void, the Taishi Demon Emperor's arrogant voice echoed. Yet another formidable opponent had become an aimless wanderer in the depths of space.

The Taishi Demon Emperor's words were boastful, but deep down, he was filled with alarm, fear, and trepidation.

This man's goal turned out to be the sun itself—he had achieved the ability to control the sun?

Even he had to admit, his defeat was not undeserved.

One represented the earth, the other the sun.

The latter's dominance over everything upon the ground was natural and absolute. How could one possibly win such a battle?

Temporarily abandoning the Ancestor Star, he retreated, biding time for a chance to rise again.

Song Lin paid no heed to the retreating defeated foe.

Demon Tribulation, farewell?

Next time, perhaps you'll just serve to deliver your own head.

His gaze shifted toward the remaining ghosts and the Ghost Gate in the Demon Country.

With these trivial elements resolved, the Ancestor Star could finally be united.

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