Down the mountain, chaos reigned.

Xianbei cavalry dressed in tight-sleeved robes, with braids trailing behind their heads, blocked the path down the mountain.

Clop!

The warhorses halted, and among the ranks emerged a man on a reddish-brown horse, wearing a black iron mask.

His name was Yuwen Mu, one of the current Great Grandmasters.

The cultivation hierarchy in this world was relatively simple and memorable: the lowest was Ninth Grade, then up to First Grade, with True Qi rising from low to high. True Qi above Third Grade formed a protective force automatically. First Grade practitioners would unlock their governor and conception vessels, enabling a perpetual flow of energy.

Above First Grade was the Divine Power Realm, where the body became as resilient as Vajra, capable of flying and producing Divine Skills. This realm was also known as Great Grandmaster.

Beyond the Divine Power Realm was the more powerful Heavenly Phenomenon Realm.

As the name suggests, this level of power could summon and influence celestial phenomena.

"Greetings, Great Grandmaster."

Seeing Yuwen Mu arrive at the front line, several barbarian generals and martial artists dressed as Han immediately paid their respects.

"What's the situation? The Purple Mist Sect refuses to surrender?" Yuwen Mu asked indifferently.

The Han martial artist, who was a sect leader himself, broke into a cold sweat upon hearing this, and replied, "Lord, my Green Pine Sword Sect has ties with the Purple Mist Sect from long ago. I have tried my best to persuade them, but Ning Yuan refuses to recognize the times. Our Great Wei has roared into Luoyang, yet this man fails to see true heroes."

Three months ago, the Xianbei Wei forces stationed at Taiyuan suddenly marched south, annihilating the Fake Han in Luoyang and Fake Yan in Chang'an. The Shenzhou continent was shaped into a Northern Wei versus Southern Qi struggle.

Today, Yuwen Mu had come to conquer the Han sects; those who chose allegiance would be rewarded, and those who refused would face complete annihilation.

"I didn't expect you Han people to still have some backbone." Yuwen Mu sneered.

The remark left several sect leaders embarrassed and ashamed.

Swoosh!

Yuwen Mu ascended into the air, his right palm releasing a surge of fiery True Qi that faintly formed into a fierce, clawing dragon.

This was the Yuwen family's ultimate technique—the Red Flame True Dragon Technique.

The True Dragon coalesced, and with a single strike, it roared ferociously, carrying a molten force that surged toward the mountain-top structures.

"Disastrous! Yuwen Mu himself has come!"

The disciples of the Purple Mist Sect reacted quickly, darting from the grand hall in an instant.

Boom!

The True Dragon's energy crashed down, reducing the primary hall—a structure sprawling over half an acre—into rubble.

Dozens of disciples stood by Ning Yuan.

Ning Yuan gazed at the figure floating in the sky, despair overtaking his face, as he murmured, "It's over… it's Yuwen Mu, after all."

He was merely Third Grade—how could he possibly contend with a supreme Divine Power Great Grandmaster?

"Who are they?" Song Lin asked, somewhat unclear about the situation.

"They're Xianbei," Ning Yuan replied. "They want me to surrender. Barbarians are cruel, slaughtering my Han people indiscriminately. If I were to submit, how could I face my ancestors!"

Ning Yuan straightened his back, his heart filled with fear, yet his integrity remained unshaken.

At this moment, Yuwen Mu drew nearer.

"Brother, may I trouble you with something?" Ning Yuan suddenly turned around.

"Speak," Song Lin said.

"Could you escort my disciples down the mountain? I'll handle the rear guard."

"Father…" one disciple cried out.

"Master!!" another shouted.

"Silence!" Ning Yuan roared, cutting off their protests.

"I am asking this favor of you, brother," Ning Yuan said, bowing deeply.

He gauged that this man possessed cultivation equivalent to Second or First Grade and should be able to lead his sect members safely south.

Even if it cost him his life, Ning Yuan intended to protect their escape.

Rumble...

At this moment, the iron cavalry ascended, and experts surrounded them from all directions.

Song Lin remained silent. Ning Yuan grew increasingly anxious.

"Brother!"

"No need for anyone to flee. I'll handle this for you. Perfect opportunity to test... what's it called again? Oh, the Purple Mist Heart Method, right?" Song Lin replied.

"This…" Ning Yuan wondered if he was misjudging this man—could he be a fool?

Song Lin soared effortlessly, landing atop a bamboo tip as experts encircled him.

Yuwen Mu, standing ten meters high in the air, stared at him.

"This is your last chance," Yuwen Mu warned.

"Don't bother asking. I'm not surrendering," Song Lin interrupted.

"Good! Such guts!! I'll grant your wish!"

Yuwen Mu extended his right palm once more, fiery red True Qi erupting outward.

Boundless heat and pressure swept down, yellowing and withering the bamboo leaves.

Several True Qi dragons charged downward.

Below, the disciples of the Purple Mist Sect fell into despair, their only hope now resting in this mysterious expert, Song Lin.

Song Lin, still seemingly behaving foolishly, muttered to himself.

"Feel the mysterious wave of Heavenly Heart; absorb its energy, channel it through the meridians, and convert it into True Qi. The meridian pathways and visualization methods must be the key to determining the nature of True Qi. Hmm, the meridian routes still need refinement."

In three breaths, Song Lin's mind had conducted trillions of operations, and within moments, perfected the Purple Mist Heart Method.

At that same moment, Yuwen Mu's technique had nearly reached him.

Song Lin abruptly lifted his head, his eyes flashing with a hint of purple. His hair scattered wildly, and his jade-like features radiated a vivid purple glow.

Boom!

Song Lin thrust both palms forward, unleashing purple True Qi that resembled a vast sun and surging tides.

It radiated from him as the center.

The True Dragon energy instantly shattered, and experts within a radius of several hundred meters spat blood and were flung backward—including Yuwen Mu.

"You…" Yuwen Mu uttered in disbelief. Where had such an expert come from?

Was the Purple Mist Heart Method not considered a second-rate Divine Skill?

This wasn't the end—Song Lin flew toward Yuwen Mu, seized his head, and unleashed a burst of True Qi. Instantly, the grand head turned to charred remnants.

"Great Grandmaster!!"

Thousands of iron cavalry charged forward in despair.

Song Lin dove into the crowd, releasing waves of purple energy continuously.

The barbarian blades and powerful crossbows failed to penetrate the purple True Qi surrounding his body, ricocheting off mere inches from him.

The scene turned savage, leaving the disciples of the Purple Mist Sect staring blankly at the battlefield, where not a single intact body remained.

"This…" Ning Yuan froze in place, unable to muster words.

Ning Fu's beautiful eyes widened—in mere moments, this man had not only mastered the Purple Mist Heart Method but elevated it to a realm that even their Grandmaster hadn't reached.

Could such beings truly master a Divine Skill in mere moments?

As Song Lin descended, everyone instinctively bowed their heads, their hearts filled with respect for this unparalleled power.

"Senior, are you perhaps a Heavenly Phenomenon-level expert?" Ning Yuan tentatively asked.

The power was so overwhelming that it shattered his understanding of the world—this existence might be one of the rare Heavenly Phenomenon beings.

How fortunate was he!

"More or less," Song Lin replied.

Song Lin pondered this world's cultivation methods. Here, there were no spells; practitioners simply absorbed external energy to strengthen their bodies and used their physical forms for techniques.

In essence, they were mere martial artists.

"Thank you, Senior, for saving our lives," Ning Yuan said, bowing lower.

Following his lead, the sect disciples knelt and expressed their gratitude.

"Senior, where shall we go next? Should we return to the south? With your arrival, the Han people finally have a Heavenly Phenomenon-level expert. At minimum, the north and south can be divided evenly."

"Why not launch a northern expedition?" Song Lin asked.

"The Xianbei have three Heavenly Phenomenon experts."

"Haha, no matter. We won't retreat, nor will we rely on the feeble Southern Dynasty. Let's do this…" Song Lin clapped Ning Yuan on the shoulder. "I'll let you raise troops and unify the realm."

"Me?"

"Yes, for the future of Huaxia. Step into the world… no, emerge onto the battlefield."

Song Lin had come to this world as an overwhelming presence; with his profound understanding of the Great Dao, entering a relatively low-tier world enabled him to master the local cultivation techniques with ease.

Even if he stepped into technologically advanced realms, he could instantly master their entire knowledge base, becoming history's greatest scientist and creating unfathomable wonders.

This was the principle of "master one, master all."

This world likely lacked the Heavenly Water he sought.

But it would be wasteful not to incorporate this world into the rule of the Palace of the Polestar.

It would become the first celestial body under the authority of the Palace of the Polestar.

The sun had not yet been fully refined by Divine Thought, meaning the Palace couldn't yet form a channel to this world.

Meanwhile, he could accompany them and partake in their affairs.

If some martial artists exhibited exemplary qualities, they might be elevated into the Immortal ranks.

Thus, he could not showcase overly overwhelming power; how else would he evaluate them?

What was this called? The Donghua Immortal descending to the Mortal World and enlightening the destined.

Song Lin passed on the improved cultivation method to the disciples, renaming it the Purple Mist Mysterious Technique.

The group half-believed, but out of trust in Song Lin, they remained in the region, utilizing the gold, weapons, and provisions Song Lin had secretly summoned from the mountains (actually conjured through his spells) to raise troops.

Within two months, they had gathered an army of twenty thousand.

In chaotic times, there was never a shortage of people.

The news of Yuwen Mu's death reached the Wei Kingdom Court.

The fall of a prince and Great Grandmaster sent shockwaves through the Wei Kingdom.

At the Great Xianbei Mountain, the birthplace of the Xianbei people and stronghold of the northern powerhouse Youdu Sect:

"A Heavenly Phenomenon-level expert?" The Xianbei Great Venerable, the strongest martial artist of the era, pondered for a long time. "Let the Emperor dispatch an army of ten thousand for testing. On second thought, Tuoba Ye, you'll go as well. A Han figure reaching the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm bodes ill."

The Venerable's order was issued, dispatching a Heavenly Phenomenon expert to the Central Plains.

The Emperor fumed, rallying his troops to war. Top fighters from the Great Xianbei Mountain emerged, shaking the Martial Arts world.

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