A three-inch Spirit Platform, a Pure Gold Primordial Spirit.

This is the most sacred mystery of all realms. Solving this three-inch mortal world will lead one into an unimaginable realm.

A drop of Heavenly Water fell onto the Primordial Spirit's head.

Transparent ripples spread across the entire body, then merged within, absorbed by the Primordial Spirit.

Song Lin, relying on his experience from the world of stories, easily comprehended this Innate Dao.

A layer of water-like sheen added a luster to the surface of his Pure Yang Primordial Spirit.

With this newfound Innate Dao, Song Lin now possessed two Innate Daos and one Acquired Natural Dao.

Other than the Pure Yang Dao, the other two could be temporarily set aside.

Once the Pure Yang Dao reached Great Perfection, comprehending the others would become much easier.

If Song Lin aimed to become the Heavenly Court Master, he would need to understand more Innate Daos, step by step perfecting the functions of the Heavenly Court.

This would not only benefit the Heavenly Court but also grant him greater strength once he comprehended the Heavenly Immortal Dao.

Such was Song Lin's plan for the future.

Song Lin checked his status panel with a thought.

Everything else remained unchanged, except his Taoist Realm had increased by several hundred years.

His Primordial Spirit now contained a drop of Innate Water.

This drop of water was the origin of all things—Nether River is water, Yellow Spring is also water. After comprehending the Innate Water Path, it could transform into whatever form one desired.

After a long time, Song Lin slowly opened his eyes, a gentle light flickering within.

Compared with his earlier state, he had lost some of his sharp, overpowering aura. Now, he seemed like a treasure sword sheathed in its scabbard.

The mysterious air around him had also lessened significantly.

Walking out of the grand hall, the crowd remained waiting outside. Most of the Divine Medicines in the surroundings had been collected, but the newcomers were behaving quite orderly, and no conflicts had arisen.

"Return and proclaim it to the world."

News of the Celestial Road among the stars spread, shaking the entire world. As most factions had already pledged loyalty to Song Lin, few disturbances occurred.

Of course, there were still some ambitious schemers and demons secretly stirring trouble, attempting to create chaos.

The Heavenly Court declared its rule over this realm. Within a hundred days, the armies were busy quelling uprisings, a period historically known as the "Hundred-Day Turmoil."

On the 101st day, the Palace of the Polestar manifested in this realm. A long-sealed pathway was opened, allowing external Essence Qi to flow in. As a result, future sects would no longer require Spirit Stones for cultivation, and enlightenment journeys could proceed to the Ancestral Court.

This development finally convinced many sects to wholeheartedly accept the new order.

Among these, countless small sects even collectively relocated to the Ancestor Star, making up roughly 80% of the inhabitants of this realm.

Given the vastness of the Ancestor Star, why fight to the death here when they could live in peace there?

"The emergence of Heavenly Court Red Water can resolve the lifespan issue for cultivators like us. A truly joyous occasion!"

"Indeed, this old man is convinced. From now on, the Eastern King shall hold the supreme position of Divine Lord in my heart!"

The majority of cultivators had given up on reaching the peak. After all, it was far too difficult.

Who would choose endless fighting and bloodshed if they could live freely and effortlessly instead?

Limited by the resources of this realm, cultivators here had much shorter lifespans, perhaps due to cultivation techniques or other factors. Even Harmonization Perfection Great Emperors rarely lived beyond eight thousand years.

Let alone cultivators below the level of Harmonization Perfection.

On the Ancestor Star, even without considering Red Water, an average Purple Mansion cultivator could live a thousand years. Here, they averaged only five hundred years, their lifespans significantly reduced.

Since the arrival of the Heavenly Court, support among the vast majority of mid- to low-level cultivators had been fervent; they feared the Heavenly Court might abandon its leadership.

Taixu Star, one of the eight stars in this realm.

Soup kitchens were set up at the gates of major cities.

Donghua cultivators in blue robes and crowned caps were busy cooking meat porridge within the tents. Ten Taoist Soldiers, towering at twelve feet, stood solemnly by their sides, intimidating the refugees into orderly behavior.

"Line up, one by one. No cutting in line... You! Step back to the end," the Taoist commanded harshly as he noticed someone trying to cut the line, immediately ordering a Taoist Soldier to enforce this.

"Everyone gets a share. Don't snatch. Those who do go to the back of the line!"

Soon, order was restored.

One by one, the destitute received their wooden bowls filled with meat porridge.

Seeing these people devouring their food ravenously, the Donghua Taoist shook his head and said to his fellow cultivators and the local cultivators of this realm, "Alas, I truly don't understand how the sects in this realm have been governing. Even such a small mortal world is managed so poorly."

These words caused the newly joined cultivators to flush with embarrassment.

It's said that comparisons foster shame—contrasting the prosperity of Donghua Heavenly Court, where everyone had ample food and clothing, the ordinary people here appeared like beggars.

An old man, visibly satisfied after finishing his porridge, asked a few nearby, "Might I ask, Immortals, will this soup kitchen remain operational in the future?"

"Every day, unlimited portions, unlimited times," came the reply.

The Heavenly Court had never lacked grain. Almost every Donghua Heavenly Court cultivator possessed a spell for accelerating crop growth.

There was a time when ordinary cultivators, seeking karma credits, excessively used these spells to produce grains, leading to phenomena where wheat and rice matured six or even ten times within a day.

This caused such an abundance of grain that storage became an issue, with 99% rotting before it could even be consumed.

Eventually, the Heavenly Court reduced the karma credits for grain production, curbing the wasteful overproduction.

Excess grain was sealed away using spells, and just recently, it was revealed that the Xia Country had only finished consuming the grain stored from twenty years ago.

They had started with the oldest stock and, at the current rate, it would take at least another decade to finish it all.

So, the Heavenly Court's Civil Minister decided to allocate the surplus grain for disaster relief in this realm.

"The first three days are free; after that, you'll need to help cultivate lands. The cultivated lands will be distributed to you."

The refugees were initially skeptical but, after witnessing the Taoist's display of magical spells, knelt down one after another, kowtowing in gratitude.

How could Immortals possibly lie?

Similar events unfolded in every corner of this realm.

The Donghua Daoist lineage quickly captured the faith of the masses, achieving unprecedented renown. Everyone knew of Donghua, and none were unaware of the Eastern King.

With ninety percent of the population in this realm pledging allegiance to the Heavenly Court, even the upper echelons, however unwilling, had to accept this reality in their hearts.

This was the righteousness of orthodoxy.

Sometimes, apart from brute strength, the rules of the world also respected the power of voice.

Whoever spoke louder would seize the initiative.

If the top sects were determined to flee, Song Lin would find it difficult to capture senior Harmonization Experts hell-bent on escape.

Once they escaped, these renegades would be branded as members of the Demon Sect or Evil Sects, falling from prestigious sects to become demons despised by all.

This is the power of controlling the narrative. Demon Sects invariably face a singular outcome—gradual decline. Without recognition from mortals, they are shunned and bereft of new recruits.

Thus, Demon Sects often appear composed of elites because fresh talent perishes quickly, leaving only surviving veterans—perceived as overwhelmingly powerful by outsiders.

In essence, they are merely a pack of cornered dogs.

Even if left alone, they would succumb to decline over time.

Taixuan Star, Fusang Holy Land.

Golden Fusang Trees emitted radiant solar light, and beneath them stood a golden dharma body delivering a lecture to the crowd. This was Song Lin, with the others being leaders of the Demon and Human Clans.

"A quatrain, its profundities revealed completely. The essence of the Great Dao lies in the paradox of action through inaction..."

Song Lin recited each word of the Taiyi Golden Flower Scripture.

Once these individuals mastered the Taiyi Golden Flower Scripture, the grand ceremony could commence.

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