Crack!

The void split apart like a spider's web, beams of golden light piercing through.

A grand palace leapt forth from the brilliance.

It rested atop auspicious clouds, surrounded by dancing cranes and divine energies.

"The Palace of the Polestar!" Hou Yi instantly recognized its owner.

Wasn't this the Palace of the Polestar that the Eastern King had taken away?

Seeing the palace emerge, Hou Yi's heart was overtaken by shock; he hadn't expected that by merely thinking about it, he would actually summon the Eastern King.

The doors to the Palace of the Polestar flung open, releasing countless black specks into view. On closer inspection, they revealed themselves to be battalions.

Yangg Jian, Wen Zhong, Emperor Wuchang Ji Fa, Emperor Wenchang Ji Chang, Lord Luohun and Luo Bao, Blood Sea Emperor, Plague God True Monarch, Ghost Marquis, Northern Marquis Chong, and the Emperor trio Ax Immortal, Soldier Immortal, Sword Immortal...

The elite soldiers and generals of the Conquest of Shang World had all assembled, each leading their own battalions into battle.

Those who died in the Conquest of Shang World had their souls flow into the Death River, only to be "redeemed" and pulled into Song Lin's army after being cleansed by him.

Of course, there were some stubborn individuals like Daji and Fei Zhong, who Song Lin handled by ensuring their annihilation.

Other souls dispersed completely, beyond even Song Lin's ability to rescue.

Song Lin flickered into existence beside Hou Yi.

Facing the Five Elements Roulette in the sky, he transformed his right hand into the Pure Yang Golden Fire Lamp. The golden flames were blinding, as if gazing directly into the sun.

Everything touched by the golden rays and flames was utterly destroyed, reduced to ashes.

The flames stretched over a radius of ten thousand miles, and the moment the Five Elements Roulette came into contact with the fire, it immediately disintegrated.

"A Heavenly Immortal?"

Emperor Yi was utterly astonished, realizing that Zishou's defeat to this opponent was not unjust.

Just as these thoughts passed through his mind, Song Lin advanced aggressively.

"Hmph, you don't even bring a weapon?"

His opponent's Taoist Realm was far inferior to his own. Emperor Yi summoned the Five-Colored Divine Wheel, its edges radiating divine light. This treasure had been forged from the laws of the cosmos, Emperor Gold, and Shoushan copper.

Emperor Yi had once used this artifact to cut through a sun.

Since the opponent wielded Innate Pure Yang, this artifact should logically suppress them.

Clang!

The wheel collided with the golden body, sparks flying everywhere, before being seized by Song Lin's massive hand.

"Too light, far too light."

Crack!

A crisp sound rang out as the Five-Colored Divine Wheel was crushed in Song Lin's hand.

After the ascent of the Heavenly Court from this realm, Song Lin absorbed the Innate Ancestor Qi to his heart's content. Although he had not yet formed a true Tao Golden Pill, the air mass within his body condensed into mist, becoming more solid than it previously was. His Taoist Realm grew significantly.

Moreover, he had advanced the new Nine-Transformation Mysterious Skill to its first level.

Now, even Heavenly Immortals would struggle greatly to penetrate his defenses. Song Lin returned to a familiar scenario where numerous fierce spell-wielding warriors were helpless against his turtle-shell-like dharma body.

Emperor Yi felt extremely stifled; he couldn't compete in mana nor in the Great Dao.

"Hou Yi, head to the Turquoise Pool. The two of you handle the other one."

"Understood!"

Seeing the Eastern King return, Hou Yi and the others were invigorated with newfound morale. Although puzzled why the Eastern King's cultivation remained at the Heavenly Immortal level, there was no doubt that he was the genuine Eastern King.

The very mention of this name was enough for them to willingly give their lives.

The addition of the Eastern King's forces turned the tide of battle.

"Kill!!"

Thousands of tattooed, blue-haired ten-meter Ghost Soldiers surrounded a white-robed, three-eyed young man.

Facing the overwhelming enemy, Yangg Jian's lips curved into a faint smirk. He swung his Three-pointed Two-bladed Sword.

Slash!

A flash of white light reduced thousands of Ghost Soldiers to ashes.

At that moment, a severed arm measuring ten thousand meters descended toward Yangg Jian.

This was the arm of the Witch God.

The Witch God, a Great Witch who had attained the Dao, was proficient in all manner of sinister witchcraft.

Upon witnessing Yangg Jian's ferocity, the Witch God tore off one of his arms in an attempt to crush him.

Clearly, he underestimated Yangg Jian's prowess.

Yangg Jian's Nine-Transformation Mysterious Skill rendered him immune to all toxins, and curses had no effect. His Heavenly Eye pierced through all illusions.

Neither curses nor illusion techniques could harm him, and mere brute force paled in comparison to the formidable Nine-Transformation Golden Body.

Boom!

The Witch God's arm disintegrated into ash. Unsatisfied, Yangg Jian joined forces with Hou Yi to confront the Witch God.

"Are you Li Erlang?" Hou Yi asked curiously.

"No, I am Yangg Jian."

Yangg Jian, too, was intrigued by the other Erlang God.

Both shared three eyes, a loyal canine companion, and wielded the Three-pointed Two-bladed Sword.

However, the other Erlang God seemed more skilled with archery.

As though sensing Yangg Jian's curiosity, Hou Yi remarked, "Someday, I'll introduce you two."

"Good. Perhaps we'll spar and see who's stronger."

This Yangg Jian was brimming with battle spirit, his attacks becoming even fiercer, as if imagining the Witch God was the yet-unseen Li Erlang.

Similar events unfolded in every corner of the universe that harbored civilization.

Song Lin's goal was not only to defeat the enemy but also to reclaim lost territories.

Boom!

With a deafening explosion, Emperor Yi reluctantly fled the realm with the remnants of his army, leaving with a threatening vow.

Emperor Yi believed his defeat was not due to inferior strength but to Song Lin's overly resilient defenses, which he had yet to find a way to counter. Once he uncovered a weakness, he vowed to eliminate Song Lin easily.

As the army passed through the void's black hole and returned to the Witch God World, this realm finally regained stability.

Song Lin stood watching the black hole seal shut, refraining from pursuing them. The opposing forces were still strong, and his Tao Golden Pill was incomplete. He decided to wait until he perfected it before seeking trouble with them.

"The Witch God Heavenly King, so that's how it is..."

In later generations, a Witch God Heavenly King Dao Alliance would emerge, likely originating from this figure.

"Master."

"Eastern King."

Hou Yi and Turquoise Pool approached, followed by the high-ranking members of the Pure Yang Sect, among whom were the Four Great Celestial Masters whom Song Lin recognized.

"Where are the others? What about the Eight Immortals?"

"They're in the Medium Thousand Heavenly Court."

Hou Yi briefed him on the current situation.

After the Western Queen Mother's Heavenly Court ascended, they had conquered ten Small Thousand Worlds, and the Queen Mother had advanced to become a True Immortal.

Now, the Medium Thousand Heavenly Court had achieved a limited capability for self-preservation.

"Conquer two more worlds, and then return, perhaps?"

"Perhaps we can wait for the Queen Mother to reach out proactively, though that might prove exceptionally challenging."

"I understand."

Song Lin was slightly regretful, having hoped to meet the Queen Mother to discuss the Innate Dao.

"Never mind. For now, with four Small Thousand Worlds aligned two-on-two, I don't have much time left. It's best to resolve matters here quickly."

"Master, you..."

Hou Yi hesitated, unable to put his thoughts into words.

Ten thousand years ago, Song Lin's cultivation level had been higher than his, yet now they stood on the same Heavenly Immortal path.

"My True Body resides in later times; you'll understand one day."

Song Lin wasn't sure how to explain.

"For you, ten thousand years have passed, but for me, it's merely a few hundred years."

Hearing this, Hou Yi refrained from asking more questions. He had long grown accustomed to his master's enigmas.

Henceforth, the two worlds merged, centered around the West Zhou Qi Mountain Heavenly Court, with Ji Dan becoming Emperor of both realms, implementing a system of rites and music.

Song Lin secluded himself and devoted himself to comprehending his Tao Golden Pill to resolve the karma of this realm.

Both reality and fantasy flowed with the passage of time.

The Real World advanced by another sixty years.

Less than a hundred years remained before the Upper Pure Demon Tribulation.

In the Real World—

Beyond the universe, at a certain Incense Fire Divine Tao universe—

"Lingwei Buddha, one realm will soon produce a fated individual. Go and deliver them to enlightenment."

A commanding Buddhist chant echoed across multiple realms, arriving at the side of a golden dharma image of a Buddha meditating in the void.

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