"Roar!!"

Bai Ze let out a long, piercing cry.

In an instant, everyone in the Heavenly Realm was alarmed.

The Supreme and Minor Fate Officers, the various True Monarchs, Demon King Mountain Gods—all gathered swiftly.

Bai Ze hadn't cried out in hundreds of years, and when it did, it was always a major event. It had once predicted and helped the Heavenly Court avert numerous disasters.

What was happening this time?

"Old fellow, who did you say is returning?" Lu Wu asked urgently.

At this moment, a three-legged golden-feathered crow landed on the ground.

This being had golden hair flowing down its head and radiated the energy of the sun, its facial features were indistinct.

"The Heavenly Emperor."

Everyone bowed in salute.

As a being born from the fusion of the East Lord's avatar with the sun, the golden crow theoretically bore the East Lord's lineage, making all present still show him considerable respect.

"Hmm."

"The East Lord has returned?" the golden crow asked.

"I have a very strong premonition, and it feels undeniable."

"Good. Summon all immortals who are at Core Formation and above in cultivation levels to gather," Emperor Golden Crow commanded.

With the order issued, beams of light soared over the horizon.

The Heavenly Emperor's Back Garden became packed full.

When Emperor Golden Crow announced that the East Lord was about to return, the crowd erupted into cheers.

"Wonderful!"

"The East Lord has finally returned!"

The older immortals were deeply sentimental, for ten thousand years had passed, and memories of those days still floated faintly before their eyes.

It was an era of chaos, one where the East Lord had led them to end the turmoil, bringing peace to this realm and founding the Heavenly Court.

The stability of Emperor Golden Crow's early reign was only possible because of the East Lord's influence; otherwise, who would have been willing to listen to orders from someone with lower cultivation?

"Are you certain, Bai Ze?" asked a man with hair like white bones and a mask of black and white, emanating the majestic aura of a Netherworld God.

This man was the Great Destiny.

"Earlier, I wasn't sure, but now I am."

Everyone followed Bai Ze's gaze to the sky.

They saw the void tear open with a resplendent golden light, and Song Lin emerged from within.

"It's been a long time."

...

The Wushan Heavenly Court joined the Palace of the Polestar.

This was the Donghua Daoist lineage residing within the void.

Everyone was present, though some figures were only discernible by their auras, with their exact locations uncertain.

Perhaps they were in other Heavenly Court realms.

Many Heavenly Courts suppressed their coordinates and positions; these individuals might be found only later.

That search could be costly, as people change over time, and Song Lin couldn't guarantee the absolute loyalty of every disciple in the Magic Vein. Some might have defected to other Heavenly Courts—it wasn't impossible.

Song Lin trusted the Heavenly Court's disciples unconditionally due to his recognition of their character and his decisive control over the Heavenly Court's Magic Vein.

After a long unfruitful search, Song Lin opened his eyes.

It seemed the Qi Mountain Heavenly Court was gone.

Still, the current allies would suffice.

"Everyone, descend together to confront the Demon Tribulation."

Kunlun Immortal Realm.

Chiyou and others were using arrays to maneuver against the demons.

Emperor Yi, seeing Song Lin delay his return for ages, sneeringly said to Chiyou, "Such a loyal old dog. Song Lin has fled—aren't you going after him?"

"Hmph, demon words meant to sow discord."

Over these years, Chiyou hadn't been idle; he had cultivated the Nine-Transformation Mystical Technique to perfection, further integrating it with the Yang Immortal Dao. His Harmonization Perfection combat power allowed him to contend briefly with Heavenly Immortals.

Boom!

At that moment, the array shattered like a mirror.

Tens of thousands of demons surged forth.

Chao Tianhou led the charge, corpse qi forming dark clouds sweeping over the crowd below.

Zombies were the most nefarious beings in existence, and Chao Tianhou was the fierce among the fierce.

With just one roar, cultivators of lesser cultivation fainted instantly.

Screeeeech!

A distant bird cry echoed.

A three-legged golden crow descended from the Palace of the Polestar.

True Taiyang Fire immediately turned Chao Tianhou into a massive fireball.

Following closely were Wutian and Song Lin.

Song Lin engaged Emperor Yi, while Wutian fought Taishi and the Demon King.

Behind Song Lin was an army of several million Taoist Soldiers and three billion Ghost Soldiers.

"Reinforcements are here! Charge!"

Upon seeing the incoming army, morale soared among the forces.

Meanwhile, Song Lin and Emperor Yi formally locked horns.

Emperor Yi thrust a spear forward; the celestial spear left trails of pitch-black cracks in the void, radiating a destructive aura.

This was a spear he had refined through the blood sacrifices of countless civilizations; he had named it the Heavenly God Horn Radiance Spear. Spears were weapons of pure offense, known for their indomitable force.

Clang!

Snap!

The Pure Yang Sword emerged from its sheath, slicing the Heavenly God Horn Radiance Spear cleanly in two.

Then, another slash followed.

Slash!

Emperor Yi dodged in time, breaking out in cold sweat.

"Well, well, young man. You've grown much stronger over the years."

But Emperor Yi remained unfazed.

"You'll still lose. The more chaotic the battlefield, the greater our advantage."

In a straightforward duel of mana, this conflict bore no difference from ordinary battles—irrelevant to whether it was a Demon Tribulation.

The Demon King and his allies had the advantage of timing and terrain; with the Heavenly Court as the main battlefield, the greater the loss of life and disruption to order, the stronger their forces grew.

This was an immutable truth.

Unable to defeat Song Lin outright, stalling was sufficient.

"Oh, is that so?" Song Lin smirked eerily.

Suddenly, beams of tunneling light flew in from the void.

"Emperor Yi, here I am!"

The people of the West Zhou Heavenly Court emerged from the depths of the void.

It turned out they had never left, merely slumbering in a hidden place.

The earlier silence was attributable to the time needed for awakening.

Leading the West Zhou Heavenly Court were Heavenly Emperor Ji Dan, Emperor Wuchang Ji Fa, and Emperor Ziwei Bo Yikao.

The former two had reached the Heavenly Immortal Realm.

While Bo Yikao had not attained the realm of a Heavenly Immortal, as the leader of the stars, he united celestial stars to form the Cycle of Celestial Stars Formation.

The stars glistened, and a web of starlight descended.

Afterwards, Yangg Jian, Wen Zhong, Lu Wu, Ying Zhao, Lord Yunzhong, the Supreme and Minor Fate Officers, Li Zhan, Yaoji, and others all engaged in combat with the demons.

Bai Ze stood at the side, shouting out the enemy's weaknesses and the flaws of their spells, while Emperor Wenchang Ji Chang predicted everyone's movements.

The people of Donghua Heavenly Court were not idle either; being their own domain, they deployed various tactics and Taoist Soldiers.

The foundation accumulated over a century burst forth in full strength.

People from several Small Thousand Worlds united.

With the addition of two more Heavenly Immortals, Song Lin successfully sealed Emperor Yi inside a coffin.

With the loss of one Heavenly Immortal—the leader, no less—the demons' forces crumbled like an avalanche.

Golden Crow, Ji Dan, Ji Fa, Song Lin.

A total of four Heavenly Immortals were overpowering three.

Song Lin himself was a Three Pills Celestial Immortal who could solo three opponents.

Defeat for the demons was inevitable.

From now on, there would be no chance to turn the tide.

"Roar!"

The Xiezhi roared, biting a Flying Sky Zombie to death.

Then ten Flying Sky Zombies surrounded it, but before they could unleash their Divine Skills, two mutant beasts descended from the sky and impaled all ten zombies with a spear.

Ying Zhao landed beside the Xiezhi, laughing heartily, "Taoist, let us acquaint ourselves! I am Ying Zhao, and the one beside me is the Heavenly Emperor's housekeeper, Lu Wu."

Elsewhere, the two Erlang Gods had confronted each other.

Yangg Jian looked at Li Chuanzhu, who also bore a third eye, along with a similar dog and weapon, exclaiming, "Taoist, you're an Erlang God too? We're the same, how curious."

Not only their attire and appearance but even their Mei Mountain Seven Saints were strikingly similar.

"Manifestation Saint True Monarch Li Erlang," said Li Erlang, equally surprised to see someone resembling himself. "But my dog is female."

"Haha, indeed, that's a difference."

The two began to compare, leaving their subordinates and diving into the fray.

They joined the melee against the demons.

In truth, their resemblance was partially due to Song Lin.

Historically, Li Erlang did not appear this way, but Song Lin had shaped him to align with Yangg Jian's image.

Before long, the army routed the demons.

The four Heavenly Immortals were sealed inside the Heavenly Burial Coffin for future handling.

Aside from tying up loose ends, the battle was essentially over.

Ji Dan and the others descended, clasping their fists, "Master, forgive our tardiness, we almost didn't make it."

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