The Real World.

The Palace of the Polestar was filled with an exotic fragrance, and wherever the scent wafted, flowers, plants, and trees thrived, even inanimate objects began to emit Divine Light.

If not for the Heavenly Court's array that prohibited the formation of spirit monsters, demons might already have started to emerge by now.

It was almost a universal agreement among all the factions within the Heavenly Courts that spirit monsters were not allowed to form.

After all, the Essence and Qi concentration in the Heavenly Court was hundreds of times that of the mortal world, making the rate of spirit monster evolution exponentially higher.

If trees turned into spirit monsters, if teacups gained sentience, or even the Jade Emperor's dragon bed and meditation mat became enchanted, how would the Heavenly Court ensure its privacy?

As for the source of this fragrance—

The gazes of the Immortals turned toward the Heavenly Emperor's Back Garden.

At this moment, Song Lin cheerfully accepted five Immortal Pills, and only then did the Essence within the Heavenly Emperor's Back Garden slightly diminish.

In the Back Garden, Lu Wu, Ying Zhao, Bai Ze, and the others were practically drooling.

"Tsk-tsk, these are Immortal Pills. I've lived for more than half my life, yet this is the first time I've seen a genuine, authentic Immortal Pill," Bai Ze exclaimed in astonishment.

Anyone could misuse the term "Immortal Pill"; even the crude herbal pills ground by small-town Taoists could bear the name.

But true Immortal Pills referred to those infused with the rules of the Great Dao, such as the ones refined by the Heavenly Emperor.

Ordinary pills, at their core, were merely the physical properties of minerals and medicinal herbs. No matter how potent their effects, their essence still derived from the nature of their ingredients, incapable of creating new properties ex nihilo.

Immortal Pills, however, were fundamentally different—they could possess astounding, miraculous powers.

For instance, they could resurrect the dead, regenerate muscles and bones, transform mortal flesh into that of an Immortal, perfect a fragmented soul, and turn flawed spiritual foundations into impeccable ones.

Many cultivators, constrained by the inadequacies of their younger years or left with hidden injuries from battles, had their advancement paths heavily obstructed.

Yet, with a single Immortal Pill, they could be completely restored.

"Don't get ahead of yourselves, these aren't yours. We'll talk about it in the future," Song Lin shot a glance at the group, clearly unimpressed.

The current output wasn't even sufficient to sustain the upper echelons, let alone the middle and lower ranks.

On average, Song Lin could only refine five Immortal Pills per Jiazi in the story realm. If luck were bad, it might take over a hundred years.

For now, these Pills could only be treated as war achievement rewards or exchanged for an extraordinarily high amount of Taoist Merit.

"Oh..." Lu Wu slumped down in disappointment, while Ying Zhao wiped the drool from his mouth and resumed his patrols.

Storing away the pills, Song Lin's dharma body soared into the void, his figure seeming to merge with it, becoming one with the emptiness.

Internally, he viewed his Spirit Platform Primordial Spirit, where the fifth Time-Space Golden Core had congealed and solidified into a tangible form.

Upon closer inspection, imperfections were still evident; certain parts lacked completion.

Song Lin took out an Immortal Pill and swallowed it in one gulp.

Boom!

Boundless medicinal power surged through his body instantly, and Song Lin radiated like a blazing sun.

His form appeared as if embedded into the void, merging fully with Heaven and Earth.

At last, the Time-Space Dao Golden Core solidified.

Thanks to the method of internal and external pill cultivation from Lord Lao, forming these inner cores had become considerably more manageable for Song Lin, though no less time-consuming. It was merely a matter of having a clearer direction. As time passed and the number of cores increased, the required time would likely grow exponentially.

Song Lin's goal was to achieve Nine Pills Perfection within ten thousand years.

At the current rate, this projection could shrink significantly if the Immortal Pills employed the Rejuvenation Pill Skill.

Standing up, Song Lin attuned himself to the power of the Time-Space Dao, his figure alternating between illusion and reality.

"Physical attacks should essentially pose no threat to me anymore," Song Lin mused.

Even if an opponent launched an attack while he was unaware, he could swiftly escape into the void to evade it.

Beyond that, Song Lin could also perform time-space travel at will. As long as he had a coordinate, distance, formations, or magic treasures designed to trap someone, none could hold him back—just like Jiao'liao once did.

Unless his body bore a tracking marker for constant surveillance.

Additionally, even the concepts of time and space themselves were now subject to his manipulation.

Length, breadth, height, up and down, left and right, the four corners of Heaven and Earth—

All such concepts were under his sovereign control. The title of the number one Sword Immortal in the world could likely now be claimed without dispute.

Henceforth, every strike he made would be omnidirectional; a single blade could transform into a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand blades.

Song Lin approached a desolate star and with a single thought, the star's mountains instantaneously inverted. From then on, what was above would be below, and what was below would be above. Any external life form arriving here would have to abide by this rule.

It was a pity that only the "space" of the Time-Space Dao was displayed here, without any expression of "time."

If the power of the Time Dao were present, even a minor Divine Skill like reversing time by three seconds would already qualify as a supreme divine technique.

After experiencing the capabilities of the Time-Space Dao in the void, Song Lin flickered and returned to the Palace of the Polestar.

No matter how many light-years separated him, the concept of distance no longer constrained Song Lin.

Even the Great Sun Pure Land could now be reached within an instant.

"Still short of four Golden Cores. I already have the Innate Water, but I still need the Innate Gold, Wood, Fire, and Earth elements. If I follow the cycle of generation and conquest, this process might speed up," Song Lin speculated.

In the next moment, Song Lin appeared beside the Divine Phoenix in the underworld.

A clear Life River flowed there, connecting five Small Thousand Worlds and a certain corner inhabited by living beings.

Ghosts, purified of resentment by the Death River, entered here to cleanse their memories, restore their full forms, and subsequently reincarnate in various worlds.

This was the most crucial link for the Three Realms.

The cycle of life and death perpetuated itself; living beings knew that there was an afterlife, and that their deeds in this life would affect their future existence. Naturally, this awareness kept many from acting recklessly.

In the brief moment of Song Lin's arrival, he observed countless souls being reincarnated—some into wealthy households, others into the path of beasts.

The Divine Phoenix, noticing Song Lin's presence, immediately transformed into human form, donning the appearance of a noble scion clad in a red robe.

"This humble servant pays respects to the Heavenly Emperor," the Divine Phoenix bowed.

"No need for formalities," Song Lin replied.

Deep in the riverbed lay a pure gold sarcophagus; a sweep of Divine Thought revealed a powerful lifeform sealed within.

This was the coffin of Mao Gu.

For decades now, Mao Gu had been submerged here for purification.

"What's the status?"

Song Lin inquired.

"No change," the Divine Phoenix shook his head.

"Try feeding him this pill," Song Lin said, producing an Immortal Pill.

"Understood," came the response.

Carefully, the Divine Phoenix opened the sarcophagus. Inside lay a middle-aged man wearing an Eight Diagrams Robe. His appearance bore a strong resemblance to Mao Zhong—this was the corpse of the True Immortal expert, Mao Gu.

The Immortal Pill descended upon his forehead, gradually merging into the flesh.

Song Lin then summoned Mao Zhong.

Taking one look, Mao Zhong exclaimed in shock, "He's beginning to show signs of vitality!"

"I gave him an Immortal Pill. Let's see how it works. If it still fails, we may have to wait until the Nine-Transformation Immortal Pill is ready," Song Lin remarked.

Everyone present watched intently.

For a long time, the Life River diluted the Immortal Pill's medicinal power while Mao Zhong cast spells to assist with its refinement.

Soon, Mao Gu's complexion began to flush.

A faint yet discernible spark of life bloomed like a tender bud.

"It's close," Song Lin muttered under his breath.

The first True Immortal cultivator—could it be that one was about to be reborn in the Donghua Heavenly Court?

If so, this would mark a turning point for the conquest of the Great Sun World.

Everyone held their breath, focusing every iota of attention.

After a long while, Mao Gu's corpse suddenly opened its eyes, unleashing an overwhelming aura of malevolence.

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