This rule is the most marvelous—just three short lines are enough to encapsulate the root of chaos in the world.

Be it devils or cultivators, they share one commonality: they place themselves above all, claiming to represent the majority under heaven.

Even after Song Lin became the Heavenly Emperor, he rarely acted in the name of the Heavenly Dao to guide or suppress others.

Plenty of people who cultivate poorly harbor extraordinary ambition—they can barely conjure a fireball yet boast of defying fate. If lucky enough to break through a realm, they immediately feel themselves brimming with destiny, displeased with all they see and desiring everything before them.

Such cases aren't uncommon. Many cultivators develop this mindset to some degree the first time they wield extraordinary power.

Sects with strong traditions are experienced in addressing this, while those without such traditions often produce rampant lunatics.

Mao Gu even believed the Three Laws to be far more effective than the earlier regulations.

The supplementary virtues of diligence, humility, restraint in killing, chastity, honesty, patience, sincerity, modesty, and unity serve as complements to the Three Laws.

"Indeed, concise yet incisive. If everyone adhered to them, the age of universal harmony wouldn't be far off. But how do you ensure all obey them?" Mao Gu was perplexed.

Some laws conflict with the dominant ethos of freedom and spontaneity—what cultivator would willingly accept constraints?

Moreover, the idea of the Six Heavenly Old Qi's irreconcilable opposition renders the endeavor a calculated step-by-step progression in the mortal world.

Even the Sanmao Heavenly Court dared not fully implement these laws—they were at best slogans, ineffective for certain factions.

"It's very simple. Start with strict training at the Taoist Temple, gradually shifting from a minority to a majority. Those unwilling to comply, they either leave—or they die. It's really that simple."

"Reform from the ground up? A bold move. Clearly, you've succeeded."

Listening to this, Mao Gu couldn't help but profoundly admire Song Lin.

Achieving this is arduous. Maintaining a doctrine's purity is easier at the start, but the task grows increasingly challenging with expansion—merging other factions requires time to digest the integration. Advancing too slowly risks missing countless opportunities, wasting potential growth.

Additionally, managing greater numbers is far harder than before. Enforcing rigid standards can spark internal strife.

In normal times, these problems may remain latent, but when the Middle Thousand Demon Tribulation recurs every 120,000 years, it becomes a mortal weakness for any Heavenly Court.

"For now, things aren't too difficult. As for future challenges, we'll deal with them then—whether myself or my successors. Soldiers come to block swords, and water comes to counter earthen dams."

Every generation faces its own trials. Song Lin didn't wish to overreach in planning ahead.

Though founding rulers might be wise and insightful, they're often too wise, always striving to impose a perfect legacy and issuing rigid decrees.

Song Lin had studied history—from the Song to Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties—and recognized this flaw. Founding monarchs often regarded their successors as incompetent, enshrining laws perhaps ideal at the time but eventually becoming shackles to later generations.

Song Lin took Mao Gu across five Small Thousand Worlds to acquaint him with the local customs and observe the Heavenly Court's influence on the Three Realms.

"The Three Realms are orderly and nearly flawless," Mao Gu remarked.

He had a hunch that this Heavenly Court might shine brilliantly in the future.

The Sanmao Heavenly Court's decline may even be a blessing—this burden should have been discarded long ago, marking the beginning of Sanmao Taoist Order's rise to its pinnacle.

"Just a minor contribution. Ultimately, the Heavenly Court doesn't bring negative impact."

Song Lin smiled.

It stood head and shoulders above the Jade Emperor's Heavenly Court or the Western Pure Land.

At least it wouldn't overlook Great Demons who consumed countless lives while turning a blind eye below.

"By the way, does this Great Thousand World still have remnants of the Ancient Heavenly Court? Have you ever heard of the West Queen Mother Heavenly Court?" Song Lin asked.

"Ancient Heavenly Courts abound, but many are deeply hidden. As for the West Queen Mother Heavenly Court…" Mao Gu mused for a long while. "I've heard a bit. The West Queen Mother Heavenly Court went to war with the Yinn Shang Heavenly Court about 100,000 years ago—what a world-shaking event that was."

"Where is it now?" pressed Song Lin.

Once the Eastern King Heavenly Court and the West Queen Mother Heavenly Court merged, the final piece of the puzzle would be complete, rendering the Donghua Heavenly Court flawless.

Innate Divine Beings would be governed by the Queen Mother, while Acquired Immortals would fall under his jurisdiction.

"What happened after remains unclear. It last surfaced around the Shaoyang region."

In the Great Thousand World, different areas possessed unique characteristics—some had differing dimensions, others unique environments. Certain regions were even named after acupoints and meridians of the human body due to their distinct signatures.

"Shaoyang region—I'll visit when the opportunity arises," Song Lin noted the location Mao Gu provided.

"The Upper Mao Monarch resides in the Great Sun World Venerable's domain. Once your injuries heal, we'll rescue him together."

"My recovery is nearly complete—just ten more years should suffice to regain peak strength," Mao Gu said.

Hearing that his elder brother had fallen to the Buddhist Sect, Mao Gu became visibly agitated—he couldn't bear to encounter a bald-headed monk on their next meeting.

"Of course. It won't take long. By the way, the Great Sun World Venerable asked me to investigate Sanmao Heavenly Court's traces. Can you provide some clues to help me infiltrate the upper echelons?"

"That's a simple matter."

Song Lin then instructed Mao Zhong to escort Mao Gu back for a rest, while he once again tore through space to return to cultivation within the Great Sun Middle Thousand World.

After absorbing the devil within Mao Gu's body, Song Lin's Wutian powers had significantly increased, bolstering his confidence against the Buddhist Sect.

With Mao Gu managing the Great Sun World Venerable, and the Lotus Pond of the World Venerable counteracted by True Immortal Divine Artifacts, including the Qiankun Treasure Tower wielded by Mao Gu, Song Lin could handle the other six Heavenly Immortals alone.

Now, all that remained was for the Heavenly Court to assemble its army of conquest, and this world would be theirs.

Leveraging the gains from the Real World, he could complete Core Formation as sustenance for the Story World.

Once he acquired the God-Beating Whip, the era of rapid expansion would begin.

As he pondered, his Heart God suddenly stirred.

"It's happening again."

Without needing to guess, Song Lin could tell—it was undoubtedly Miao Yan Buddha surveilling him.

Likely acting on the Great Sun World Venerable's orders, as that one never trusted him from the start.

Sensing an observing gaze scanning him, Song Lin feigned ignorance, acting as though he was unaware.

Miao Yan likely believed himself undetected, but Song Lin had sensed his probing from the first instance—now it was merely a matter of playing along.

The Buddha's Heavenly Eye didn't just focus on him; it swept through the Small Thousand World, targeting several formidable entities.

The gaze lingered for some time before finally dissipating.

Fixing his eyes on a certain spot in the void, Song Lin sneered, "Hmph, rebuilding Lingwei Small Thousand without providing resources? Do you think I'll do all the work while you reap the reward? Once reconstruction is complete, you'll probably try to parachute in your cronies."

This so-called leader, cloaked in righteousness, employed disgraceful methods behind his facade.

When the upper ranks are corrupt, the lower ranks fare no better under such guidance.

Daily surveillance of his progress was futile, as Miao Yan remained oblivious that everything he observed was merely an Eye-blocking Technique.

By now, nearly all cultivators above Core Formation in the Small Thousand World had either been converted into devils or taken under the Pharmacist's wing.

When war inevitably erupted, this world would serve as the anchor point to deliver a ruthless lesson to the Great Sun World Venerable.

Time flew by.

In the blink of an eye, ten years had passed in the Real World, and a century had elapsed in the Story World.

Both worlds remained eerily calm.

At the Palace of the Polestar, the square in front of the hall was crowded with armies—Taoist Soldiers, Ghost Soldiers, Yin Soldiers, Demon Soldiers, Thunder Soldiers, Abnormal Soldiers, Beast Soldiers... forming an unbroken expanse. Their golden armor reflected the sunlight like shimmering scales.

This was the Heavenly Court's grand muster, which had been ongoing for a decade.

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