Puh!

The Sun-cutting Divine Sword pierced through Song Lin's dharma body.

After all, being named Sun-cutting, it naturally restrains Song Lin's dharma body.

Under King Zhou's command, the Yinn Shang forces swarmed forward.

"Everyone, support the Eastern King!"

King Wu shouted furiously, his figure transforming into a streak of light, his eyes crimson like blood.

"Haha, stay here!"

The Soldier Immortal wielded a long spear, moving faster than King Wu, blocking King Wu's path.

Between the two, the Soldier Immortal's cultivation was stronger. If Ji Fa did not evade, he would surely be injured.

"Move aside!"

Boom!

King Wu's anger surged to its peak, and in that instant, he seemed to realize something.

The surroundings became pitch black, as if all the light had gathered upon Ji Fa, illuminating his figure as lofty and radiant.

A spirit formed from the essence of Heaven and Earth.

Heavenly Heart, Earth's Intent, People's Will—he seemed like the son of the heavens, all light converging upon him.

This was King Wu's newly realized ultimate technique—Heavenly Destiny Vault of Heaven.

The dharma image struck out with a powerful fist.

"Impossible!!"

The Soldier Immortal's pupils trembled violently, his heart filled with terror.

The man before him had actually achieved a breakthrough in the heat of battle.

Such a miraculous occurrence had unfolded right before him?

With the Heavenly Destiny Vault of Heaven unleashed, the Soldier Immortal instantly felt like an ant beneath the weight of destiny.

His future seemed set—a path leading only to death, with no alternative.

But how could the Soldier Immortal wait idly for his doom? Naturally, he chose to resist, even if it meant dying!

"Even in death, I won't forgive you!"

The Soldier Immortal unleashed all his mana.

Song Lin's vulnerabilities acted like a fuse, instantly igniting the battlefield's prey.

Previously, many had held back their strength, ensuring their own survival.

But given the current distance, the density of enemies, preserving one's strength was now impossible.

At this moment, everyone fought recklessly.

Fighting desperately to kill, fighting desperately to save.

Boom!

A mere hundred-mile radius saw countless dazzling spells raining down.

The overwhelming energy pierced through the earth's core and shot into the vault of heaven.

Numerous formidable figures evaporated in an instant, while those with slightly stronger cultivation were blasted away, only to meet similarly dismal fates.

At the center of the explosion, Song Lin had completely vanished without a trace, as if annihilated in soul.

King Zhou gasped for air, his face pale, evidently drained of considerable strength from the effort.

"It's finally over..."

King Zhou's anxiety dissipated, and the overwhelming pressure vanished entirely.

No, something was wrong—by logic, Song Lin had died, so why hadn't the Pure Yang emerged?

And he was unable to perceive the Great Dao either.

Boom!

A figure charged forward, and the Pure Yang Divine Sword pierced his chest.

"You..." King Zhou's face showed pure astonishment as he stared at the figure.

The person before him was none other than Song Lin!

Time rewound to the moment before the explosion.

The tremendous joint attack of the gathered forces had fractured space itself.

The Nine-Transformation Mystical Skill of Nine-Nine Returns to One couldn't withstand the combined might of so many adversaries.

Song Lin seemed moments away from falling into a chaotic vortex of void.

But Song Lin did not panic; instead, he sat calmly, learning the fleeting essence of energy during space's fracture.

In his mind, he visualized the form of Taiyi.

He had no point of reference, nor anyone instructing him—he cultivated based solely on his imagination.

His consciousness seemingly plunged into chaos.

Boundless and pitch-black chaos, devoid of sensation, and bereft of spatiotemporal concepts.

A moment stretched into millennia; millennia compressed into a moment.

Time seemed to slip away immeasurably; then suddenly, chaos flashed with golden light.

Song Lin abruptly sensed the mysterious and enigmatic substance.

It seemed like a gaseous essence, from which all things evolved.

As his thoughts reached for it, countless pieces of information flooded his mind, almost shattering Song Lin's primordial spirit. He could only firmly stabilize his Spirit Platform, preventing his Divine Thought from collapsing.

After what felt like ages, the mysterious energy was absorbed.

On his three-inch Spirit Platform, a golden Primordial Spirit sat in meditation.

The drifting Golden Flower vanished, replaced by a circular golden gaseous substance within the Primordial Spirit Dantian.

The vapor bore the same enigmatic aura experienced moments earlier.

Seeing this, Song Lin understood.

The Heavenly Immortal Dao was none other than the internal formation of the Golden Core.

Unlike the Core Formation Stage's Golden Core, which resides in the Lower Dantian, and is merely an ordinary Golden Core—

The Heavenly Immortal Dao's Golden Core resides three inches from the brow, within the Spirit Platform, as the Tao Golden Pill.

As the saying goes: "Swallow a single Golden Pill into my belly; my fate lies not with heaven but with me."

It refers precisely to this Tao Golden Pill.

Currently, the Golden Core was unfinished, indicating that the mysterious essence absorbed wasn't plentiful enough.

Song Lin seized the opportunity to absorb more.

Inside, the golden energy began to take form.

At this moment, chaos collapsed, and Song Lin returned to reality.

Opening his eyes, he was greeted by King Zhou's smug smile.

Song Lin immediately leapt into action, sword in hand.

Only then did he realize something amiss.

His strength had become overwhelming—not only were his injuries healed, but his Taoist Realm had also doubled.

Although the Tao Golden Pill hadn't fully formed, it shared some attributes of the Heavenly Immortal.

Now, Yinn Shang's treasures wouldn't save King Zhou.

In the face of the Perfect Dao, King Zhou's imperfect Dao was akin to a child's feeble defense.

Puh!

The treasure sword pierced through King Zhou's chest.

"You..." King Zhou couldn't believe his eyes.

Under the immense power of Pure Yang, his body crumbled from the inside out, disintegrating into the heavens as swirling ash.

"My King!!"

Daji's voice shrieked as she fixed her venomous gaze upon Song Lin.

She transformed into her nine-tailed demon form, recklessly charging at Song Lin.

"Oh? Quite the devoted couple."

Song Lin raised his eyebrows in mild surprise.

How fitting—it's always better when a family stays whole.

One sword strike severed the Nine-tailed Fox's nine tails.

Daji died instantly, without even ashes remaining.

At the sight, the Sword Immortal's heart shattered, prompting him to flee for his life.

The remaining forces, upon witnessing their King's demise, scattered like startled beasts.

The Battle of Muc Ye.

West Zhou triumphed greatly, leaving Yinn Shang forces in disarray.

Now, with no opposing forces left, everyone began capturing their enemies, while Song Lin sealed numerous masters in coffins.

"Where do you think you're going!"

Song Lin shouted to stop the Northern Marquis.

Upon recognizing Song Lin, the man paled in terror and fled on his black tiger, riding for his life.

"Eastern King! I surrender!"

Marquis Shenwu emerged from nowhere, knocking the man unconscious with a staff and grinning ingratiatingly at Song Lin.

"You're quite sharp—come follow me."

Song Lin studied him with amused interest.

Marquis Shenwu was no doubt a master of double-dealing.

In fact, when the Luohun and Luobao siblings fell, he had already begun secretly communicating with West Zhou.

The information about the Three Immortals, especially the Ax Immortal, was provided by Marquis Shenwu.

"Exactly! What does King Zhou understand? It is Eastern King who possesses boundless mana," Marquis Shenwu flattered.

West Zhou had vanquished Yinn Shang.

Seeing that the tide of the battle had shifted, Yinn Shang's vassals—apart from the most stubborn ones—mostly surrendered.

The die-hard defenders continued holding out in Chaoge.

After all, Chaoge was the location of the Heavenly Court. Through steadfast defense, resistance for decades was entirely feasible.

Perhaps during this time, the late emperor might send reinforcements, turning the tide.

Boom!

Before they could reach Chaoge, Lud Platform abruptly collapsed, the royal palace reduced to ashes.

The Heavenly Court was destroyed?

An axe flew back to Qi Mountain.

"Ax Immortal?"

The Ax Immortal had rebelled too?

At this, the stubborn defenders were completely devastated.

At this time, King Wu led the West Zhou armies to conquer Chaoge.

The small State Zhou replaced the Great City Shang.

"Although Zhou is an old state, its fate is renewed."

A new era was beginning.

"Shenwu, I have a task for you." Song Lin suddenly addressed Marquis Shenwu.

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