"Welcome, Taoist friend, to join us. The Donghua Heavenly Court now gains an even greater edge."

Song Lin was not one to stand on ceremony.

"I wouldn't dare take such credit. I've traveled extensively for ten years and grown quite fond of this realm. Staying here is simply my way of hoping to help the Donghua Heavenly Court flourish."

What truly made Mao Zhong resolve to join was not King Wen's persuasive words.

King Wen's words were merely the natural conclusion to matters already in motion.

It was Mao Zhong's experiences during his travels through the Demon World, the sights and realizations therein. Light and shadow exist in mutual dependence; unless the Great Thousand Universe itself were to be destroyed, leaving all to perish together, demons would persist eternally.

Song Lin possessed an avatar capable of controlling demons. If so, wouldn't this end the chaos wrought by demons in the Great Thousand World?

Seeing hope for the complete cessation of the Demon Tribulation, Mao Zhong resolved to join the Donghua Heavenly Court.

"Side by side, you and I. Someday, we will surely see the dawn of peace."

The demon's height grows by a ruler, but the Dao rises by a mile.

This is the universal principle across the Ten Thousand Realms.

Song Lin convened an assembly, and before the gathered immortals, formally conferred a title upon Mao Zhong: Mao Mountain Earth Immortal, Supreme Mysterious God of True Subtlety, ranking just below himself in status.

Lin Zhen was honored as the Three Realms Great Master.

Other Heavenly Masters bore various titles, such as Heavenly Lord, Emperor, True Monarch, and Star Lord, among others.

The Mao Mountain disciples' incorporation significantly accelerated the Heavenly Court's reconstruction.

At this rate of progress, it wouldn't take many years for the Heavenly Court to be fully restored.

The Lao Mountain World and Upper Immortal World were also being steadily conquered.

Neither of these worlds had particularly strong forces, at most reaching the Harmonization Peak level. Song Lin couldn't be bothered to manage them himself and directly delegated authority.

It was estimated that these matters could be resolved within a hundred years. By then, the Donghua Middle Thousand would encompass five small thousand worlds. There might even be a chance to coalesce a new Tao Golden Pill.

The next objective was naturally cultivation and forging the Tao Golden Pill.

This encompassed refining Immortal Artifacts and exploring the methods of refining immortal pills.

Pills were categorized into common pills, spirit pills, immortal pills, and Golden Cores.

Song Lin once asked Mao Zhong about this. Among the Sanmao Heavenly Court, only the eldest brother Mao Ying knew how to refine immortal pills; Song Lin himself lacked skill in alchemy and had not committed pill recipes to memory. However, he still vaguely recalled the properties of immortal pills.

The most basic requirement for immortal pills was that they be refined by Heavenly Immortals or above. In addition to ordinary materials, they needed to incorporate Innate Ancestor Qi and demonstrate a comprehension of the Great Dao.

Alchemy, like cultivation, required both insight and opportunity.

In summary, refining immortal pills was not merely a craft but also dependent on luck.

Without sufficient luck, even the most refined skill would go to waste.

This was something that required persistent experimentation.

What remained was the preparation of the fourth Tao Golden Pill, the Innate Eight Trigrams Pill.

Following that was the Void Pill, along with the Gold, Wood, Fire, and Earth pills—a total of nine pills for breaking through to Heavenly Immortal.

"In any case, we'll handle the affairs of the Heavenly Court, capture stars, conquer the small thousand worlds, locate Ermao, and stabilize the situation before embarking on new story-world adventures."

After a brief rest, Song Lin took out a lantern.

A ghostly green light illuminated his face, fluctuating with uncertainty.

Perhaps it was time to give it a try.

The green light flickered as the entity within the lantern, Jiao'liao, opened its eyes.

Crack!

The void split open, forming a narrow rift.

Song Lin leaped into it, arriving in an instant outside the void.

In the pitch-black expanse of space, a green-lantern Taoist strolled through the emptiness.

"Tsk tsk, truly worthy of being called the Great Robber of the Great Thousand Universe. As long as they have world coordinates, this ability to vanish without a trace could allow them to empty someone's domain entirely."

Song Lin thought to himself.

Freely traversing in and out—if a faction came under their gaze, capturing them without paying a hefty price would be impossible.

No wonder such a race was so rare; thieves like these were universally despised, leaving no room for mercy.

Thereafter, Song Lin wandered through the void.

Carrying a lantern, shielded by the Youming Fire, he ventured deep into the chaotic void currents without the slightest trepidation, moving gracefully and effortlessly.

The Great Thousand World was boundlessly vast, and Song Lin had no idea how far he had gone.

His repeated traversals through the void gradually deepened his understanding of the Time-Space Dao.

As he walked through the void, he constantly aligned his senses with the location of the Palace of the Polestar. Losing track of its precise coordinates, even for a moment, might leave him adrift for countless years before he could return.

At that moment, Song Lin abruptly halted.

Before him, there appeared a "waterfall" of radiant hues.

In the pitch-black cosmos, a multicolored ribbon, stretching tens of thousands of miles, descended like a dazzling jade belt. The ribbon radiated various Divine Lights, sparkling and undulating, flowing slowly in unparalleled brilliance.

It was the first time Song Lin had seen such an enormous chaotic current within the void.

Carrying his lantern, he stepped into the current.

All around him were irregular, dazzlingly bright fragments.

Having roamed the void for many years, Song Lin had some understanding of chaotic void currents.

They were fragments left behind by the collapse of worlds, containing energy, treasures, remnants, Demonic Qi, and even amalgamations of different worlds.

In essence, it was akin to a pool of colorful yet polluted water. Drinking a sip from it might lead to instant enlightenment and ascension—or to swift, poisonous death.

Though Jiao'liao could freely enter and exit, it too dreaded unexpected phenomena lurking within.

Song Lin stood still for a moment, closed his eyes, and a halo of rotating Innate Eight Trigrams emerged behind his head.

Pairing the Void Dao with the Eight Diagrams Path, he employed this combination once again.

Soon, Song Lin fixated his gaze on a red fragment, high up and to the right—specifically the thirty-sixth one.

The fragment was not large, only the size of a palm.

Approaching it, Song Lin stretched out his Divine Thought, probing the fragment. His Divine Thought vanished, indicating the fragment enclosed a vast internal space.

After some contemplation, he gently extended his finger toward the red fragment, infusing it with a burst of golden light.

Using an avatar was better; it was too risky to employ his true body.

Yet the instant he entered, Song Lin was utterly stunned.

"Is this Longbo?"

Before him was an enormous head, towering roughly six thousand zhang. It wore a purple-gold helmet, its coagulated blood dried into a purple-brown hue. Two lifeless green eyes stared blankly at the heavens.

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