The head alone was six thousand zhang high.

And it wasn't even a dharma image; this type of giant must be a Dragon Giant from Longbo. While legends typically describe Dragon Giants as dozens of zhang tall, their size is determined by their living space.

The larger the space, the larger their body naturally becomes.

In myth, the Heavenly Emperor punished Longbo Country, causing its territory to shrink day by day. The living space for Dragon Giants was restricted, their forms diminished, and eventually, they became indistinguishable from normal humans.

This suggests that, theoretically, the size of Dragon Giants could indeed grow even larger.

Song Lin glanced around.

The boundless "mountain peaks" were all Dragon Giants' heads.

"Take them all. We'll use them as materials for refining soldiers when we return."

With a sweep of his wide sleeves, tens of thousands of massive heads flew into the Youming Glaze Lamp. As a Time-Space Dao Immortal Device, the lamp naturally had the function of storage.

After collecting the heads, he continued his exploration of the next fragment.

Given the vastness of these chaotic void currents, it must be an enormously large world; surely there was more here than just this.

Boom!

He entered a crimson fragment; an explosion.

The shockwave nearly pushed Song Lin into the depths of the void.

Entering a green fragment, there was nothing—though an overwhelming aura of malevolence surged skywards.

He entered a black-and-white fragment.

"Kill!!!"

As soon as he stepped in, fierce shouting suddenly echoed in his ears.

Startled, Song Lin saw eighty-one Purple Gold Five-Pointed Sword Pills converge into a net, whirling towards him to shred him apart.

"What the hell?"

Song Lin dodged swiftly.

Transforming into a wisp of green smoke, he escaped into the void.

This was some sort of battlefield.

In the sky were grotesquely shaped Demon Kings.

On the ground and amidst the mountains stood refined, celestial Immortals, who piloted treasure rafts, divine ships, and enormous swords while leading Taoist Soldiers in fierce combat against an endless horde of demons.

Judging by the palaces perched atop various mountains, this didn't seem to belong to a single sect.

The Immortal Alliance mainly consisted of swordsmen, with a significant number of Abnormal Soldiers wielding flames, controlling water currents, and commanding fierce winds.

The Immortal Sect even had enormous puppets operated by teams, including Twelve-Headed Giant Divine Soldiers and Thousand-Handed Divine Generals.

The demons had bizarre powers, and the two sides seemed evenly matched.

In the upper skies, a dharma image surrounded by seven swords was locked in unending combat with the Great Freedom Demon King.

"Strange, there are living beings in these fragments?"

And they were battling incessantly. Yet, within such broken fragments—what was the point of fighting?

Something felt wrong!

Song Lin sensed something amiss.

Why didn't anyone pursue him?

His movements were so conspicuous; even if the battlefield were under heavy pressure, someone should have come to investigate. But leaving the battlefield felt like stepping outside an isolated play.

"Might as well look closely..."

The cultivation levels of both sides were fairly equal, with each camp boasting a Heavenly Immortal-level expert.

The battleground was divided into distinct sectors, remarkably organized—a rarity.

The Sword Dao here, focused on sword pills, surpassed that of Donghua Heavenly Court by a significant degree.

Donghua Heavenly Court's Sword Dao—especially its techniques surrounding sword pills—was only slightly better in the Netherworld, where Jianxin resided.

Perhaps the magic vein of this realm could be introduced to Donghua Heavenly Court.

Song Lin continued to observe.

Who knows how much time had passed.

As the battle intensified, the world began to collapse.

Boom!

The two sides both perished, and this Small Thousand World was annihilated.

Before that happened, Song Lin escaped using his lantern device.

Returning to the outside, he found the fragment hadn't disappeared.

So he ventured in once more.

The battlefield once again manifested itself.

"I see now..." Song Lin finally understood.

This wasn't happening in real-time. It was likely a scene preserved from the world's destruction that, for some unknown reason, had taken the form of endless loops.

The scene repeated without cease, endlessly cycling.

Song Lin proceeded with further experimentation.

Objects taken from the battlefield disintegrated immediately into glowing dust upon removal.

"This can't just go to waste."

Thinking carefully, Song Lin conjured a white lantern. From the Youming Lantern, he separated a flame to suspend the new lantern in the void.

The lamp could serve as a checkpoint.

Disciples could come here for trials, using the lantern as a teleportation nexus to hone their skills.

Song Lin had tested earlier—although the battlefield endlessly repeated itself, one could still interact with its inhabitants, who retained normal consciousness during the loop cycle.

Once the loop reset, everything returned to its prior state.

Song Lin fixed the lantern to the scene's coordinates and recorded its location.

He then resumed searching for more fragments.

After some time searching, he sent an avatar back to review the situation—it had been ten years already.

Since achieving Heavenly Immortal status, Song Lin noticed how vastly his perception of time differed from that of mortals.

Continuing his exploration amidst the chaotic void currents, he encountered numerous shattered stars.

These stars were drained of energy but retained structural integrity, saving substantial effort.

During his search, he officially entered the Time-Space Dao, mastering it to a ten-percent proficiency. Furthermore, he'd already perfected the Innate Eight Trigram Dao—this was the fruit borne of many years of labor.

Song Lin wasn't aimlessly wandering.

One day, upon breaking open a fragment, a streak of red light shot forth.

"Roar!!"

The red light emitted a demonic shriek, then streaked across the skies with a blazing red tail resembling a calamity-bearing Disaster Star aimed at the Mortal World.

"That's..."

Song Lin seemed to recognize the entity.

The Yinghuo Star, occasionally manifesting as a six- to seven-year-old child.

After searching for so long, he'd finally found the star's whereabouts.

Song Lin tore through the void and appeared directly before Yinghuo Child. The entity's fiery red vertical pupils glared malevolently at him. "Move aside!! Roar!"

Another bellow shook the heavens.

Boundless flames surged, containing Fire Dragons, Fire Ghosts, Fire Beasts, and Fire Crows.

Each carried immense resentment, as if they'd suffered deeply in life.

"Harmonization?"

Song Lin, unfazed, sliced through its form with one sharp blade strike, leaving only a crystalline red bead behind.

This was the Yinghuo Inner Core, capable of forming stars and granting insights into the Yinghuo Dao.

Song Lin stored it away. The Yinghuo Star Lord of the Medium Thousand World, Zhengxin, was aligned with it—it could be given to him for study.

Gathering what remained, ensuring nothing was left behind, Song Lin used his lantern to pierce through the void, concluding this decade-long journey.

Instead of returning directly to the Palace of the Polestar, Song Lin flashed to Zhengxin's Zhi Xin Mountain.

Zhengxin, as usual, sat meditating on the edge of the cliffside.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Song Lin standing before him.

"Donghua."

Zhengxin smiled faintly.

"How far are you from Harmonization?"

"One last step. The pivotal opportunity remains elusive."

At this moment, Zhengxin saw Song Lin open a jade box. The treasure light shining forth made his pupils constrict.

"This is..."

"The Yinghuo Child's inner core, discovered purely by chance."

Song Lin handed it to Zhengxin.

"With this, Harmonization may be within reach."

Yinghuo forebodes calamity; Zhengxin's cultivation of this Dao aligns aptly with his path.

Among Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth, the fiery strength and ill omens of the star were most potent. Considerations of Innate and Acquired realms no longer mattered; achieving Harmonization was miracle enough.

Upon returning, Song Lin gathered Shi Yinhua, Wang Ziyue, and Guu Yuchan.

He presented them with white lanterns.

"There is a secret realm over there..."

Song Lin detailed the recurrent Reincarnation World he'd encountered.

"Such a peculiar realm? Our disciples will no longer need to worry about lacking combat experience."

"Be cautious. A secret realm claiming lives still casts its shadow."

Soon, they left with their lanterns in hand.

"Taoist, this journey of yours has borne quite the harvest."

The Eastern King, seated next to the Mao Zhong dharma image, suddenly spoke.

"Not bad. By the way, do you have specifics on Ermao's last known location?"

"Only approximate whereabouts."

"Very well. I'll send Chiyou, Yangg Jian, and others to personally lead a search in the void—with these lanterns in hand."

Song Lin produced a set of green lanterns.

"Let Lin Zhen join them; he knows the direction."

The Heavenly Court's new green-lantern-bearing division began to patrol the void perpetually, striking fear into the demons of the Ten Thousand Realms.

One division, led by Chiyou, searched endlessly for traces of the Sanmao Heavenly Court.

Another, headed by Ji Fa, captured stellar demons across the firmament.

A third, under Shi Yinhua and Taiyin & Taiyang's command, patrolled outside the Medium Thousand Worlds.

Peace returned once more.

Song Lin retreated into seclusion to stabilize his new comprehension of the Great Dao.

Time flowed swiftly—two centuries passed.

The Immortals ascended, stars returned to their rightful places.

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