Wutian Demon Buddha's ferocity surged to the heavens, with Emperor Ziwei surrounded by celestial stars, and Le Tian Bodhisattva radiating boundless brilliance.

Three dharma images, three entirely different Taoist traditions appeared within a single individual, instantly shattering Sun Wukong's perception of the world.

The legendary Absolute Twin Heroes of the past—one was him, and the other astonishingly was also him. Even the most mysterious recent devil turned out to be him.

What exactly was this person trying to do?

"Would you be willing to join me in stirring chaos in the Three Realms?"

Song Lin's thunderous shout jolted the dazing Sun Wukong awake.

"Stir chaos in the Three Realms..." Sun Wukong murmured, as memories from the past surged back into his mind.

"On behalf of the monkeys and little apes of Huaguo Mountain, let me ask you, Great Sage—is your might still unmatched?"

Song Lin pressed forward step by step, leaving no room for hesitation.

At last, a gleam of brilliance lit up Sun Wukong's expression, and a faintly wild smile curled his lips.

Crash!

Sun Wukong tore off the Kasaya on his body. The next moment, a burst of golden radiance dazzled Song Lin's vision.

The monkey before him transformed.

Golden armor, phoenix-winged purple gold crown, lotus silk cloud shoes, gold-embedded heart-stabilizing hat, Ruyi Jingu Bang.

Mighty and indomitable; bold and formidable, his fiery aura reaching the skies.

The Great Sage Equalling Heaven of the past had returned.

From Buddha back to demon, the transformation caused his mana to undergo a metamorphosis, bringing his Taoist rank infinitely close to the True Immortal stage. Coupled with his unparalleled dharma powers, he could now hold his own against a True Immortal in battle.

"Greetings, Taoist friend!"

Sun Wukong cupped his hands in salute.

"Excellent." Song Lin responded joyfully.

He refrained from immediately disclosing to Sun Wukong the truth about the Boneless Relics.

Sun Wukong needed to undergo a profound transformation—relying on a few words from him would never suffice.

For now, he had only used his words to rekindle Sun Wukong's fighting spirit.

To truly break free from the "domestication" of the Buddhist and Taoist sects, Sun Wukong needed enlightenment. This was the true essence of the Boneless Relics.

Song Lin would provide assistance at critical moments, guiding him through the final step.

In the past, Song Lin had looked down on Sun Wukong, considering the monkey too impulsive, ignorant of worldly matters, and capricious in nature—in harsher terms, unable to distinguish good from evil or discern right from wrong.

Now, having become the Victory Fighting Buddha, Sun Wukong had finally grown into the true Great Sage Equalling Heaven—a fully realized version of his persona.

"What now? Do we storm the Three Realms right away?" Sun Wukong asked.

"Of course not. The time hasn't come yet. First, we must remain hidden, and don't let it be known that we're acquainted."

Otherwise, two troublemakers uniting as friends could easily provoke the Heavenly Court's alarm.

After that, Song Lin settled down once more, redirecting his focus back to reality.

The Real World.

With a thunderous sound, the Twelve Layered Heavenly Realm became saturated with an intoxicating fragrance.

Five mystical purple pills hovered in the void like suns.

These were Purple Dragon Pills—purple symbolizing nobility, and dragon representing transformation.

Song Lin collected the five pills and then flew toward the Ancestor Star of the Small Thousand World governed by Sanmao Maogu.

This Ancestor Star had previously been the Pure Land Dao Field of Miao Yan Buddha. After Maogu took over, no Buddhist structures were dismantled; only the Buddha statues were modified for use.

As a result, the Taoist temple here exuded a foreign charm.

Maogu, sensing Song Lin's arrival, emerged from his seclusion.

He wore an elegant robe of unknown white feathers, emanating a carefree and untamed aura.

"Haha, Heavenly Emperor, long time no see."

Previously, Maogu had only respected Song Lin's status. But after witnessing Song Lin's combat strength firsthand during their last encounter, he now admired him for his power as well.

Even without True Immortal weapons of his own, just with the Bright Wheel alone, Song Lin could rival True Immortal powers.

"The Immortal Pills have been successfully refined." Song Lin declared without preamble, directly sharing the good news.

"Truly? Haha, my eldest brother's awakening is now within reach. Many thanks to the Heavenly Emperor—countless thanks! Should you ever need my help in the future, I will go through fire and water without hesitation." Maogu bowed deeply with gratitude.

The Sanmao Heavenly Court was already destroyed; the reunion of the Sanmao brothers was indeed a rare blessing.

Song Lin followed Maogu underground.

In the subterranean cave mansion lay a Jade Elephant, long-haired and long-browed, its presence exuding an immortal, pure essence. It was the flawless True Immortal body of Mao Ying.

Mao Ying, the eldest of the three brothers, possessed the deepest cultivation, likely in the True Immortal middle stage—perhaps even higher.

He had practiced the Sky Dao, also known as the Innate Pure Qi Dao. Even after ten thousand years of death, his body remained vibrant with vitality, still retaining the possibility of resurrection.

Song Lin conjured a jade vial and withdrew a single Immortal Pill from within.

The pill drifted into Mao Ying's forehead and slowly merged with his body.

"Protector, cut off all Evil Qi." Song Lin commanded softly.

Maogu activated the Qiankun Treasure Tower, prepared to suppress any emergence of Evil Qi instantly.

With the experience of last time, they were determined to prevent any chance of the corpse gaining sentience. Allowing Mao Ying's body to turn into a spirit could result in unimaginable havoc.

After absorbing one Immortal Pill, Mao Ying's complexion grew rosy, but he still showed no sign of awakening.

Song Lin administered another pill.

Forty-nine days passed.

The weather abruptly changed—thunder roared, and lightning tore through the sky.

Boom!

Streaks of purple lightning continuously struck, only to be deflected entirely by the Qiankun Treasure Tower.

Mao Ying eventually stirred, awakening slowly with a splitting headache, as if he had just slept for hundreds or even thousands of years. His memories were hazy and fragmented.

Opening his eyes, he saw two figures standing next to him, watching closely.

"Second Brother? How are you here?"

He faintly remembered fleeing the Sanmao Heavenly Court, where the three brothers had been separated. Gravely injured, he had fallen unconscious and knew no more of what happened afterward.

"And this young man is...?"

"This is Shenxiao Heavenly Emperor, Eastern King Song Lin, and the benefactor who saved the lives of us three brothers."

Maogu recounted the events that had transpired in detail.

Mao Ying finally understood with clarity.

It turned out he and Maogu had long been dead, and it was through Mao Zhong's acquaintance with Song Lin that Song Lin intervened to help.

"Many thanks to the Eastern King."

Mao Ying struggled to rise and used his Divine Thought to scan his body. His injuries were completely healed; he simply felt weak from having just awakened. Some rest, and he would fully recover.

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