Dafeng was once an evil god who aided and abetted tyrants.
Back then, during Gonggong’s rebellion, Dafeng assisted Gonggong in committing nurous atrocities.
Even after Gonggong’s death, so of his ministers and companions scattered across the Mortal World, hiding in its shadows and waiting for the right timing.
As humanity’s activities expanded, these ancient evil gods were on the verge of reappearing.
Emperor Peak.
At the summit of the peak, Rampant Soldiers and Rampant Generals were fervently chopping wood, felling a jade pine tree.
The jade pine tree had originally been only half a person’s height, but after absorbing Heaven and Earth Essence Qi, it rapidly grew to a height of ten zhang.
Moreover, the tree emitted an aura of longevity.
If a person were to stand beneath the tree and continuously absorb its essence, they would surely attain longevity.
Song Lin roughly calculated that he currently had a lifespan of a thousand years. If he stayed beneath the tree, living for ten thousand years would be more than sufficient.
Of course, staying under the tree forever was not practical, so he decided to craft it into a carriage.
With the efforts of the Rampant Soldiers, finally, a jade horse appeared at the original location.
The carriage was exquisitely crafted, with even its two wheels made of jade pine resembling fine white jade.
The carriage’s body was approximately one zhang in length and seven chi in height, adorned with solar gold patterns, as well as depictions of mountains, rivers, and streams, exuding an extraordinary grandeur.
"Altar Master, Emperor Huang presents the Heavenly Horse."
A Rampant Soldier ca to report.
"Oh? Quickly, bring it here!"
In no ti, a Rampant Soldier led over a white horse.
This white horse had sleek, smooth fur without a trace of blemish, and a pair of wings extended from its back.
It was a Celestial Steed.
When Emperor Huang was hunting by the riverbank, he encountered the Heavenly Horse drinking water and captured it to present to Song Lin.
"Hmm, thoughtful." The Heavenly Horse, initially wild and untad, imdiately beca much more docile at the sight of Song Lin.
Song Lin sat atop the carriage.
Using the Hutian Technique, the carriage’s interior contained an enormous space.
Inside was a luxurious jade chamber, complete with a fox-fur bed for resting, a training room, an alchemy room, an artifact refining room, and a reception hall.
The interior of this cave mansion was saturated with the aura of longevity.
With a single thought, Song Lin commanded the Heavenly Horse, which neighed loudly and pulled the carriage into flight.
The higher they ascended, the more abundant the Taiyang Essence Energy and Taiyin Essence Qi beca.
The entire carriage bathed in golden light, and from the heavens above, looking down upon the earth, it resembled the radiant sun.
When the sun was blazing fiercely, the carriage was unseen below.
However, as the sky turned cloudy and the sun was obscured by clouds,
the carriage emitted a golden radiance, giving people the impression that the carriage itself was the sun.
The human clan below witnessed this scene, and from that mont on, the myth of the sun being the East Lord’s carriage spread.
Song Lin drove the carriage to many places,
journeying through mountains, rivers, and streams.
Beyond the Central Plains, he ventured to the distant West, encountering wild n with golden hair and blue eyes, observing the fear and reverence in their gazes, which gave him a divine, exalted feeling as an immortal.
He also visited primitive tribes populated by black-skinned people.
Unbeknownst to Song Lin, this journey left behind countless legends about the sun.
In different tribes, Song Lin acquired various titles and nas.
Such is the nature of mythology.
Different myths often point to the sa being.
This is the essence of mythology.
At the summit of Emperor Peak,
on the five-colored altar, dozens of soldiers stood before Song Lin.
These soldiers had fiery red faces, bird-like beaks for mouths, and wings growing from their backs, inscribed with thunder patterns.
They were the Five Thunders Soldiers, adept at flying, with wings bearing thunder patterns, impervious to water, fire, and demonic forces, capable of both archery and close combat.
Their arrows and blades carried intense thunderous energy, with devastating killing power.
Through years of effort, Song Lin had transford all ten squad leaders into Five Thunders Soldiers.
The leaders of the hundred-mber and thousand-mber squads were all Yellow Turban Warriors.
Erlang God and seven Great Saints served as Yang Thunder Captains.
As the cultivation of Taoist Soldiers progressed, their number upon summoning gradually decreased.
With Song Lin’s current cultivation, he could summon at most twenty thousand soldiers.
Of course, their overall combat power surpassed the previous sixty thousand by several tis.
"Should I craft a dharma seal unique to myself?"
The Temple Emperor Seal was the core of Song Lin’s Water Technique Refining Soldiers line.
Cultivating water techniques required this seal; once Taoists trained Taoist Soldiers, their essence beca deeply imprinted within the Emperor Seal, allowing the summoned Taoist Soldiers to be revived after death.
It was essentially an enhanced version of the Soldier and Horse Altar.
Currently, it was considered a shared artifact, inconvenient for multiple users given the diversity of Taoist Soldier types.
Song Lin pondered creating a smaller, more portable version modeled after the Emperor Seal.
Ti was abundant, so these things could be studied gradually later.
With this thought, Song Lin opened the interface.
Na: Song Lin
Realm: Third Layer of the Nourishing Yuan Stage
Divine Skills: [Longevity], "Innate Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Generalization True Technique," "Taiji Xuanzhen Heavenly Master Seal Scripture," "Cultivation thod"
Enhancents: [Qi Control Six Voids], [Moon Cultivation Great Witch], [Temple Blessing], [Golden Crow Yang Pattern]
Items: Five Thunders Heavenly Master Order, Coiled Dragon Jade, Heavenly Demon Stomach, Temple Emperor Seal...
Due to being an avatar and not carrying the cultivation of his True Body, many spells had been cultivated afterward.
Additionally, Song Lin’s focus on studying cultivation thods had left him with little ti to refine this path.
In the following period,
as the common people’s education improved, Song Lin gradually passed on cultivation techniques to others.
Mainly focusing on cultivation thods, but also including so Qigong, Real World Taoist Skills, Innate Thunder Skills, Refining Soldiers Skills, and more.
Song Lin was never stingy with techniques, nor did he concern himself with whether they would spread widely.
After all, it was a story universe; what harm was there in everything being disseminated?
Soon, Youxiong Country saw an ergence of powerful cultivators capable of summoning wind and rain.
Under Emperor Huang’s leadership, Youxiong Country began a campaign to conquer the Yangtze River Basin.
Along the way, they entered the Yunng Marsh,
where they encountered the forr leader of the Qiongsang Clan.
The leader had completely transford into a demon, with a serpent-like head and a vicious appearance, leading demons to attack Youxiong Country’s army.
The battle between the two sides was fierce.
At this mont, Song Lin arrived driving his carriage.
As soon as he reached the area, the sky suddenly grew wild with gales.
"What?"
A Golden Crow Yang Pattern appeared on Song Lin’s brow, and his Taiyin and Taiyang Golden Pupil illuminated the surroundings.
From all directions, substantial green winds appeared out of nowhere.
The green wind, like steel blades, relentlessly slaughtered the living beings below.
The cultivators of Youxiong Country stood no chance; even Emperor Huang suffered a deep wound on his chest.
"Ha ha ha! Heavenly Emperor’s Envoy? Do you know who I am?"
A voice echoed through the green wind.
As the voice spoke, the green wind transford into an army of thousands, charging at Song Lin.
"So strong!"
Song Lin’s heart sank.
Could this truly be an ancient evil god?
With this thought, Song Lin activated the Heavenly Human Connection.
Crash! Crash! Crash!!
Several Platinum Divine Thunderbolts descended,
shattering the surrounding green wind.
Yet the green wind, formless and intangible, reford instantly.
"I am the ancient Dafeng. Back then, I followed Gonggong in waging war across the realms. Even Yi couldn’t handle . And you?"
The green wind continued its onslaught, diminishing the numbers of the Rampant Soldiers further.
Fortunately, Dafeng was focusing all his power on Song Lin, allowing the human clan below to escape.
Out of twenty thousand Youxiong Soldiers, fewer than thirty made it out alive.
As Song Lin faced the endless onslaught of Dafeng, a sense of helplessness crept into his heart.
If not for his focus on studying new paths, he wouldn’t be in such a weak state now.
Only now did Song Lin understand that the evil god feared by the Heavenly Emperor was not the Danqiu Immortal who descended to the Mortal World, but the remnants of ancient evil gods who had rebelled alongside Gonggong.
Crash!
Divine Thunder tore through the stormclouds as Song Lin mounted his carriage to flee.
At that mont, eight pillars reaching the heavens rose from all sides.
Upon closer inspection, they were tornadoes as massive as mountain peaks, stirring the clouds within a hundred-mile radius.
The carriage began to spin as well, and the Heavenly Horse was shredded to bits by the green wind.
"Ah! Damn it!"
The Heavenly Demon Stomach at Song Lin’s waist flew out, and his Five Thunders Heavenly Master Order, Temple Emperor Seal, Coiled Dragon Jade, as well as his cultivation manuals and notes filled with insights, were scattered in all directions.
"Haha, let you take my place imprisoned here! Farewell!!"
Dafeng burst into wild laughter before vanishing.
From then on, the Mortal World would suffer under the occasional malevolence of Dafeng.
He didn’t spare Song Lin out of kindness. Dafeng despised the Heavenly Emperor, despised all Heavenly Emperors.
However, the formation required soone to exchange places with him; otherwise, he couldn’t escape.
Between freedom and vengeance, Dafeng chose freedom.
"Xiangliu, Fuyou, Black Water Xuan Snake, Cold Flood Dragon, Wuzhiqi! I’ll rescue you all soon!!"
After Dafeng left, only Song Lin remained, imprisoned in the pitch-black Blood Mountain.
This dungeon was not a place for secluded cultivation, not a retreat to grow stronger before seeking revenge.
This place was cut off from the outside world, with the Blood Mountain surrounded by invisible walls.
Here, one could not sense the Heavenly Dao, and the essence qi was so thin as to render cultivation impossible.
Surveying the blood-red mountain, Song Lin chuckled bitterly. "Xiangliu, Black Water Xuan Snake... so many ancient evil gods. Well then, I’d best focus on finding a way out."
This land was barren, its soil resembling dried blood.
He had nothing on hand—all his artifacts and manuals had been carried off by Dafeng into the Mortal World.
"Since I’m here, I may as well settle down."
With this in mind, Song Lin devoted himself entirely to research.
...
In this place, the passage of ti felt faint and distant. Song Lin had no idea how long he’d been imprisoned. Were it not for the anchor of the Real World’s ti, he might have already gone mad.
rely thirty or forty short years had passed.
Yet ti continued to flow. Unbeknownst to him, ti within the formation and the outside world moved differently. In the outside world, ages had turned to dust.
The sun rose and set, flowers blood and withered.
Years stretched on, like the long, flowing river.
A single myth was but a fleeting wave.
Without his realizing it, fifteen hundred years had passed in the outside world.
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