The crowd gathered the Daffodil Fruits and returned.
Song Lin instructed everyone, saying, "Follow closely later, don’t fall behind."
Previously, they could split up and act independently, but that’s no longer possible now.
Splitting up makes it easy for the enemy to defeat them one by one.
This ti, Fire Cloud clearly has set his mind on killing him, bringing four out of the Five Masters. The absent Chen Cheng is likely still unwell from his injuries.
Song Lin had shattered Chen Cheng’s dharma body. That man is almost crippled; it’s unlikely he’ll recover in this lifeti.
So now Fire Cloud’s main force only consists of four experts.
Song Lin must defeat them one by one.
At this mont, Yunhai suddenly stood up.
"The ti has co."
With a swift movent, Yunhai rose and led everyone, disappearing into the horizon in an instant.
Tianjie summoned a sheet of black clouds, lifting everyone and closely following behind.
Monts later, the group arrived at a towering mountain.
The peak stretched a thousand zhang high, connecting heaven and earth.
Under the pitch-black night sky, it resembled a divine sword.
At the summit of the mountain were countless points of light, which upon closer inspection turned out to be cultivators of various kinds.
The mbers of the Heaven and Earth Xuan Sect Magic Alliance found an unoccupied open area and promptly settled down.
Song Lin scanned his surroundings, noting that the main forces were split into three groups.
Heaven and Earth Xuan Sect, Black Heaven Law Realm, and Witch God Heavenly King—three Daoist Alliances.
Aside from these three major forces, there were twenty-two smaller groups.
These could be local loose cultivators or perhaps even other Daoist Alliances disguising themselves as loose cultivators.
Thousands stood densely packed in the clouds.
So rode on boats, others on swords, and still others on clouds...
The mbers of the three Daoist Alliances seed simple; none rode Magic Artifacts, rely clouds.
Coming from prestigious sects, they generally avoided revealing their artifacts prematurely.
The Black Heaven Law Realm mbers descended to the ground and began setting up an odd dharma altar.
The altar was constructed with pale bricks that were light, neither tal, stone, nor wood, resembling bones in texture.
The bricks atop the altar were carved with skulls and eerie engravings.
Then, eight cultivators positioned themselves in specific spots and each pulled a live person out from their storage bags.
Eight live humans stood facing outward at eight directions respectively.
These people, their expressions vacant, offered no resistance and bore tattoos indicating their status as slaves.
Slash!
The cultivators suddenly unsheathed their blades and brutally slit the slaves’ throats.
"According to the ancient precepts, we revere the Heavenly Gods and Ghosts, uphold righteousness and the Dao, and invoke the blessings of the Heavenly God..."
The flowing blood filled the etched patterns on the altar.
Above, the dark clouds gathered, swirling into a vortex.
"Rise!"
Black Dragon shouted powerfully.
The crowd transford into black rays, leaping into the vortex, which vanished shortly afterward.
The dark clouds dispersed, revealing Beidou.
In a certain area of the mountain, a distortion faintly appeared.
"Let’s move!"
Yunhai led the group and flew inside.
Tianjie brought his people through another entrance.
Song Lin felt a wave of disorientation hit him.
This sensation was akin to entering a story world.
Yet the feeling lingered, as though falling into boundless darkness.
Outside, other cultivators saw the Heaven and Earth Xuan Sect mbers locating an entry point and followed en masse.
Not only them—hidden figures also erged and followed.
Entering triggered chain reactions.
The Void Realm and True World were linked through specific passages.
The passages themselves were fragile and couldn’t withstand so many people.
Thus, when outsiders surged in all at once...
The passage collapsed instantly.
Boom!
Song Lin heard a violent explosion, followed by chaotic currents tossing everyone around, scattering them.
"Not good!!"
In the nick of ti, he flipped his wrist, summoned the white jade gourd, and drew everyone nearby into the World in the Pot.
Half-conscious, Song Lin activated the Qi Observation Technique.
Within the boundless darkness, he spotted a towering, pitch-black tree.
The giant tree was barren and leafless, its roots sprawling deep into infinite voids as though absorbing nourishnt from them.
Beneath the tree stood a shadowy figure, indistinct.
The figure held a precious jade artifact.
The artifact was blurred, emitting a purple radiance that was continuously absorbed by the shadow.
A hundred and thirty-two differently colored halos hovered behind the figure’s head.
The halos interlocked and rotated, radiating dazzling colors that intertwined harmoniously.
Surrounding the figure were phenona like ice pools, fire trees, thunderclouds, and unidentifiable rain...
Beyond that lay eight glowing spheres, each bearing a distinct color.
Each color represented a different environnt.
Spring, sumr, autumn, winter; wind, flowers, snow, moon.
The nas were beautiful, yet each signified a perilous realm.
This scene flashed briefly in Song Lin’s vision.
Yet it imprinted itself deeply in his mory.
"So there truly are relics... treasures indeed!"
Song Lin thought to himself.
The Heavenly Venerate hadn’t lied to him, but what was his true purpose?
As he pondered, Song Lin landed steadily.
He was in the Wilderness Forest, surrounded by towering trees.
Song Lin released the people from the World in the Pot.
Guu Yuchan and Yan Jiuge led twenty-four Taoists, disheveled and weary.
"What’s going on?" Guu Yuchan asked, still shaken.
"I don’t know. Check the surroundings and report back to ."
Song Lin looked up at the sky; this world had no stars, only streaks of colored rifts spanning across it.
So this is the Void Realm?
"Understood! All Qi Eating Temple mbers, follow !"
Guu Yuchan bellowed, his blue Taoist robe billowing in the wind, releasing ten zhang of True Qi in tangible form, sparks flying and wind roaring.
Electric True Qi enveloped him, forming armor, as he vanished in a blur, with twelve Taoists riding swords closely behind, like swordsn.
"Onward!"
Yan Jiuge transford into a fire sword, with twelve disciples following him atop invisible Qi Swords.
"Impressive, they carry the air of a Grandmaster!"
Song Lin thought silently.
Guu Yuchan and Yan Jiuge were only getting started; others might mock them, but they had true vitality of their sect.
Perhaps people assud their success was rely luck, encountering two extraordinary talents.
Song Lin, however, saw it differently.
The birth of heroes requires the alignnt of ti, place, and people.
He believed their achievents resulted from three parts talent, three parts Taoist School environnt, and four parts his involvent.
Without the Taoist Skill he provided, Guu Yuchan might remain a re Qi Refiner, unable to break through to Divine Establishnt.
Yan Jiuge might achieve slightly more, but his aptitude would cap at Divine Establishnt.
Furthermore, had they stayed in their original Taoist Temple environnt, they might not have lived to mature, possibly being captured by another Taoist and turned into alchemical materials.
"Vitality alone isn’t enough. Luckily, the timing is perfect—let help lay a solid foundation for you."
Song Lin’s eyes glead.
While he waited, he reflected on what he’d seen and heard earlier.
What exactly was the Heavenly Venerate planning?
...
Mingxing Peak.
Zhi Xin enjoyed sipping wine under the moonlight.
In the gentle haze of intoxication, he seed to return to his impassioned youth.
Suddenly, he felt an inexplicable intuition.
Zhi Xin furrowed his brows and summoned his Compass for calculation.
"Hmm? A shift in fate?"
Zhi Xin widened his eyes in astonishnt.
What kind of shift could it be?
Surprised and intrigued, Zhi Xin felt it might be due to his recent progress in his Taoist Realm, offering new insights into fate.
Excitedly, he delved deeper into his calculations.
This ti, he used Song Lin’s two-part thod.
Fate is unpredictable and intricate; success depends entirely on luck or bold actions.
As the progression deepened, Zhi Xin’s face grew paler, with blood faintly seeping from the corner of his mouth.
His Primordial Energy could no longer sustain the intense consumption, but he refused to let go of this rare opportunity.
Perhaps today would be the perfect mont to unravel the Da Yan Heavenly chanism Skill.
Finally, Zhi Xin uncovered a clue.
"Eight Sceneries Peak!"
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