There are approximately three to five hundred years left until the Upper Pure Thirty-Six Demonic Tribulations. Though this period isn’t long, many things could change in the interim.
Soon, the Teng Snake and Shipeng Turtle clans received orders from their superiors: as long as they manage to destroy the Heaven and Earth Xuann Alliance, they would be granted seats among the Ten Great Clans.
Three days later, Wu Country launched an attack on Xia Country (the Heaven and Earth Xuann Alliance) along the border. Zhonghuang Zi took troops to guard the frontier, marking the southwestern battlefield.
anwhile, the army of the Nine Heavens Demon Kingdom in the north took the opportunity to invade. The Spirit Treasure Celestial Master went to defend the area.
The scale of the war wasn’t significant—both sides refrained from unleashing their high-tier cultivators, remaining alert to each other’s moves.
With the advantage of fighting on ho terrain, coupled with their focus on defense, the Xia Army proved formidable, causing greater casualties among the enemy forces.
This aligned with the Demon Clan’s strategy: if the Human Clan wore themselves down through internal conflict, they could step in at the opportune mont, thus preserving their strength.
The strategy reflected lessons learned from prior battles, resulting in a more cautious approach this ti.
The Demon Clan was far from a reckless beast charging blindly ahead; otherwise, they wouldn’t have achieved their current status as dominators of Heaven and Earth.
Heaven and Earth Xuann Alliance.
In Xuanyu City, Heavenly Masters and calculation experts gathered furiously, engaged in intense computations. The skies blazed with radiance, while the void manifested countless runes converging. The compass calculated billions of iterations per breath.
Zhengxin stood at the center, surrounded by others who maintained their positions according to the array, continuously channeling energy.
Suddenly, a golden edict erged in the void, inscribed with densely packed texts.
Among them were excerpts from the Three Emperors Scripture.
Indeed, Xiao Mao True Monarch had entrusted the script of the Three Emperors to Song Lin.
The mont the scripture was deciphered, it even startled Song Lin.
Gazing at the sky where the characters appeared, Song Lin instantly grasped a missing cultivation technique, finally resolving the deficiencies in previous inheritances.
"Excellent," Song Lin said with a smile.
It turned out that the complete version of the Celestial Stars’ Thirty-Six Cloud Sigils actually comprised the Celestial Stars’ One Hundred and Eight Cloud Sigils.
The division followed the numbers of the Thirty-Six and the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends.
Only at the Unity Realm Stage could one cultivate these techniques to completion. The Cloud Seal system’s strength lay in its ability to incorporate spells from different systems into one’s cultivation.
Hence, Sanmao Taoists gained a reputation for versatility, adept at employing both righteous and evil skills without adverse effects.
The Alliance, however, lacked this system, resulting in an eerie atmosphere pervading its ranks.
In truth, this was an old flaw of the Sanmao Heavenly Dao.
When such inheritance issues arose, many vile offshoot practices erged, leading to stories where shady factions often resembled Mao Mountain Taoists.
At its core, the problem stemd from the absence of this system.
Beyond this, the Three Emperors Secret Seal Principle concerned techniques for fabricating diverse Dharma Seals.
Talismans and seals were standard equipnt for Sanmao Heavenly Taoists.
Seals could engrave the Great Dao, enhancing the talisman’s potency, while also validating its inclusion in the talisman system.
"Quickly spread this spell. Pass it to the Spirit Treasure Celestial Master and ensure all disciples master this system. From here on, all savage thods for spell cultivation are strictly prohibited."
The advent of this Cloud Seal Talisman Technique brought Song Lin a sense of relief—at least for now, there was no need to purge their ranks.
As for prior actions, they couldn’t be judged retroactively. It’s a fundantal principle that laws cannot pursue past wrongs.
However, if any thods were excessively barbaric, violating original Taoist regulations rather than the Donghua Rules, Song Lin would still exact accountability.
For violations of previous Taoist rules, however long they may have persisted, Song Lin intended to pursue consequences.
Taking advantage of this period of peace, internal affairs were reford wherever possible.
Any dissatisfied individual was free to leave, with no efforts to obstruct them.
Once all arrangents were finalized,
Song Lin re-entered the novel’s world.
It was best to cultivate the Thirty-Six Cloud Sigils to completion in this world or deepen his connection with the Great Dao.
Nine Peaks Mountain.
Bathed in golden light, Song Lin appeared as though transford into a blazing sun, illuminating the entire world.
Not far off, stood his two disciples, Li Xie and another. One of them trained soldiers, while the other delved into talisman techniques.
Since embracing the Cloud Seal system, their previous weaknesses were resolved.
After decades of expansion, the Pure Yang Sect now boasted a thousand disciples, forming the foundation for its long-term establishnt in this realm.
Having completed his cultivation, Song Lin stood at the edge of a cliff, observing his disciples whose exhalations soared into winds and clouds.
He could discern traces of future magic veins in these individuals.
Perhaps, by influencing these disciples, he could indirectly shape the world of the future.
As this thought arose, Song Lin swiftly dismissed it.
Leaving aside the so-called butterfly effect, even the slightest deviations could bring anguish to his previous self, the one from the Five Elders Xuanke Temple.
Furthermore, this was two hundred thousand years in the past—comprehending the era two hundred thousand years in the future was impossible.
Even if sothing were left behind now, the erosion of ti would alter it, not just over two hundred thousand years, but even after re two thousand years.
So, he pondered that if he wished to impact the future,
First, it must avoid creating butterfly effects. Second, it must endure over ti.
Thinking this, Song Lin glanced at the Heaven and Earth Xuann atop the mountain.
There indeed lay an invaluable resource!
"The key can open the treasure vault of the Heaven and Earth Xuann or summon the Heavenly Dao Soldiers. That is to say, without the key, the contents within remain unchanged."
Upon this realization, Song Lin decided what to exchange for.
The Key to the Heaven and Earth Xuann!
He would retrieve it into the Real World, then unlock the contemporary Heaven and Earth Xuann.
Why not directly exchange for the Heaven and Earth Xuann itself?
What if removing it led to the destruction of its Dao lineage midway? After all, this artifact was comparable in strength to Magic Treasures.
Earlier, he’d entertained a plan to bring the Heaven and Earth Xuann from the Real World and swap the two Xuann.
But further investigation revealed this idea wouldn’t work—the Heaven and Earth Xuann hadn’t been projected into this tiline.
Could it be that the sa object cannot simultaneously exist in the sa spaceti?
His Heaven and Earth Xuann in the Real World belonged to the future, while this Heaven and Earth Xuann was of a different tiline, rendering their coexistence impossible.
"But wait—if I take the key, wouldn’t the future generations be forced to use this realm’s space while losing access to the treasure vault and Heavenly Dao Soldiers? It would only serve as another Magic Treasure."
The case was cracked.
The decline of the Heaven and Earth Xuann might have been tied to Song Lin. Perhaps Spirit Treasure was inadvertently undermined by him.
Once he obtained the key, he intended to place certain items in the Xuann’s hidden space according to his plan.
Thinking this, he summoned both Li Xie and the other disciple.
"The 15th of July will soon arrive. What kind of demons predominantly reside within the underworld realm? Have you found out yet?"
"The gateway to the underworld is in a place called Tielan Mountain. It’s said that this area houses a Ten-thousand-Year Zombie."
"Zombies?"
Song Lin pondered silently.
The information seed reliable—in Zibu Yu’s worldview, the underworld had a King Yan, while the Mortal World was often ravaged by zombies and demons.
Zombies were categorized into three major types: zombies, drought evils, and hou.
A zombie evolves into a drought evil and then becos a hou.
The classifications of zombies roughly fell into grades like purple zombies, white zombies, green zombies, Mao zombies, and flying zombies. Purple zombies were the weakest, while flying zombies could carry out heavenly flight, earthly escape, and spell usage.
The cultivation of a Ten-thousand-Year Flying Zombie likely rivaled the Primordial Spirit realm.
Drought evils were even more formidable—it’s said they caused barren lands for thousands of miles.
Drought evils evolved from zombies and had three main forms: one resembled a monkey with a single horn known as Beast Evil; another evolved from zombies and was called Ghost Evil; the strongest, nad "Gee," had an eye on its forehead, could consu dragons, and possessed boundless magical power.
Drought evils eventually transford into hou.
This category represented the Demon Lord of Mayhem tier, legendary creatures said to require Taoist Heavenly Venerates or Buddhist Buddhas to suppress.
Conventional wisdom suggested that the strongest beings in this world wouldn’t exceed the Unity Realm Stage, making the appearance of a hou an improbability.
"Then it must be you."
Song Lin silently decided.
Capture as many zombies as possible, then refine them into Protectors, saving them for use tens of thousands of years later.
After deliberation, zombies seed the most reliable choice.
Most creatures couldn’t survive for two hundred thousand years, but zombies were uniquely suited for such longevity.
Only two months remained until the 15th of July.
The group amassed strength, preparing to dismantle this underworld realm in one decisive strike—potentially revealing the whereabouts of the Tiger Talisman Key along the way.
15th of July. Evening.
Song Lin and Mao Zhong gazed at the crimson blood moon, their hearts heavy with foreboding.
"Sothing feels wrong—this is a hundred-year convergence of Yin Year, Yin Month, and Yin Day, compounded by the Seven Stars Aligned. Tonight will likely see a fierce battle."
Mao Zhong looked solemn; he hadn’t encountered such dire circumstances in his lifeti.
(Two parts conclude the story; an extra Chapter for alliance hierarchy updates at midnight.)
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