Wushan Heavenly Court, the assembly of immortals has returned to their place.
At this mont, beneath Song Lin sits a three-legged golden crow.
The golden crow is roughly half the height of a human, resembling a raven with an extra leg, its divine light gleaming dazzlingly within its glances.
This is the manifestation of the solar divine status, as well as the embodint of Song Lin's mana; after all, the sun is rely a part of the Innate Yang Qi, and Song Lin could never be confined to the limited status of the sun.
The earlier title of East Lord was rely a temporary asure; the next step is to separate the sun from Yang Qi.
He himself is Yang Qi incarnate, while the sun is the transformation of that Yang Qi, and the golden crow is rely one of his avatars.
This is yet another alternate identity, but this identity cannot replace the true self.
The golden crow transford into the figure of a handso man, with golden hair and a golden robe adorned with red sun motifs.
Though it is an avatar of Song Lin, it carries no familial resemblance; the two are entirely independent entities, with neither consciousness subordinate to the other.
After the golden crow revealed its form, it bowed to Song Lin: "Golden Crow pays respects to the Divine Lord and thanks the Divine Lord for the grace of rebirth."
"No need for formalities. From now on, the Heavenly Emperor shall be the Golden Crow, titled as the Golden Crow Emperor."
Song Lin announced to everyone.
The immortals saluted the Heavenly Emperor.
Kunlun's Heavenly Emperor was Hou Yi, and Wushan Heavenly Court's Heavenly Emperor is now the Golden Crow.
In contrast to the mortal world, a Heavenly Court does not necessarily possess only one Great Emperor; it may have many.
Much like how various Small Thousand Worlds each have their own Jade Emperor.
These Jade Emperors are not always created from the sa mold; differing personalities prevail among them.
Song Lin believed that, for the sake of preserving diversity in future celestial systems, it would be most beneficial for different individuals to ascend as Heavenly Emperors, tailored to the characteristics of each world.
For instance, the Wushan Heavenly Court clearly carries the distinct essence of Chu Myth.
Song Lin did not wish to alter this; myth is not a mortal dynasty, where creations are suppressed out of a desire for stability in accordance with a singular template—it would render the effort pointless.
"Henceforth, Wushan Heavenly Court is handed over to you. I shall transcend this realm, hoping that at so future mont you'll break free from the Small Thousand World and reunite with . There are still countless wonders awaiting you all in the days ahead."
"Is the Divine Lord about to ascend?"
The immortals were astonished, uneasy at Song Lin's impending departure.
Song Lin had brought an end to ancient chaos, ushering in the Wushan Heavenly Court era.
Now, with Song Lin departing, what would happen next?
"From now on, the Golden Crow shall guide you. We shall et again in the distant future."
Song Lin repeated the sa words he had once said to the Queen Mother of the West.
Indeed, they were destined to reunite in that faraway future.
Song Lin's ambitions were vast.
With the Monster Chronicles in hand, it was impossible for him to progress step by step like other forces.
He could plan far into the future, reuniting in the real world at the appointed mont, heralding a grand convergence.
By then, the power of the Heavenly Court would multiply severalfold.
For Song Lin, this tiline may rely span several hundred years or a few millennia, but for those within the narrative's world, it could an tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of years—or perhaps so would simply be washed away in the currents of history.
Betrayals might even occur.
Song Lin, of course, was unconcerned; risks are inevitable. At the very least, traces of his existence remain, sparing him the need to start anew.
"Farewell."
With that, Song Lin transford into a streak of rainbow light and vanished.
This realm reached its end.
The immortals morialized Song Lin's teachings in their hearts, wholeheartedly fulfilling their Heavenly Court duties. Under the leadership of the Golden Crow Emperor, they spread the Taoist legacy across the cosmos.
Chu Myth did not fade away; instead, the gods joined the Heavenly Court, ushering in a new era.
This era was later known as the Eastern King Era. Taiyi beca a relic of the past; nonetheless, Taiyi was never discarded but revered as a Creator God, as profound as Pangu. Rembered always, even the Eastern King's Heavenly Court honored Taiyi.
The real world.
Song Lin returned to this realm.
Without hesitation, he exchanged for the Ancient Green Candle Lamp.
The candlelight flickered faintly, reflecting his face and adding a touch of age-long lancholy.
This artifact can substitute for the sun and possesses imnse power, akin to the sun itself.
Song Lin had witnessed the might of this treasure firsthand—Candle Dragon used it to ignite a star.
Perhaps his own Taoist Realm was slightly inadequate, but it was not entirely impossible to achieve the sa.
"Then let's learn the Candle Dragon thod: venture to space first, then use the lamp's fla to replace the sun, absorbing the solar power step by step to elevate myself toward the Harmonization Realm."
In his final battle against Candle Dragon, he had directly consud the sun, as he had already reached the peak, completing the ultimate step.
In the real world, without Taiyi, he needed to progress gradually. Candle Dragon's plan was the most rigorous and thorough.
Step one: obstruct the sun. Step two: replace it with candlelight.
Experiencing the process of becoming the sun, while comprehending the lamp's fla and absorbing solar energy—this was the swiftest thod.
No learning thod could surpass embodying the sun itself.
Step three is the ultimate step: achieving Harmonization Perfection.
At Harmonization Perfection, one becos an invincible entity of the era.
Whether confronted by the Demon Clan, enigmatic alien champions, or domain demons from the Upper Pure Demon Tribulation.
As for strength comparable to his—few exist.
With these thoughts, Song Lin stepped out of the World in the Pot.
The dharma images of the immortals were silent; none had awakened.
Song Lin had not inford anyone in advance.
Surveying the surroundings, Donghua Heavenly Court was orderly as always.
Xuanpu, Zengcheng, the mountain foot, and Four Corners Mountain reflected tranquility, where humans, gods, ghosts, and demons focused on cultivation or enjoyed monts of leisure, traveling through mountains and rivers in small groups.
Song Lin refrained from revealing himself, for at his current level, his re presence would inevitably disturb the peace and make others feel uneasy due to the overwhelming weight of his identity.
Much like how a monarch entering a small tavern for a al creates discomfort not only among diners but staff alike.
It was far better to roam freely on his own.
At night, Song Lin concealed his form and quietly flew into the boundless starry sky.
He did not deploy any grand formations imdiately but instead carried the Ancient Green Candle Lamp to the periphery of the sun.
The solar winds ignited, reaching tens of thousands of feet high, carrying destruction in their blaze.
The flas failed to get close to him, blocked effortlessly by the candlelight.
Two forces of the sa origin, naturally, produced no vehent conflict, rely neutralizing one another with ease.
The first task Song Lin set out to achieve was body refinent through Nine-Nine Returns to One.
Only after completing this step would he replace the sun, ensuring that when he beca the sun, even demons and monsters throwing themselves desperately at the task wouldn't be able to disrupt his resolve.
Solar refinent of the body progresses faster but carries greater dangers than ordinary star refinent, but he had once wielded the experience gained in the narrative world—not rely the experience, in fact.
He had physically crossed realms with his body, and the Taoist cultivation gained from star refinent translated into his abilities here in reality.
The discrepancy in ti caused certain shortcomings in his cultivation level, thus requiring supplent.
Step by step, Song Lin advanced past gaseous flas and dove into the molten ocean as he plunged headlong.
Absorbing solar energy, tempering his physical form through Nine-Nine Returns to One.
These events transpired hastily; Song Lin did not alert anyone. Most assud he was still secluded within the World in the Pot.
Immortal Emperor Court.
A thousand-foot-high mountain lood, with Yin winds howling and ghostly wails echoing.
Countless ghosts and gods flew across the skies, road the earth, or lingered underwater.
The Taishi Demon Emperor had gone mad, turning this place into a complete Ghost Realm.
Ghosts demand blood offerings, and the Taishi Demon Emperor supplied them with demons. Now, true demons were almost entirely extinct.
"Eight hundred million Ghost Soldiers, not enough, still not enough!"
The more ghosts, the better. When the demon food supply was depleted, the next target would surely beco the Human Clan—or else the Taishi Demon Emperor would be the one consud.
"Song Lin, are you ready?"
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