Now their doubts have been resolved.
It turns out he is from another world.
Everyone understood that, after all, back then, weak as they were, who would dare reveal the truth?
Back then, even a re Primordial Spirit Tianhe was enough to repeatedly push them into desperate situations.
Though surprised, their reaction wasn't overly dramatic.
In fact, they had been harboring suspicions for so ti. In the later stages, Song Lin no longer bothered to make excuses. Take King Wen's Eight Diagrams, for instance; even though he didn't utter King Wen's na, nor did he claim credit, he rely ntioned it as the work of an old man.
Previously, people vaguely speculated whether the Heavenly Emperor might possess so ability to traverse worlds.
Now it seed this notion was confird.
In this bizarre and mysterious world, having so extraordinary ability was necessary to command the respect of others, and Song Lin's capabilities only deepened their admiration.
If one's strength is slightly weaker, others will covet it; but if it far exceeds the competition, one simply becos the object of envy.
The Zhonghuang Zi encountered ghosts and gods from the Upper Immortal World, and upon noticing that they also practiced the Divine Demon Skill, curiously asked a question.
The other party, though weak in cultivation, practiced a purer version of the Divine Demon Skill.
"Mount Tai Lady?"
"Mount Tai Lady is the Lord of the Netherworld. The Divine Demon Skill was passed down by her," a ghostly figure replied.
This statent clarified Zhonghuang Zi's long-held confusion.
In those days, he couldn't understand how Song Lin, being unrelated to the Netherworld and not practicing the Divine Demon Skill, managed to discover such an authentic Divine Demon cultivation thod to fill the flaws of their magic veins.
It turns out the teaching had co from Mount Tai Lady.
"Mount Tai Lady…" Upon hearing this na, an image flashed in Song Lin's mind—a delicate figure. Once, he had shared a romantic history with Mount Tai Lady.
In the end, she ascended as Bixia Yuanjun and disappeared into realms unknown.
The White-Browed Master of Ei was also soone who originated from that place.
The Upper Immortal World was likely once under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Court, but perhaps it was later abandoned. Or possibly, these individuals were rely training in the Upper Immortal World, hinting that Mount Tai Lady was only a Divine Split of Bixia Yuanjun.
Regardless, the Upper Immortal World still held significant value worth exploring.
The interaction between several small thousand worlds brought considerable mutual benefit to both sides.
After today, many prepared to retreat and attempt breakthroughs to Primordial Spirit or Harmonization.
As for Heavenly Immortal-level breakthroughs, none were imminent; perhaps after encountering the dium Thousand Heavenly Court, more would erge.
The demons within this realm had been completely eradicated, and through the teleportation capabilities of the Palace of the Polestar, everyone journeyed to various stars to quell uprisings.
In less than two years, the thirty-sixth Upper Pure Demon Tribulation concluded.
The next Demon Tribulation would likely bring stronger Outer Heaven Demons, but that would be in ten thousand years.
In ten thousand years, the Heavenly Court's strength could multiply hundreds of tis over.
Within the Palace of the Polestar, all cultivators above Core Formation gathered.
"Since the establishnt of the Heavenly Court, the first Demon Tribulation has passed. Congratulations to all immortals! Congratulations to all sentient beings!"
Song Lin raised his wine glass, filled with red water infused with the Nine-Transformation Great Returning Pill, its dicinal potency now a hundredfold greater than before.
"Cheers!"
All immortals raised their glasses and drank it in one gulp.
Tonight, the wine was unlimited.
To the right of the Palace of the Polestar stood a semi-transparent jade tree, laden with abundant fruits. A Heavenly Lady Immortal Official stepped forward to pluck them and place them before the immortals.
Each Taiyin Fruit could prolong life by three hundred years and enhance cultivation and physical constitution.
One fruit per cultivator above Core Formation was granted, as they had contributed the most, often fighting on the front lines.
Further allocations of fruits were awarded based on rit.
But what if the fruits weren't enough?
Then they would be nurtured anew.
"Heavenly Emperor, the dharma altar has been completed."
At this mont, Ji Chang and the cultivators from Donghua Heavenly Court ca forward to report.
In the center of the Taiyin Forest stood a nine-zhang-tall, octagonal Coiled Dragon dharma altar.
Atop the altar was an idol of the Shenxiao Heavenly Emperor, surrounded by golden silk and copper wire extending into intricate array patterns.
This was the Earth Sacrificial Altar, which restored vitality to the land and infused energy into all things upon it.
Song Lin waved his hand and summoned the Heavenly Burial Coffin, pulling out from within a three-inch-tall yellow figure.
"Song Lin! If you have the guts, kill ! You will surely et a terrible fate soday!"
The Taishi Demon Emperor continued to rail against Song Lin.
He was defiant, unwilling even in death to submit.
As an Innate Divine Being created by the earth itself, his path should have been far grander. This realm's Heavenly Court should have been prepared for him, while Song Lin was a re mortal who only surpassed him through sheer luck.
Taishi had already learned from Emperor Yi the truth behind Song Lin's abilities.
He felt that such power, in his own hands, could be wielded far better.
He refused to accept that he had lost to soone who relied solely on fortune.
"It seems you remain unconvinced? It doesn't matter, stray dog."
Song Lin ascended the dharma altar and sealed Taishi's true form upon it.
Closing his eyes for a mont, Song Lin initiated the Heavenly Human Connection.
As the master of the Heavenly Court, he had no need to pray to any divinity.
"What… What is this… No!"
The altar lit up, and Taishi was horrified to discover his power draining rapidly.
"I don't want to die! Song Lin, no! Heavenly Emperor, spare !"
"I'm not killing you. Relax. From now on, you're one of us."
Song Lin smiled and leapt off the altar, allowing the array to siphon off Taishi's energy.
With the added strength of Heavenly Immortal power, the battle-ravaged land and stars began to heal, and previously irreparable damage gradually returned to normalcy.
The Heavenly Realm also resud its forr state.
Of course, the Taiyin Tree benefited the most, its numbers soaring to eight thousand, each tree brimming with mature fruits.
In an instant, the fruits ripened.
Song Lin ordered them to be harvested and used as rewards for all Core Formation cultivators.
One fruit per person was the minimum compensation for participation in the battle.
Additional rewards were distributed based on individual contributions: extra Taiyin Fruits, red water, pills, rits, Magic Artifacts, cave mansions, and so on.
These responsibilities were delegated to subordinates for managent.
Of course, cultivators below Core Formation were also rewarded—the basic rewards being rits and red water, with further bonuses depending on the Civil Academy's deliberations.
Afterwards, positions and titles were assigned.
Song Lin couldn't rely just on promises; not delivering on them would be embarrassing.
The banquet served not only to celebrate but also to foster familiarity among individuals from different worlds, ensuring smoother collaboration as colleagues within the sa court and mitigating unnecessary rivalries.
Song Lin wasn't a mortal monarch, so he didn't need to employ balancing tactics. To him, a united Heavenly Court was far more efficient for governing a universe.
Of course, most individuals would remain active within their respective Small Thousand Worlds and likely never et for an entire lifeti.
The banquet reached its climax.
Lu Wu, the steward of heaven and earth, flew into the air, freely singing in harmonious tones; Young Master Xiao Bai, the White Dragon, played a tiless flute, while Lord Yunzhong humd along.
The Wushan Heavenly Court cultivators from the Taiyi Myth, skilled in singing and dancing, added an exuberant atmosphere to the gathering.
"Master, what should be done with the four Heavenly Immortals?" Ji Dan asked quietly.
"First, drain them of their power. The dium Thousand World has yet to be constructed, and their mana should suffice for now. Afterwards, cast them into the Death River for reformation."
The Death River scrubs away all impurities, as it did in the West Zhou World against the remnants of Yinn Shang.
However, these opponents were Heavenly Immortal-level cultivators, along with a Great Demon King. Simply tossing them into the Death River without prior tornt would take an unpredictable number of years to cleanse them completely.
Before that, it was wiser to put them to use rather than waste them outright.
Song Lin resolved to complete the construction of the dium Thousand Heavenly Court after the banquet and subsequently conceal the dium Thousand World.
As the banquet continued...
In the boundless Great Thousand World.
The Great Thousand World encompassed all things, with countless wondrous and fantastical scenes within.
Beneath the Great Thousand World lay the Small Thousand Worlds.
The dium Thousand Worlds, built by sentient beings, served as interdiary worlds—not naturally ford—smaller than the Great Thousand yet larger than the Small Thousand.
The world contained Yin and Yang, Innate and Acquired realms, heat and cold, righteousness and evil... two opposing forces, which fundantally illustrated the essence of existence, wherein all interdiary states inevitably move towards one of the two extres.
dium Thousand Worlds were artificially created as products of enhanced order, inherently becoming irresistible targets for all devils.
This chaos was the essence underlying the Great Thousand World.
In a certain corner of the marvelous Great Thousand World...
Earth hovered amidst countless stars and multicolored cosmic streams, with majestic Star Palaces perched atop great stellar arms.
In the convergence of myriad stars, a cultivator, donning a Yin Yang Crown and dressed in an Eight Diagrams Robe, ditated in stillness.
If Song Lin were present, he would instantly recognize this figure as Xiao Mao True Monarch.
Xiao Mao True Monarch suddenly opened his eyes.
It happened to coincide with the mont Song Lin sent the signal for their agreed-upon rendezvous.
"So, you've finally co…"
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