"I just don't like this guy using my na."
"And who are you?" Duke of Thunder asked with a smile.
"The Eastern King!"
"Such audacity! To dare profane a mythical Great Power!"
This ti, Duke of Thunder attacked without hesitation.
A sea of lightning descended, engulfing the two as if drowning them in a storm of electricity.
Pure Yang, knowing his imminent death, chuckled carefreely and said:
"Haha, you've touched this guy's reverse scale. Duke of Thunder is soone who's good at currying favors, likely wanting to impress the Eastern King now."
"Let's see how he performs." Song Lin replied casually, smiling.
"Do you really think you're the Eastern King?" Pure Yang's eyes widened as he questioned, uncertain if this guy had lost his mind or been cursed.
Clearly a mortal, yet boasting so shalessly.
"You doubt ?"
The lightning drew closer, yet Song Lin's expression remained calm.
"Of course I doubt you; you have no mana."
"Mana is just an external tool. True strength cos from understanding the realm of the Great Dao and possessing an unyielding mind."
It was this mont that Song Lin truly grasped sothing.
Why the ancient Saints never regarded cultivation as their essence.
So discarded their physical forms, reincarnating as mortals without leaving a way back.
Others willingly passed into extinction, becoming re lifeless entities.
Because they were cultivating sothing entirely new.
They sought to understand the Dao, to return to primordial truth.
So didn't even practice cultivation and let themselves die naturally.
Take Confucius as an example—the Sage truly passed away, leaving no legacy, entirely vanishing in the river of history.
Yet throughout All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds, he remains immortal, etched deeply into the historical currents.
This is a suprely high realm.
"Hmm…"
It was only now that Pure Yang realized sothing.
Though the two had spoken for so long, the lightning above hadn't struck down to kill him.
He raised his head to see that everything around him was frozen.
Light, lightning, people, breezes, sounds…
Only the two of them remained unaffected.
"Senior, is this your doing?"
Pure Yang asked in astonishnt, subconsciously using honorifics.
"Indeed."
Song Lin waved his hand.
Whoosh!
A blazing golden light cut through the void.
The vast power of Pure Yang instantly reduced Duke of Thunder and his followers to ashes.
Pure Yang, being a disciple of the Eastern King's Taoist legacy, naturally recognized the source of this power.
"But this shouldn't be possible—only one person should inherit the Taoist legacy. Why are there two? Senior, when did your bloodline awaken?"
Boom!
Before Song Lin could answer.
A golden gate tore through the void.
From the gate erged two figures.
The leading middle-aged man wore a golden Taoist robe, adorned with the image of a golden solar disk, holding a lamp in his hand.
Behind him followed a young man, whose features bore a slight resemblance but conveyed more brash arrogance.
"The Eastern King!"
Seeing this strong Primordial Spirit entity appear, Pure Yang's pupils contracted.
This person was none other than the legendary Eastern King.
When Pure Yang caught sight of the man trailing behind the Eastern King, his eyes turned blood-red, filled with uncontainable wrath.
That man was the Eastern King's descendant, the very culprit who had insulted his sister.
Song Lin quickly restrained Pure Yang's impulsive action.
The two Eastern Kings gazed at each other across space.
"You declare yourself the Eastern King too?" The true Eastern King asked with a smile.
"Are you the disgrace tarnishing the Eastern King's na?" Song Lin retorted.
"Hmph, my descendant made mistakes, and I shall punish him. But if you intervene, do not bla for being unkind."
Boom!
The Eastern King struck fiercely.
Flas surged forth, surrounding them from all directions.
The fire moved faster than light; there was virtually no delay between launch and combustion.
Yet in that mont, the flas were all absorbed by Song Lin.
As he walked toward the two n, Song Lin continued absorbing the fire from the Eastern King's lamp.
In the blink of an eye, he stood right beside them.
And now, even the Eastern King himself stood dumbfounded, rooted to the spot.
"Stop pretending to be the Eastern King if you lack the presence to uphold the role. At your level, you'd be standing around like a servant in the Palace of the Polestar without any distinction."
"Spare…"
The Eastern King's pupils contracted as he realized the truth in Song Lin's words. Just as he was about to plead, both he and his descendant were reduced to ash in the next instant.
"Disciple pays respects to the Eastern King! Many thanks for avenging , Eastern King!"
With a thud, Pure Yang dropped to his knees.
Gazing at this man of unfathomable depth, Pure Yang finally confird it.
This man truly was the divine being who erged from legend.
He was the embodint of myth, the true representation of the divine.
From then on, more and more individuals ca to challenge Song Lin.
They were formidable in their own right; Song Lin's body, after all, had cultivated for less than ten years.
But Song Lin had already mastered the Spiritual Dao.
Even without practicing cultivation techniques, he could directly sense the Dao and command its power.
This power required no cultivation.
He was the Dao itself.
Song Lin fought his way into the depths of the Myth Organization.
Using Buddhist thods, he assessed the karma and causal ties of individuals. Those with heavy karmic debts were slain outright; those below a certain threshold were captured.
Soon, a group of people stood within the grand hall.
No matter how striking their features were, male or female, each bore bruised and battered faces.
Song Lin sat in the seat once occupied by Taiyi, while the others dared not utter a word of dissent. So bore gazes of reverence, believing Song Lin to be the true Eastern King and embodint of myth.
Others suspected Song Lin was rely a demon arising from so secret realm.
"The Taiyi God won't forgive you."
"Good, then summon him now!"
Whoosh!
As his words fell.
A golden gate suddenly opened.
A man wearing a faceless mask erged.
Seeing Song Lin, Taiyi removed his mask.
Apart from two golden eyes, this figure had no other facial features, resembling a lting candle.
"So that's how it is!"
As the Taiyi God grasped the essence of the Ti-Space Dao, he imdiately understood what had occurred.
In a flicker of movent.
He used his unique abilities to travel twenty years into the past.
In front of the orphanage.
An infant cried loudly.
This was Song Lin of the past.
Step by step, Taiyi advanced, murderous intent flashing in his gaze.
His figure appeared ghostlike, as this past tiline was not his domain. Unable to fully manifest his form, he had no control over this world's substances.
So-called ti travel was limited rely to observing the threads of ti.
Taiyi activated his ability, his golden eyes gleaming.
On the balcony of the ninth floor, a woman hung out clothing to dry, her back almost hitting a flowerpot.
If the flowerpot fell, it would crush the infant beneath.
Just a little closer, a tiny bit more…
Suddenly, Taiyi sensed a powerful suction force.
His figure was pulled into a black hole.
In a flash, he found himself back in the grand hall.
Standing before him was Song Lin, holding sothing that made Taiyi's hair stand on end.
It was an ancient scroll.
When Song Lin gently unfurled it, it revealed a diagram depicting the cosmic network.
Mystical and intricate, profoundly enigmatic.
As Taiyi stood frozen, Song Lin smiled and said:
"So this is how soone could control ti—your true form is the Luoshu scroll itself. How convenient for ."
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