Qiuci Palace.
At this point, two months have passed in the story world.
In the secret chamber, Song Lin was practicing martial arts in ditation, adjusting his breath.
The Emperor’s True Energy spread across the secret chamber like moonlight, and so of the leaked energy gradually gave the barren carpet life.
Floating before Song Lin was the Temple Emperor Seal.
On it were depictions of Erlang God, the Seven Saints, and various Rampant Soldiers.
With his cultivation breaking through to Divine Establishnt, the number of summons increased from five thousand to ten thousand.
Additionally, the Seven Saints could now be summoned.
Whoosh!
A gust of Yin Wind swept past, and seven figures appeared before Song Lin.
Silver helms and unadorned armor, a white-haired, long-ard White Ape—Yuann Hong; twin horns atop his head, golden armor and red robe—a Water Buffalo—Jin Dasheng; dual sabers in hand, black robe and black hair—a Black Dog—Dai Li...
Seven generals in total, each half-kneeling before Song Lin.
"Rise. Head out to find Erlang God."
Erlang God was Song Lin’s protector, tasked with patrolling and gathering intelligence outside.
This world contained monks, demons, and myths of Kunlun and Penglai.
Undoubtedly, it was a very dangerous world.
Although essence blood defined the world’s upper limits, it didn’t an the limit was solely at the Divine Establishnt Period.
In theory, the quality of essence blood determined the level of higher-tier experts in this world.
Divine Establishnt Period cultivators were certainly considered experts, but the actual upper limit far exceeded this—maybe Perfect Divine Establishnt pushing towards dharma image in Foundation Establishnt, or even Core Formation.
Core Formation cultivators could live for a thousand years, which in so worlds was the entry-level standard for lower-tier immortals.
Erlang God had yet to return with intelligence, so Song Lin took the ti to study the Void Capturing Technique.
The Void Capturing Technique was a spell for transmitting objects. Two individuals practicing the technique could create a cross-dinsional pathway for delivering items.
Three days passed, and Song Lin successfully mastered the Void Capturing Technique.
"Hmm?" Just as Song Lin activated the spell, he discovered through the Taiyin Bone Mirror that there was a fleeting black spot near his Dantian.
He suspected he was mistaken, so he ran the spell again.
Again, a black spot flickered—this ti larger than before.
The black spot was minuscule, about one percent the size of a pinhead. If Song Lin weren’t intimately familiar with his own body, he might’ve overlooked it.
"Is this a dark gate?" Song Lin wondered silently.
Indeed, nothing in this world ca without strings attached; this so-called Blessing eting was undoubtedly problematic.
Song Lin experinted further and discovered that every activation of the Void Capturing Technique made the black spot grow larger, extending tendril-like webs.
During each operation of True Qi, there was a subtle loss—almost imperceptible—but over the course of a day, the True Qi loss accumulated considerably.
Oddly, the lost True Qi seed to return.
Song Lin couldn’t help but speculate.
Where there’s a loss, there must be a recipient. In this story world, with no upper source, the energy returned automatically.
But in the real world, things might not be the sa.
The more frequent the use of the Void Capturing Technique, the faster the black spot spread. By the ti it beca evident, it might already be too late.
If his suspicions were correct, the Heavenly Venerate was likely the mastermind, and the Blessing eting wasn’t a genuine gathering for mutual aid, but a tool for siphoning others’ Taoist Realm.
"I need to find an opportunity to break away," Song Lin murmured to himself.
Just then, Erlang God returned with his n.
"Lord, we’ve gathered the information."
"Speak."
Erlang God began his report.
The Han Dynasty had fallen; following the chaos of the Three Kingdoms and the two Jin Dynasties, the realm split into the Northern and Southern Dynasties.
The Northern Dynasty was Northern Zhou, and the Southern Dynasty was the Chen Dynasty.
With the loss of the Western Region, the Central Plains Dynasty hadn’t exchanged with Western Region countries for over a hundred years. Current information ca from ordinary rchants.
"Any news about the Moon Cultivators? What about Kunlun’s Queen Mother?"
Since Song Lin’s status as Moon Cultivation Great Witch had been acknowledged in this world, it implied the existence of the Kunlun God System—possibly a continuation of the Moon Cultivation World.
"No legends about Moon Cultivators have been heard. As for Kunlun Mountain, it’s barren, though there are a few Buddhist temples there."
Song Lin understood then; it was unlikely the original Moon Cultivation World.
In that world, he had already destroyed Baima Temple, severing links between the Buddhist Sect and Central Earth.
This world had flourishing Buddhist teachings, including even a Bodhisattva Emperor, clearly indicating it wasn’t the sa world.
"If that’s the case, what’s the karma of this realm?" Song Lin pondered.
He originally assud it was to suppress Buddhism, yet even when killing a monk recently, there was no reaction from karma—perhaps the opportunity for transcendence lay elsewhere.
"Alright, you may leave for now."
Song Lin didn’t wish to involve himself in mundane disputes—there was no benefit. In the past, such matters were useful for gathering karma, which was why he interfered.
For now, he wanted to cultivate, stabilize his Divine Soul, and observe shifts in the situation.
This realm contained both a mortal world and the Four Heavenly Kings, the Buddhist mythological heavens.
The Buddhist Sect and Taoist School had natural conflicts. Acting rashly at this stage might provoke a siege—without an unbeatable Taoist Realm, it was better to remain discreet for the ti being.
Half a month passed.
One day, Bai Zheluo ca as usual early in the morning to report court affairs and the handling of various matters.
"Decide these matters on your own from now on. Don’t consult about them." Song Lin waved dismissively.
This fellow was clever, using such thods to show loyalty.
"If there’s nothing else, you may leave."
"Great Witch, there’s one more matter. Soone claiming to be a disciple of Ghost Valley has co to visit."
"Hmm?" Song Lin’s brows furrowed at hearing a very familiar term.
Ghost Valley? Such a distant mory—it harkened back to the Taiyin Refining World. The only ones who knew of Song Lin’s identity as the Ghost Valley Master would be descendants of Fangxian Dao.
So much ti had passed that Song Lin had nearly forgotten about them.
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"Let them in," Song Lin said.
Soon, led by Bai Zheluo, an elderly, white-haired man entered.
Song Lin imdiately recognized him.
"Ann Qi, it’s been a while." Song Lin smiled brightly, pleased to encounter an acquaintance in a foreign world—surely a thing to be joyful about?
"Greetings, Grandmaster!"
Ann Qi kowtowed deeply. Having lived since the Pre-Qin period and accumulated countless legends, Ann Qi couldn’t suppress his excitent at reuniting with an old master.
"No need for formalities, rise and speak."
Bai Zheluo dismissed everyone, leaving only Song Lin and Ann Qi.
Noticing the mark on Song Lin’s forehead, Ann Qi exclaid in astonishnt, "The symbol of a Kunlun deity—is it true, Grandmaster? You’ve beco a god?"
"Indeed. I ascended to the Turquoise Pool, and The Queen Mother of the West conferred upon the rank of Moon Cultivation Great Witch. How do you know about Kunlun deities?"
"I once traveled Kunlun and t a talking bird. The bird god claid to be Kunlun’s Guardian God, and we conversed for so ti."
"And then?"
"Later, I entered seclusion for cultivation. When I awakened, the gods had vanished, and Buddhism had taken root."
Ann Qi continued, "It wasn’t just the Kunlun gods—our Fangxian Dao colleagues had also disappeared without a trace."
He’d visited the base of Lishan near Qin Shi Huang’s Tomb, finding the corpse intact but with Ying Zheng and Fangxian Dao mbers missing.
Through inquiries, he learned the events were far from simple.
During Emperor Heng of Han’s reign, two masters from Tianzhu traveled west, passing by Lishan. Noticing disturbances beneath Lishan, they advised the emperor that demons were present.
The emperor ordered the monks to perform exorcisms. Having achieved great cultivation, Ying Zheng naturally repelled them, sending them fleeing disgracefully.
However, defeating lesser foes brought forth their superiors. The monks called reinforcents from Tianzhu—dozens of experts who surrounded Ying Zheng, overwhelming him until he vanished without a trace.
"I’ve searched for years and obtained a clue. The Fangxian Dao mbers went to East Sea Penglai Immortal Mountain. The Western Region has an entity that knows their whereabouts."
"Who?"
"Sodha Po Hen King."
"This king was originally located in Tianzhu and participated in the siege on Ying Zheng and Fangxian Dao. Later, he offended King Jiantuo Luo, who had him cast into a gold statue. Eventually discovered by King Jiantuo Luo, the king ordered his limbs severed and discarded in the wilderness, after which rchants brought him to the Western Region."
The trail ended there.
Song Lin summoned Bai Zheluo and asked, "Who in the Western Region possesses a statue without limbs?"
Bai Zheluo’s brows furrowed in surprise, saying, "Great Witch, I actually do know—the world’s only treasure of that description resides with the King of Gumo Country."
The limbless statue was stored in the treasure vault of the Gumo Country King.
Upon learning this, Song Lin ordered Bai Zheluo to gather troops and prepare for departure.
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