The two Demon Emperors fled into the distance.

Song Lin was now also in the Harmonization stage, harmonizing with the Path of Pure Yang. Adding the influence of the Kunlun Ancestral Court to the mix, within this domain, the two Demon Emperors stood no chance of taking him down.

Song Lin looked at the Demon Mirror. Wherever demons were found, a sword strike or a stream of Pure Yang Golden Fire would immediately descend upon them.

From afar, the Palace of the Polestar deployed its power and forces. The demons couldn't even touch his heels before being reduced to ashes on the spot.

"You all can try it too. Communicate with your disciples or focus your intent on any place within the Kunlun region; it should work," he said.

The crowd eagerly began their own experiments.

Especially Chiyou, who appeared utterly delighted. Whenever he spotted a demon that seemed more appetizing, he would manifest his true form, descend to the Mortal World, and devour it in one great gulp. Then, with a swift motion, he would return to the Heavenly Court.

Those cultivators who specialized in refining Taoist Soldiers found themselves even more unoccupied; they simply dispatched soldiers upon discovering any demons.

Shi Yinhua also began testing her abilities. Wherever there were disciples of the Five Immortals, she immediately provided support with the Divine Striking Technique.

In this way, they systematically eradicated the demons one by one.

"This Kunlun Ancestral Court is truly extraordinary," Shi Yinhua couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

The creation of this entity had fundamentally divided the Divine from the Mortal realm. The Donghua Rules were fully enforced, cutting ties with the traditional way of stationing troops to guard the Mortal World. No matter how one might attempt to suppress worldly influences, there had always been places where such attempts fell short.

"Indeed. From now on, the Taoist Alliance shall flourish," the Divine Turtle sighed with emotion.

The sheer marvel of such an array left everyone in awe.

No, this transcended the limits of a mere array; this was a method to alter the very fabric of Heaven and Earth.

Henceforth, the Ancestral Court would reside in the Nine Heavens, overseeing the world, commanding the stars, governing the nexus of Heaven and Earth.

Rather than a hindrance, the vastness of their territory became an advantage, strengthening the Ancestral Court's reach. There would no longer be a need for anyone to defend the borders; with a single deployment by the Ancestral Court's master, troops could arrive anywhere in an instant.

Furthermore, the Court's authority could be delegated to specific departments.

The Thunder Department, Water Department, Mountain and River Emperor, day-and-night patrols, law enforcement and case records—all functions previously handled by the Taoist School could now be fully integrated.

"Hmm? What's this?" At that moment, Wang Ziyue exclaimed.

The crowd followed his gaze and saw a battle displayed in the circular glowing mirror.

The combatants weren't demons; they were all humans.

A white-robed swordsman faced off against the Qingchen Heavenly Master.

The swordsman's techniques were fierce—when he struck, the sun and moon dimmed, the heavens darkened, and it was as if the Chaos of the primordial age had been reborn.

Qingchen, already injured, found it exceedingly difficult to contend with this Primordial Spirit cultivator.

Moreover, the opponent's swordsmanship was of an extraordinary level. Their clash was evenly matched, with gains and losses on both sides.

Song Lin recognized the white-robed cultivator as none other than Jianxin, a former defeated opponent of his.

How could he be defeating Qingchen?

This sparked Song Lin's curiosity.

"Xuanyu Universe—this is Qingchen's ultimate technique. I didn't expect his disciple to have mastered it," someone commented.

The establishment of the Ancestral Court was equivalent to Song Lin proclaiming himself emperor, granting him certain doctrinal authority.

The Spirit Treasure Celestial Master recognized the sword moves Jianxin was executing.

"Hmm, but this is odd—weren't the two of them on the same side? Why are they fighting?" Zhonghuang Zi asked in confusion.

"Perhaps a clash of ideologies."

Everyone could easily guess the underlying reasons: one likely sought surrender, while the other insisted on resistance.

It wasn't just this master-disciple pair; internal conflicts were prevalent within the Xuanzong Shangqing Dao Alliance as well.

Buzz!

Another flash of sword light streaked past.

The two figures shifted positions, each standing apart from the other now.

"Master, you've lost..." Jianxin said slowly.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Qingchen half-knelt on the ground, fresh blood trickling from the corner of his lips.

"Cough... cough... The younger generation surpasses the old… With you leading the rest, I can rest at ease…"

Qingchen's vitality gradually ebbed away. His youthful face aged rapidly, his hair turning gray and weathered—a hero succumbing to time.

Unwilling to witness such a sight, Jianxin stirred his Sword Qi, reducing Qingchen to ashes in an instant.

It was a final gift to his master—a dignified end.

If Qingchen had fallen into the hands of the Donghua Taoist Alliance, one could only imagine the tortures he might have endured.

This was Jianxin's way of sparing him from disgrace.

To preserve his master's lifetime of honor from being utterly destroyed.

In the Ancestral Court above, the onlookers exchanged glances, as if comprehending Jianxin's intentions.

"The case is closed. Let it go," Song Lin said with a wave of his hand.

When it came to Qingchen, Song Lin had always been ambivalent. Perhaps his demise was for the best.

Though Qingchen's strategy held merit—ensuring the Human Clan had a remaining spark—it couldn't override his excessively extreme and selfish methods.

The collapse of Wu Country, the deaths of the Northern Land Human Race, and the fall of Zhang Luyao were all tied to Qingchen's actions.

Moreover, while preserving the Human Clan's spark was a valid goal, abandoning allies during critical junctures was inexcusable.

The loss of the Northwest defensive line had forced the Taoist Alliance to pay a heavy price.

In sum, the damage Qingchen Heavenly Master caused the Human Clan far exceeded that of any ordinary traitor.

His noble intentions couldn't absolve him of his deeply flawed actions.

Song Lin had been prepared to apprehend him and mete out the harshest punishment ever since the Alliance's establishment to serve as a warning for future generations.

Unexpectedly, this matter had resolved itself so easily.

Unexpected, yet not entirely unreasonable.

"Yin Hua, send someone to investigate Jianxin's intentions," Song Lin instructed.

If Jianxin's aim was to set things right, while traitors couldn't be forgiven, others could be reconciled.

Jianxin was a good man, powerful as well, without any blood debts to his name. Furthermore, with the merit of killing Qingchen, he could be accepted by the Taoist Alliance.

The same applied to other righteous individuals participating in this upheaval. As for the rest, Song Lin would subject each to thorough judgment.

"Report!"

Guu Yuchan rushed back into the Palace of the Polestar in a thunderous streak of lightning.

"What's the matter?" Song Lin asked.

"We've captured Emperor Netherworld and Yinn Nan Heavenly Master," Guu Yuchan replied.

"Good. I was just worried about having no one to judge," Song Lin said with a smile.

Like a pillow arriving just as one felt sleepy.

This all-out war against the demons had lasted more than a decade.

The Human Clan suffered over half its population in casualties. Many mid-level forces were wiped out, and numerous Taoist lineages were left without successors.

The Donghua Taoist Alliance alone lost thirty percent of its members, and this was despite the desperate preservation efforts of the five Harmonization Puppets—otherwise, the death toll could have doubled.

As for the Jiuxiao Demon Country, those two bastards had accumulated countless blood debts.

A grand tribunal would soon be convened to judge the Jiuxiao Demon Country's followers.

Ten days later.

The Human Clan successfully reclaimed the entirety of Wu Country's territory.

In the Yujue Demon Country.

"I, too, shall establish a Divine Court!" a figure declared.

In Moyu Country.

"A Divine Court? Not a bad idea," the Moyu Qilin murmured to itself.

Song Lin hadn't anticipated this move would provoke the two Demon Emperors into thinking, "If they can do it, so can we."

Yet a Divine Court wasn't so easily formed. Predictably, chaos would soon engulf the Demon Clan's ranks. This disruption, however, was welcome—it would provide the Human Clan with opportunities to reclaim even more territory.

In the Palace of the Polestar.

The immortals gathered, many of them seeing the interior of the Kunlun Ancestral Court for the first time.

Song Lin sat high on the throne, draped in the radiance of seventy-two colors, resembling a Divine King.

Looking over the crowd, Song Lin smiled and said, "Here's some good news—henceforth, we may call ourselves immortals. Once the mountains and rivers are reorganized, this seat shall commence the apotheosis."

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