In the void, a massive phoenix appeared, its back spanning a thousand miles, its wings spreading two thousand miles wide, and flames burning as fiercely as the sun.

This was none other than the Red Flame God Emperor, the strongest of the Demon Clan.

By its side stood the top-tier Great Saint Peng King and the Five-clawed Dragon King of the Demon Clan.

The three Great Demon Lords were jointly combating fifteen powerful Human Clan cultivators.

Present among them were Yang Xuanji of Fusang, the Supreme Xuanji Saint, the Mystical Saint, the White Robed Taoist, and the Xuanxiu Mountain Master of Taodu Mountain.

The pinnacle cultivators from the Human Clan's three regions and two mountains had all assembled, with additional high-level members from various sects, demon and monster factions, and their subsidiary forces encircling them.

This ancient path could only accommodate one person at a time, but that didn't necessarily mean the rest must die.

Some forces, knowing they had no chance, simply pledged allegiance to those they believed could someday become a Great Emperor.

A Great Emperor would be the strongest of the era. Supporting one before their ascension could ensure a sect's survival through the Demon Tribulation and bring wealth and prosperity for thousands of years.

Different factions threw their support behind different individuals, without strictly adhering to the divide between the Human Clan and Demon Clan. Humans could ally with demons, and demons with humans.

Fierce battles erupted across the void.

The two sides fought bitterly, neither yielding an inch.

At that moment, a golden light pierced through the void.

A golden carriage descended and paused at the scene.

The powerful Pure Yang Power it radiated illuminated the pitch-black void.

In that instant, the crowd felt as if they were facing the sun itself.

No, this was something even more searing than the sun.

The Fusang Saint Master halted his attack.

With golden hair and golden eyes, the Fusang Saint Master bore the bloodline of the Three-legged Golden Crow, naturally wielding the power of the sun. However, compared to Song Lin, it was like a firefly beside the sun.

As he ceased his assault, the others also instinctively paused.

The sight of Song Lin instantly reminded everyone of the recently famed Donghua Taoist.

This person had risen to prominence from nowhere, defeating countless experts, claiming to be a disciple of Divine Lady Mountain. However, everyone present knew this claim was undoubtedly a lie.

As Song Lin approached, the others quietly grew vigilant.

The phoenix cautiously observed Song Lin, astonished, and asked, "What is your purpose here?"

The Fusang Saint Master said, "Pure Yang…"

Hearing the words exchanged, Song Lin finally shifted his gaze from the gate before him.

He now felt certain.

The West Queen Mother Heavenly Court had indeed left something in this realm, something left specifically for him.

The restriction on the gate was imbued with Pure Yin Power, which could only be broken by Pure Yang; otherwise, it could not be breached.

The reason it opened once every ten thousand years might have been due to flaws in the array over time, allowing outsiders to enter.

Inside, there might be something he desired. And whatever it was, it seemed no one else could claim it. The West Queen Mother Heavenly Court had likely left other things as well.

With this thought, Song Lin returned to his senses, smiling at the crowd as he said, "I have come here not for myself, but for the Three Realms. Entering alone would be meaningless—sharing with everyone is far more entertaining."

Hearing this, Xuanji asked, "You have a way to open the gate?"

If the gate could be opened, it would be ideal. At least not as many people would die—typically, at least half perished, with most of the survivors crippled, and only a rare few escaped unscathed.

"Of course."

With that, Song Lin flew toward the gate.

His movement immediately triggered the tightened nerves of the crowd.

"Daring fool!"

Boom!

The phoenix unleashed a fiery blast of crimson flames. The void twisted under its searing intensity as a massive Red Dragon, spanning ten thousand feet, surged toward Song Lin.

Bang!

The flames struck the Furnace of Eight Trigrams and were subsequently absorbed by it.

Song Lin's actions incited rage among the crowd.

All manner of spells rained down in unison, enveloping a radius of a thousand miles in a kaleidoscope of energy spheres.

The pinnacle cultivators possessed at least fifty percent Harmonization power. Concentrated on a single individual, their force was unimaginably terrifying.

The surrounding cultivators fled instantly, fearing collateral damage, lest they died without even knowing how.

Just as the crowd assumed Song Lin had perished,

streaks of golden light pierced through the energy sphere.

A colossal golden dharma image manifested in the sky.

This image was Song Lin, magnified tens of thousands of times.

His garments transformed into a vestment robe adorned with golden trims and silver accents, impervious to the overwhelming heat of the energies surrounding him.

"Everyone, attack together—take him down first!"

The Peng King bellowed, his wings flapping to summon boundless Wind Blades that converged into gray tornadoes, surging like waves.

Everyone understood that Song Lin's cultivation was likely far superior to anyone present.

If they dragged the battle out until the Immortal Gate opened, they were unlikely to outmatch this man. It was better to kill him now while they had the chance.

"Noisy pest!"

Song Lin cast a cold glance at the Peng King. A golden light flickered in his eyes, and the Peng King suddenly ignited in flames.

The fire clung to him, utterly inextinguishable, and the Peng King writhed on the ground in agony.

"Ahhh! What kind of sorcery is this?!"

Song Lin took a single step, instantly arriving at the Peng King's side. In his hand appeared a coffin the color of jade, as if poised to contain the Peng King within it.

The crowd finally reacted, realizing they were in the same camp, and launched a joint effort to intercept him.

Song Lin paid no heed, as though unaware of the incoming spells, allowing them to strike his body freely.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

His dharma body, a Vajra Indestructible Form, remained entirely unscathed.

With a Star Refining Body and the Nine-Transformation Indestructible Golden Body, his might was far greater than before, a body impervious even to the tempering forces of stars.

Only the Great Dao could suppress him; ordinary spells were virtually futile. Even if they wounded him, his rate of recovery would outmatch the damage dealt.

For such a dharma body, a quick kill was impossible. They could only wear him down over decades or centuries through unrelenting attrition.

Perhaps the old Song Lin might have been susceptible to this approach.

But now, having comprehended the Pure Yang Dao and mastering an ability as unyielding as it was righteous, how could the sun be smothered by mere paper? Naturally, it incinerated all.

Boom!

Song Lin broke through the blockade. The jade coffin closed over the Peng King, sealing him within.

Now, Song Lin stood alone, facing the combined might of the crowd.

Exploiting the gap in the group's strategy to vanquish the Peng King had indeed lightened his burden considerably.

After all, the foes were only at Harmonization.

The situation was more intense than his past clash with the Taishi Demon Emperor.

But Song Lin was no longer who he once was. Now, he wielded ninety percent Harmonization, a Nine-Transformation elite of the highest order.

The sheer numbers of his opponents did not intimidate him.

Alone, he battled over a dozen Harmonization powerhouses, and for the moment, the two sides were evenly matched.

Song Lin appeared to be on the defensive, yet he remained perfectly composed.

Meanwhile, Shi Yinhua had taken advantage of the weakened guarding forces on Taishun Star to begin expanding her territory.

The progress of the Divine Thought near the sun was accelerating.

On one hand, Song Lin truly found his adversaries difficult to deal with; on the other, he was clearly stalling for time.

Once the Heavenly Court army arrived, with the Divine Emperors and True Monarchs providing reinforcements, the outcome would be sealed.

The battle lasted a full month.

Both sides clashed fiercely over the Immortal Gate.

Most of the surrounding star systems had been obliterated in the conflict.

Song Lin finally understood why this starry region had no stars left—not because they never existed, but because they had been destroyed in the endless warfare.

After days upon days of continuous fighting, the enemy employed a relay strategy, fighting in shifts and summoning reinforcement from their sects.

By this point, the surrounding area was teeming with an uncountable number of cultivators.

It appeared as though Song Lin had been cornered with no way out.

The opponents' faces broke into victorious grins.

And then, Song Lin smiled too—the sun had been refined.

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