All the elite members and high-ranking figures of the sects gathered here, traveling on starships, gourds, treasure swords, wooden rafts, and other vessels floating in the void.

Countless colorful spells landed on Song Lin's Golden Body.

Subjected to so many spells, Song Lin's avatar could not endure; its size diminished, and soon, it would dissipate into nothingness.

The crowd formed a circle of encirclement, and everyone knew that Song Lin was already at the end of his rope.

"Heh, heh, what tricks do you have left now?" sneered the Red Flame Divine Phoenix coldly.

The Fusang Saint Master's eyes flashed with greed; such pure and untainted Pure Yang Power—obtaining it might advance his Taoist Realm significantly.

A difference between 50% and 90% Harmonization may seem small, but at this level, every step forward might require hundreds to thousands of years of arduous effort.

Forget 90%, even the gap between 50% and 60% might be vaster than the difference between mortals and Harmonization Experts.

The higher one ascends, every subtle difference becomes an insurmountable chasm.

Boom!

Just as everyone thought the outcome was certain.

A resounding explosion spread across the void from the distant sky, a searing heat leaving them dry-mouthed and parched.

Turning their gaze, they saw that something had happened to the sun.

The sun, the very foundation upon which all beings in this starry domain depended, had begun to explode, provoking panic across the crowd.

Golden radiance from the sun coalesced into a massive golden door.

From the center of that door surged countless forces.

Taoist Soldiers clad in golden armor, ghosts cloaked in Yin Wind, Martial Artists whose blood energy pierced the heavens, and demons radiating sinister demon energy.

The army numbered more than five million.

Standing at the forefront were titanic figures with Copper Heads and Iron Foreheads, the Unihorn Xiezhi Beast, the pitch-black ominous Qilin, and the Divine Turtle wrapped in golden light.

Among them stood the Three Corpses Primordial Spirit, Tianji Elder, and Lingying, the master of the demonic turtles.

Several Harmonization Experts of the Heavenly Court had entirely assembled.

The Taoist Soldiers continued to amass, soon reaching a number of ten million.

"Sons, follow me to battle!"

Born for war, Chiyou roared excitedly.

Blood energy transformed into billions of blades, spears, swords, and halberds, cascading like meteors upon the stars below.

Chiyou led the Taoist Soldiers, Xiezhi commanded the demons, and the Moyu Qilin took charge of the ghostly forces.

The main forces plunged into the depths of the starry skies, while the others led their troops to assault various other stars.

The situation shifted dramatically and spiraled out of control in an instant.

This was the first major war since the establishment of the Heavenly Court.

Boom!

"Divine Lord, I have come to your rescue!"

The armies moved swiftly, arriving at the battlefield in the blink of an eye, where Chiyou charged forward without hesitation.

He clashed ferociously with the Xuanji Saint Master, his overwhelming blood energy even absorbing the energy of others in reverse.

Xiezhi charged forward with its single horn, radiating the righteous light of the Great Dao across all sides. Those touched by its white radiance seemed to endure a judgment; those who couldn't withstand it coughed blood, their Primordial Energy severely damaged—and some even died instantly.

"Roar!"

The Moyu Qilin broke through the crowd's encirclement, reaching Song Lin beneath him.

"Good, you're finally here," Song Lin said, mounting the Moyu Qilin. With the Pure Yang Treasure Sword, he severed his bindings, and his steed leapt into the Heavenly Court's encampment miles away.

"We pay our respects to the Divine Lord!"

"We pay our respects to the Eastern King!"

"Your humble servant apologizes for arriving late to your aid; I beg the Divine Lord's forgiveness!"

Wang Ziyue stepped forward to report.

"Ha ha, you were fast enough. I hadn't expected you to be this timely,"

Song Lin said with satisfaction. Though the peaceful years had lasted long, they had not lost their strength in battle.

Amidst his ministers' reverence, Song Lin, with his golden shimmering dharma body, appeared as though he were a Divine King in control of the sun, moon, and stars.

The strongest in this world were profoundly shaken in disbelief.

It turned out that this mysterious figure was an extraterrestrial visitor—the legendary Heavenly Court Master. Even a Great Emperor would exert no less grandeur than this.

Song Lin pointed his sword at the enemy.

He was not yet a Divine King or Heavenly Emperor, but this battle was a monumental step toward the expansion of the Heavenly Court—and his first stride toward becoming the Divine King Heavenly Emperor.

Claiming this Star Domain would elevate the Heavenly Court's powers beyond the combined might of all the forces on the Ancestor Star.

"The enemy is before us! Everyone, attack together!"

The demon clan's Phoenix and Dragon King, along with the human clan's Three Saints and Two Mountains, rallied simultaneously.

They collided with the millions-strong army.

Yet the Heavenly Court refrained from direct confrontation, instead positioning Taoist Soldiers and Ghost Soldiers as the first line of defense. Hundreds of thousands formed the Eight Formation Map, a golden Eight Diagram spanning miles, creating an unbreakable iron fortress.

The Taoist Soldiers and Ghost Soldiers were expendable; even if lost, they could return through the dharma altar treasure seal—costing only mana and materials.

But the beings of this world were different; they were living, breathing existences. When they died, they truly perished.

No matter how great the disparity in casualties, even a trade of one for ten thousand was a worthwhile sacrifice.

Meanwhile, human warriors and demon soldiers formed encircling forces to intercept reinforcements or pursue fleeing enemy troops.

Chiyou and the other leaders remained focused on battling the supreme experts.

With the aid of the crowd, the Divine Phoenix, Dragon King, and Fusang Saint Master were sealed within the Heavenly Burial Coffin.

Others were similarly defeated; typically, they weren't killed, but if they resisted to the bitter end, Song Lin had no choice but to deliver a fatal blow.

Elite experts like the Mystical Saint Master and White Robed Taoist, along with multiple Harmonization figures, were slain, and high-ranking demon masters suffered heavy losses.

Boom!

"You deserve death, ahh!!"

A Demon Clan Great Saint wept blood; all his kin were annihilated—now he sought only revenge. Even knowing he couldn't win, he wanted nothing more than to make Song Lin suffer.

Splurt!

The Pure Yang Treasure Sword pierced through his chest.

The translucent blade reflected Song Lin's cold and callous face.

War was war.

Song Lin felt no regret.

This world, and even All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds, would eventually conform to his ideals.

The Six Heavenly Old Qi must be eradicated.

Evil Qi, Ghost Qi, Stagnant Qi, Demon Qi, Malevolent Qi… Such things needed no justification; they were destined to be obliterated.

This civilization hadn't provoked the Heavenly Court; indeed, morally speaking, the Heavenly Court could be deemed an invasive force that brought ruin to their lands.

Shing...

Song Lin struck down another Harmonization figure.

"Shameless scum!"

The opponent cursed furiously before their death, but Song Lin remained unmoved.

Whether righteousness or wickedness,

The Heavenly Court had committed no wrong; if anything, it followed the path of justice.

From the perspective of the mortals, what had this civilization achieved?

For hundreds of thousands of years, cultivators ruled the world, leaving the mortal world as stagnant as a dead pond. Not only had cultivators failed to bring any progress, but they also engaged in constant warfare, pillaging, and slaughter; mortals lived in perpetual fear, dreading spillover effects on their lives.

Mortals were forbidden to offend cultivators, yet cultivators could slaughter mortals at will.

This was the world seen through mortal eyes.

What of the Heavenly Court? In just a few decades of ruling the Mortal World, the land flourished; all beings lived without worry, under clear rules that deterred cultivators from interfering in mortal affairs. Furthermore, the creativity of the Heavenly Court greatly enhanced mortal productivity.

Under the Heavenly Court's unification of the Mortal World, the Three Realms underwent profound transformation—from mutant beasts stronger than oxen that plowed a thousand miles in a day, to anomalous bulls and horses traveling a thousand miles a day, to Mystical Machines that satisfied communication and entertainment.

Additionally, charity orphanage and eldercare programs had been expanded. Within ten years, the intention was for every corner of the Mortal Realm to ensure children would be cared for and elders looked after.

This is the change brought forth by the Heavenly Court.

An orderly Three Realms where all beings lived in peace.

From a mortal's perspective, what if they weren't saviors?

"We surrender!"

As the leaders of the human and demon clans in this region said the words, the war came to an end.

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