"We surrender! We admit defeat!"

After suffering heavy casualties, the cultivators of this realm also lowered their heads.

Song Lin repeatedly emphasized not killing indiscriminately. Before this, he refrained from senseless slaughter during conflicts. Under such an impression, the resistance from the crowd was not particularly strong.

After the successive surrender of small sects, the top-tier experts of both clans also accepted their fate.

"If you can't beat them, join them. At least we get to keep our lives."

"Very well. You may all rise."

With the crowd parting for him, Song Lin walked toward the closed grand gate.

The White Jade Gate towered thousands of feet high, engraved with mysterious patterns, flowers and grasses, birds and insects, auspicious clouds, and mythical beasts.

It also bore the history of the Human Clan's development. Among the depictions, a figure holding a longbow, aiming at the sun in a shooting posture, commanded the central position of the mural.

Song Lin gazed at the patterns on the gate, lost in thought.

Beside him stood Chiyou, Heavenly Mechanism, and the recently loyal top-tier human experts Fusang, Xuanji, and Xuanxiu.

As for the other Demon Clan leaders, those troublemakers had been decisively locked into coffins by Song Lin.

The Demon Clan was naturally endowed with robust physiques, but their stubborn nature made them far harder to tame compared to the smoother adaptability of humans.

The Fusang Saint Master stared at Song Lin's back, his eyes flickering. Though his words expressed submission, deep within, he still harbored ambitions of fighting back.

Once the grand gate opened, perhaps he could use the treasures inside to reverse the situation.

"Fusang, are you aware of the identity of the man in the mural?"

"Me? I do know a little. He should be the legendary Emperor Jiuyang."

Fusang wasn't guessing recklessly, as the Daoist legacy of Fusang Holy Land was rumored to have been passed down by Emperor Jiuyang. The sect's records of Emperor Jiuyang's appearance closely matched the mural depiction.

"Then do you know his true name?"

"I do not."

"The true name of Emperor Jiuyang is Hou Yi!"

Woah!

The moment the name was uttered, the figure in the mural seemed to come alive, bowing courteously toward Song Lin.

"Greetings, Eastern King! After so many years, the Divine Lord has finally arrived here."

The carved figure was vivid and lifelike.

Witnessing the legendary Emperor Jiuyang treat Song Lin with such respect—almost reverence—the people of this realm instantly abandoned any thoughts of rebellion.

The figure was clearly a Divine Split of Emperor Jiuyang. Although it wasn't his True Body, the deference in attitude alone revealed Song Lin's extraordinary status.

The Immortal Sect represented the greatest secret of this realm, and Emperor Jiuyang was the initiator of everything in this lineage. If even Emperor Jiuyang regarded him so highly, how could the juniors in this realm dare to resist?

At that moment, the mural depiction of Hou Yi dissipated, leaving behind a pitch-black hole in its place.

Song Lin extended his finger and lightly pointed at the hole, infusing it with a trace of Pure Yang Power.

The Pure Yang energy filled the black void, transforming it into a golden glow, radiating like the sun itself.

Witnessing this scene, the Fusang Saint Master immediately understood.

No wonder he felt an insatiable greed for the Pure Yang energy within Song Lin—it was the Pure Yang Dao of legend, the Innate Pure Yang comprehended by their sect's founding ancestor, Emperor Jiuyang.

No wonder—clearly, they were of the same bloodline.

The Fusang Saint Master's mindset shifted completely in that instant. If that was the case, then this wasn't surrender; it was a return to their origins.

Crack… Crack…

The grand gate slowly opened.

Behind the gate appeared a golden flame palace.

Atop the palace rested a sun totem. On the left were orchids and jade trees; on the right were verdant waters and unusual plants.

The Immortal Realm before them was shrouded in a misty white haze—a tangible manifestation of Heaven and Earth Essence Qi. Just one breath of it could clear the mind and make one feel as if soaring into transcendence.

"Nine Dragon Fruit, Undying Pill Fruit, Yaochi Water, Longevity Peach, Green Lotus…"

Seeing the items flanking the palace, the cultivators of both the Heavenly Court and this realm were utterly stunned, their gazes fixed in awe.

Each of these Exotic Treasures contained more than ten thousand years of medicinal potency and held a trace of the Great Dao.

Consuming even one would provide immense benefits to experts of their level.

Those from the Heavenly Court had their own protocols to follow. The cultivators of this realm, on the other hand, were ready to charge forward. If not for Song Lin's presence, they might already have started fighting over the treasures.

"Don't rush; there's enough for everyone."

If they had acted impulsively, Song Lin would surely have executed them. In his view, character was far more important than raw strength.

While cultivation could be nurtured, a flawed character was almost impossible to correct. Even practicing the Taiyi Jinhua Scripture could not redeem someone with a heart steeped in malice.

Amid the surrounding abundance of treasures, there would still be leftovers even after allocating one item per individual with aligned Dao. The remainder could be distributed as rewards based on merit.

"Chiyou, keep an eye on this spirit field while I go inside."

"Understood."

With that, Song Lin enveloped himself in golden light and stepped through the yin energy barrier at the entrance, entering the grand hall.

The hall's interior was modestly decorated, devoid of any superfluous furniture. At its center stood a jade platform.

At the heart of the jade platform was a small recess holding a single crystalline, immaculate water droplet—pure and untainted.

This droplet emanated a profoundly refined water essence.

Heavenly Water!

Upon seeing this drop, Song Lin recognized it immediately as the object of his search. Its resemblance left no room for doubt.

This was the Innate Water.

On the stone platform were inscribed several lines of text.

The first lines, deeply etched and timeworn, conveyed the words of Hou Yi. They described how, after tens of thousands of years of development, the West Queen Mother Heavenly Court had broken free from its Small Thousand World and begun establishing the Medium Thousand Heavenly Court.

During this time, the Eastern King returned and resolved significant issues for them, leaving behind a portion of Heavenly Water in this realm as per his instructions.

Below this was a second, shallower inscription in hastily carved script.

Its gist mentioned that the remnants of the Yin-Shang had not been eradicated last time, resulting in the complete failure of the Heavenly Court's arrangements in this realm, leading to its downfall. They had no choice but to abandon this world.

The writing warned Song Lin to remain cautious of the Yin-Shang remnants, as they might still linger in this realm.

"So, it was my own arrangement... Yin-Shang remnants..."

Only now did Song Lin realize that everything had been orchestrated by his past self. He seemed to have been sent to the realm of the West Queen Mother Heavenly Court later, where he might have strategized to leave a portion of Heavenly Water here, smoothing the way for his future self to grasp the Heavenly Water Dao.

As for the so-called Yin-Shang remnants, could it be tied to the Yinn Shang Myth?

The West Queen Mother Heavenly Court seemed to have clashed with them. Although he had resolved part of the conflict, some loose ends might have been left, leading to the Heavenly Court's heavy losses.

Song Lin etched this matter deeply into his memory.

Since the event hadn't occurred yet, the timeline hadn't fully unfolded. Perhaps there was still a chance to correct it in the future.

Yet, it seemed unlikely to change much.

His eventual traversal to the past would likely unfold exactly as it had before.

After all, with his Karma Effect Completion nearing realization, it wouldn't take long before he moved on. If the remnants chose to hide, their location would be impossible to pinpoint.

Having effortlessly obtained the Heavenly Water and with an abundance of resources left by the West Queen Mother Heavenly Court and the cooperation of this world's experts, it seemed likely that his past self had entrusted the task of dealing with the Yin-Shang remnants to his future incarnation.

Yinn Shang Myth didn't encompass a highly sophisticated system. The Heavenly Emperors were merely successive kings, and their myths revolved around bloody and excessive human sacrifices. From the perspective of the Donghua Dao teachings, such entities were destined to be eradicated.

"It seems the greatest obstacle to breaking free from the Small Thousand World is them."

Song Lin mused.

He then sat cross-legged atop the stone platform, closed his eyes, and began meditating, preparing to comprehend the Heavenly Water Dao.

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