Chapter 477: Chapter 419: North Emperor Black Law, Tianhe Defeated
Shoucheng Heavenly Master arrived with his entourage.
"This realm is not bad!"
Shoucheng surveyed the land and couldn’t help but nurture a hint of greed in his heart.
Standing beside him were several tribulation crossing experts, including Five Kill Taoist, who had dealt with Song Lin several times, and Long Buddhist, who had long cooperated with Song Lin.
"Heavenly Master speaks the truth. This realm is not inferior to the Nine-layered World of the Spirit Treasure Celestial Master. After this battle, why not claim this realm?"
The white-haired, crimson-eyed Five Kill Taoist spoke.
Long Buddhist remained solemn, not uttering a word.
His relationship with Song Lin wasn’t bad, and the two had dealt with each other for quite a long time. Both emotionally and rationally, it didn’t feel right to turn on Song Lin.
To be fair, Long Buddhist didn’t want to be here.
"Long Buddhist, what do you think?"
Shoucheng Heavenly Master deliberately asked.
Long Buddhist could only agree, saying, "Heavenly Master speaks the truth. This realm should belong to the Weiling Sect."
"Good! Strike now!"
Shoucheng Heavenly Master issued the directive.
Upon hearing this, Long Buddhist formed a hand gesture, chanting under his breath.
Golden mana burst forth, transforming into hundreds of dragons in the sky.
Roar!!
The dragon roars shook the heavens!
Others summoned various Taoist soldiers, talismans, and demonic qi.
The Weiling Sect focused on dharma altar ceremonies and used ritualistic spellcasting to slay their enemies.
In theory, they could strike enemies thousands of miles away.
In practice, this was the case.
Most of the Weiling Sect members arrived in the form of yin spirits or dharma bodies, while their true forms remained deep within the Taoist School—even the Shoucheng Heavenly Master did likewise.
The spells began to descend, indiscriminately targeting everyone below.
At that moment, a beam of golden light surged upward, piercing through the cosmos and bathing the world in gold.
Under the dazzling and pristine sunlight, all yin spirits, spells, and dharma images were obliterated.
Only Shoucheng Heavenly Master remained among the crowd.
Even though their true forms were hidden in the Taoist School, their souls suffered immense damage, leaving them at risk of becoming soulless bodies—akin to living corpses.
Shoucheng Heavenly Master fared no better. The golden light felt unbearably oppressive, as though he were inside a furnace.
A little longer, and even his divine soul seemed at risk of igniting.
The golden light coalesced into a human figure.
"So, you’re here?"
Song Lin chuckled softly.
Boom!
Before Shoucheng Heavenly Master could react, Song Lin launched a fierce attack.
The twelve astral stars shimmered faintly in the void, transforming into twelve Divine Generals.
With gold, wood, wind, water; Taoist soldiers, ghost-killing techniques, dharma guardians, Five Mountains, 72 Transformations, pestilence controlling spells, Eight Sceneries Sword, Thunder Skill... the twelve Divine Generals, each equivalent in power to Song Lin himself, formed an array and surged forward.
"Is this it?"
By this time, Shoucheng Heavenly Master had recovered his composure, a faint sneer playing across his face as nine divine altars appeared in the void.
One altar summoned the five-colored Five Elements light, another released Taibai Killing Aura, yet another sent forth five great hell demons...
The altars unleashed countless spells.
The variety even surpassed what Song Lin had summoned.
As the Heavenly Master of the Weiling Sect, Shoucheng was known as the "Nine-Altar Heavenly Master," having inherited most of the dharma altar ceremonies of the Heaven and Earth Xuanmen Alliance—blessings, rain invocation, evil cleansing, demon extermination, ghost interrogation, god summoning, and various altar-related spells.
The nine altars in the sky were manifestations of his primordial spirit and the essence of his dharma altar techniques.
In Shoucheng Heavenly Master’s view, Song Lin was utterly overestimating himself, daring to challenge him in spellcraft.
Boom!
The myriad spells destroyed the twelve astral stars alongside their accompanying techniques.
From Song Lin’s perspective, the external world became imperceptible—he was surrounded on all sides by sinister demons, awe-inspiring Taoist soldiers, and dazzling yet perilous divine lights.
Boom!
The spells engulfed his body.
Before Shoucheng Heavenly Master could feel triumphant, a golden figure emerged from the smoke.
The golden figure had three heads and six arms, resembling Song Lin.
The overwhelming qi and blood radiating from him stung Shoucheng’s dharma form.
Boom!
Six fists struck forth!
The entire sky dimmed—a majestic mountain appeared.
The blazing sun hung high, illuminating the ten directions of the world.
Beneath the scorching sun stood the towering mountain.
Its perimeter stretched for miles, resembling a pillar supporting the heavens; its terraces and pavilions were the residence of Immortal Gods and Earth Deities.
This was the manifestation of the Great Jade Capital.
Kunlun Mountain’s oppressive might far surpassed that of the Five Mountains True Form Map.
After all, the Five Mountains True Form Map was but an imitation, whereas the Great Jade Capital was something Song Lin had personally witnessed and comprehended.
Boom!
The nine altars collapsed instantly.
Shoucheng Heavenly Master’s dharma body creaked ominously, seemingly on the verge of disintegrating.
Only now, at this moment, did Shoucheng understand the meaning behind Tianhe’s words.
Tianhe once said that Song Lin was an unbeatable force, a foe who must be worn down gradually to subdue.
At the time, Shoucheng Heavenly Master scoffed at the notion, dismissing the threat posed by a mere lightning tribulation cultivator.
Now, however, he truly understood.
Song Lin had already closed in on Shoucheng, his flesh fortified by the Human Immortal Martial Way, rendering him increasingly indestructible.
Boom!
Six fists descended, carrying the overwhelming power to overturn Kunlun Mountain.
Shoucheng Heavenly Master’s dharma form shattered on the spot.
The residual force didn’t dissipate, even gouging out a massive hole in this world.
"Haha! You may defeat me, but you cannot overcome Tianhe."
Shoucheng Heavenly Master laughed as he disappeared.
"Oh? Perhaps so."
Song Lin flew out of the realm.
He saw cultivators from both sides locked in battle, indistinguishable from one another.
The Nine Yin and Nine Yang Demons fiercely clashed with Tianhe’s Eight Ghost Kings, and Ao Qing personally led forces against Donghua cultivators.
Zhengxin, Mei Hua, Tian Sha, and others commanded their troops in combat.
The battle was extremely intense, with no clear distinction between victors and losers.
For Donghua cultivators, it was their first time encountering such large-scale chaos.
The lives of countless beings within a thousand miles were lost; the heavens were ablaze, raining fire from above.
At this point, distinctions between friend and foe blurred, and mortals couldn’t avoid the crossfire.
Song Lin headed straight for Tianhe.
"Tianhe, you old dog, your grandfather is here!"
Golden, Innate Pure Yang Qi burst forth without reservation, like sunlight illuminating icy snow. Weaker demons instantly dissolved into ash.
Tianhe’s Eight Ghost Kings began to smolder, their flesh emitting white smoke.
After consuming the undying medicine, the Heaven and Earth Prohibition Formation was rendered entirely ineffective against Song Lin.
He transformed into his Nine-Transformation Profound Skill dharma body to confront the Roaring Wind Ghost King, whose gale-like steel blade dealt no harm to him.
"Good! Today you shall all be dealt with!" Tianhe sneered coldly, brandishing the Golden Jade Seal and One Qi Divine Cauldron, unleashing spells upon Song Lin.
The two innate treasures wielded immeasurable power.
Having learned his lesson, Tianhe refrained from deploying destructive spells, instead opting for binding techniques.
The tide of battle shifted slightly once again.
The Eight Ghost Kings assailed Zhonghuang Zi, while Tianhe maneuvered the treasures against Song Lin.
The struggle was evenly matched, but Ao Qing, an expert nearly akin to a primordial spirit, continued wreaking havoc below.
Ao Qing transformed into a thousand-foot White Dragon, unstoppable by any force.
"Why not assist your fellow Taoists?" Tianhe mocked.
Song Lin didn’t reply, instead closing his eyes tightly.
Zhengxin was the first to be grievously injured and retreat, his fate uncertain.
Yuanbo’s Nine Sons Ghost Mother was overcome and subsequently devoured by the White Dragon.
Xiao Xuan perished, Lu Mingyang’s troops were defeated, leading to his on-site demise, Tian Sha suffered severe injuries—Qingyu, Xiangling, and others similarly gravely wounded. Pei Yu fell in battle; Zhou Xuan fell in battle...
Wang Ziyue, as the Donghua Taoist, led by example, fighting valiantly until his entire body was unrecognizable.
"Haha, exhilarating! My warriors, follow me!"
One familiar and unfamiliar face after another fell in this cataclysmic battle.
The roars of the cultivators, the wails of mortals.
Those hidden observers, the covetous eyes, the amused audience, the scheming opportunists.
For the sake of this war, countless sacrifices were made.
This Heavenly Master position was no longer a youthful dream for Song Lin—it had become a burden borne by countless lives.
For the Heavenly Master title, Song Lin never rested or indulged, spending every waking moment on cultivation and scheming—yet not for once had he experienced the thrill of ruling over Taoist Hierarchs or Alliance Hierarchs.
From expanding the Donghua lineage, safeguarding the Human Clan, and reviving the West Queen Mother Country...
The Heavenly Master title was merely a beginning, not an end.
Song Lin didn’t wish to be a savior, but before he realized it, everyone relied on him.
To counter the malice of demons, the arrogance of Heavenly Masters, the disdain and ridicule in Tianhe’s eyes...
He wanted so badly to rip out those scornful gazes!
Rumble!
Dark clouds gathered; lightning danced wildly.
Boom, boom, boom!
The lightning tribulation had arrived!
Under the gaze of the world, the Donghua Great Master bathed in thunder, his golden light radiating as black hair whipped in the storm, the twelve astral stars resembling dharma guardian divine generals, the twenty-four cloud seals unfathomable.
Nine Elders Immortal Capital Seal, Emperor Sword, Furnace of Eight Trigrams, Sun Jade Carriage... supreme treasures revolved around him.
While crossing the tribulation, he killed enemies simultaneously.
Song Lin opened his eyes, looking toward the shocked Tianhe, and said:
"Tianhe, you old dog! It’s time to settle the score!"
The Ziwei Dao Pattern surfaced at his brow.
Dark clouds parted, revealing the Emperor Ziwei Star.
Through the lightning tribulation, Song Lin sensed the workings of heavenly mechanisms.
Tianhe realized something was amiss and immediately summoned the Eight Ghost Kings, abandoning Zhonghuang Zi altogether.
The Eight Ghost Kings, each with primordial spirit strength, unleashed their full power.
"Tianpeng, Tianpeng, Nine Yuan Slaughter Boy. Five Ding Magistrate, Gao Diao North Elder. Seven Luminaries, Eight Spirits, Supreme Ferociousness. Long-headed Giant Beast, grasping the Emperor Bell..."
Endless black qi descended from the Nine Heavens, madly pouring into Song Lin’s body.
The destructive demonic qi first began to corrode Song Lin’s flesh.
Fortunately, Innate Yang Qi within him guarded his core.
This technique was once recorded in the *Western Ocean Record.*
The last invocation relied on the protection of the Xuantian God; this time, Song Lin had the support of Innate Qi.
Were it not for this safeguard, Song Lin wouldn’t dare unleash such a spell—the first victim would have been himself.
From others’ perspectives, Song Lin now appeared as pitch-black entity, constantly leaking demonic qi, with prominent and sharp horns—a Great Demon.
This was the Six Palace Great Demon formed by the Ziwei Dao Pattern combined with the power of the North Pole Ziwei Star.
The Six Palace Great Demon created an incredibly intense visual impact.
No lightning tribulation could harm it anymore.
At this moment, the Eight Ghost Kings charged forward.
The Six Palace Great Demon wielded the Emperor Bell, striking fiercely.
Boom!
The Ghost Kings’ bodies collapsed, subsequently swallowed into its mouth.
Crack!
The pitch-black Emperor Bell shattered two innate treasures, faintly covering the earth, its crimson gaze locking onto Tianhe.
"No!!"
Tianhe couldn’t believe it—he was utterly defeated.