CHAPTER 450: CHAPTER 392: CENTRAL EMPEROR PRIMORDIAL SPIRIT, THE FOUNDATION OF ELEGANCE

The enormous dharma image of the Mother Tree of All Things merged with the entirety of the world, drawing upon the full reservoir of primordial energy from the Eight Sceneries World.

Crimson Phoenix Blood Mother Qi, azure Xuanming Mother Qi, obsidian Netherworld Ghost Qi, ivory Taichu Essence Qi, emerald Qi of Ten Thousand Woods...

Eighteen primordial energies soared into the heavens, manifesting behind the "Tree-man" in a radiance of eighteen luminous wheels.

The wheels ascended into the sky, enveloping the Eight Sceneries World.

This was his domain, fused with both the heavens and earth. Even if their numbers multiplied tenfold, they could not harm him in the slightest.

The Xuanzhen Eighteen Mother Qi Great Wheel slowly rotated, grinding everything beneath it to dust, shredding and disintegrating all into the purest primordial energy.

The various divisions of the Donghua Taoist Alliance gathered together.

The dharma images of the Nine Sons Ghost Mother and Twelve Yuan Chen floated in mid-air, unleashing various techniques, yet none could destroy the descending Great Grindstone in the heavens.

Every spell, be it the 72 Transformations or others, was completely worn away by the grinding wheel.

Gold, Fire, Wind, and Wood—the Four Divine Generals exchanged glances.

Each took their respective positions in the cardinal directions, unleashing their divine skills.

Cangtian Emperor Wood—black fruit, yellow foliage; Northern Hurricane—formed like an Azure Dragon; South Sea Fire Dragon—Fiery Fire engulfing the heavens; Western Geng Metal—the sword of the firmament.

The four celestial wonders emerged simultaneously, their primordial forces intertwined according to the connections of the Twelve Cloud Seals, faintly forming an array capable of halting the descent of the Great Grindstone.

It must be known that this was the power of the Mother Tree of All Things—its home-field advantage. The grindstone’s might was equivalent to the full-force strike of a Primordial Spirit Cultivator.

"This... the Great Dao of origins—does this not rival the Heavenly Master’s Dao itself?"

Mei Hua was astonished, while Yuanbo and Zhengxin fell into deep contemplation.

Indeed, it wasn’t merely comparable to the Heavenly Master’s Dao; it was almost identical, differing only in realms. His Primordial Spirit lacked the Heavenly Human Connection to manifest the dharma image of the Pure Yang Primordial Spirit.

Thus, it appeared unlike the Heavenly Master’s Dao.

"Five Mountains True Form, Gold Fire Wood Wind—all combined into five Great Daos."

On the surface, Yuanbo appeared calm, yet within, waves of turmoil surged.

Unbelievable—Song Lin actually commanded so many Magic Veins.

Initially, the cooperation with the Donghua Jungle wasn’t due to Song Lin’s strength but their shared enmity with Tianhe.

After eliminating Tianhe, the parties wouldn’t turn on each other but neither would they follow Song Lin’s commands.

Yet, after interacting for some time, Yuanbo and the others realized just how extraordinary this young man named Donghua was.

The Yin Spring Palace faction, including Yuanbo himself, began to align with this place.

Indeed, there was no better haven under the heavens.

Still, deep within, he harbored a doubt.

How many secrets did this man carry? What had yet to be revealed?

Zhengxin once hinted that Song Lin had inadvertently stumbled upon an immortal’s cave mansion, where most of his inheritance originated.

Of course, debating this was pointless, for a strong man needed no explanations.

The majority of sect-founders or rising stars bore countless enigmas; as long as their strength prevailed, people instinctively ignored the implausible. No one would dare press for answers.

"Retreat!"

Zhengxin’s low cry snapped everyone out of their musings.

"Follow me!"

Guu Yuchan transformed into a streak of lightning, forging a path ahead, followed closely by the other divisions.

The group aimed to reach the portal leading to the Real World.

"Hmm?"

Just then, the Heavenly Venerate noticed something amiss.

These people had actually managed to block the Great Grindstone’s assaults.

It exceeded his expectations.

"You cannot escape. I am Heavenly Venerate. Submit to me, and I shall grant you the longevity of eternal life!"

The Heavenly Venerate ascended to the skies, his Demonic Qi surging, his voice echoing throughout the entire realm.

From the void emerged countless tree roots, sealing off all retreat paths of the group, forming an immense sphere of entangled roots.

Simultaneously, eighteen strands of Xuanying Qi transformed into radiant streams that descended.

Wherever they reached, all matter reverted to its most primal essence and was absorbed by the radiance.

Now, the Donghua Alliance was like fish trapped in a barrel, staring death squarely in the face.

"Remarkable strength, destined to be mine!"

The Heavenly Venerate absorbed their power, his face brimming with satisfaction.

He planned to kill some while sparing others.

Those spared would be instructed to capture more, facilitating greater power absorption.

Once he achieved Primordial Spirit status, he would carve out realms and reign supreme.

If he couldn’t become a Heavenly Master, then he would become the most formidable Great Demon beneath the heavens.

His cold gaze shifted unconsciously toward a skeleton beneath the tree.

The skeleton belonged to the last Heavenly Master of Xuanzhen Palace; the Heavenly Venerate stroked the pitch-black Jade Seal in his arms.

This was the Three Realms Heavenly Master Seal—the foundational seal of the Xuanzhen Palace. It held the Great Dao of "Taixu Energy."

The seal naturally generated formless Taixu Qi, devoid of attributes, yet capable of substituting any type of primordial energy.

Qi, colloquially referred to as essence, was the origin of all existence. The seal, coupled with the Mother Tree of All Things, could fully create this world.

With the passage of time, casualties began to mount. Many perished, while others fell under his control and started to attack their own allies.

Boom!

At that moment, a streak of golden light shattered the void, smashing through the sphere of tree roots and rescuing the remaining survivors.

The Heavenly Venerate narrowed his eyes, fixing his gaze on a towering dharma image standing a thousand feet tall.

It bore ram horns atop its head, eyes radiated pure gold, and its steel-like crimson flesh was inscribed with golden runes.

Behind it floated nine sun-like golden spheres and one sphere emanating an extreme chill.

Merely looking at it sent searing flames seemingly through his gaze, scorching his body, while the chill from the freezing sphere numbed him to the core.

"Zhonghuang Zi?"

"Zhonghuang Zi has achieved Primordial Spirit?"

A chorus of cheers erupted!

Having triumphed over the Three Calamities, his Primordial Spirit had transformed into the dharma image of Pure Yang.

This was the essence of the Primordial Spirit!

Zhonghuang Zi, brimming with vigor, cast a single glance.

Boom!

The Nine-Yang Divine Demons descended upon the Mother Tree of All Things.

Boom!

Endless Demon Fire surged forward.

Though the Heavenly Venerate’s power rivaled that of a Primordial Spirit, it was still distinctly weaker. Especially before a being renowned for sheer might like a Divine Demon.

The Heavenly Venerate was driven back, battered and bruised, while the Mother Tree of All Things crumbled inch by inch.

Boom!

The Nine-Yang Divine Demon delivered a mighty punch, burying his foe deep underground.

When the Heavenly Venerate clawed his way back up, he was barely recognizable.

Grasping the Heavenly Master Seal, his face contorted in venomous rage, he sneered: "If I perish, none of you shall live either!"

With those words, he infused all his mana into the Heavenly Master Seal.

The Mother Tree of All Things swayed violently, Demonic Qi surged thousands of feet high, and tree roots sprawled across the void.

Crack! Crack!

The world fractured into web-like fissures, with primordial energy rampaging and multicolored hurricanes wreaking havoc.

This lunatic intended to drag the entire realm into obliteration alongside him!

Zhonghuang Zi’s eyes narrowed as he shouted into the void: "Song Lin, if you don’t show up now, you’ll be salvaging corpses later!"

"Haha! No need to panic, fellow Daoist!"

Whoosh!

Another golden light streaked forth; the Sun Jade Carriage leapt from the chaotic void currents, emerging from a corner of the world.

Accompanying it were nine treasure tripods.

As soon as the tripods appeared, they steadied the rampaging primordial energy like the Ocean Stabilizing Divine Needle, pacifying the realm’s chaos instantly.

Recognizing the familiar voice, the Heavenly Venerate gasped, horror-stricken, and exclaimed, "Eastern King!"

"Haha! It is indeed I! Long time no see!"

Alongside Song Lin’s laughter came a sky ablaze with sword light and the Four Symbols Magic.

The techniques overwhelmed the Heavenly Venerate as Zhonghuang Zi darted forward to deliver the decisive blow.

No surprises, no mercy. Both were seasoned duelists who wasted no time on words—they simply executed.

The Heavenly Venerate’s soul was obliterated, and this realm was finally conquered after months of effort.

Throughout the ordeal, Song Lin occasionally emerged to assist, but the bulk of the work stemmed from the efforts of the Donghua Alliance.

As the smoke settled, Zhonghuang Zi reverted to his human form and handed the Heavenly Master Seal to Song Lin.

"Thank you, senior!"

Song Lin could have intervened earlier, but spotting Zhonghuang Zi’s breakthrough to Primordial Spirit, he chose to delay.

Moreover, his familiarity with the Heavenly Venerate and Mother Tree allowed him to await the latter’s ultimate move before appearing and using the Nine Tripods to suppress the chaos.

Holding the Heavenly Master Seal in his hands, Song Lin sighed.

"So close yet so far."

The Eight Sceneries Sacrifice was half complete.

Observing the shattered realm and the near-dead Mother Tree, Zhonghuang Zi remarked:

"I fear this world is no longer salvageable."

"No matter. Witness my divine skill."

Song Lin stowed the Heavenly Master Seal and approached the Mother Tree, placing his palm upon its surface and channeling Ju Mang Wood Emperor Skill.

Vast vitality surged through, and the pitch-black ancient wood sprouted verdant buds anew. As the tree rekindled its vitality, the world gradually returned to its original state.

Zhonghuang Zi was initially surprised but soon smiled knowingly, his demeanor returning to modesty.

This time, upon emerging from seclusion, he’d planned to reinforce the Yin Spring Palace faction. Yet now it seemed the faction no longer relied solely on his leadership to thrive.

The Yin Spring Palace?

"Perhaps its legacy ends here."

...

Three hours passed.

When Song Lin opened his eyes, he found the crowd gathered around him. With a grin, he declared:

"Why are you all standing around? Start cleaning up the battlefield! This Void Realm is ours now!"

Secure for advance or retreat—it was the foundation for the establishment of a sect!

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