Chapter 508: Chapter 447: The Curtain Falls on Bygone Days, Taoist Alliance Celestial Master
"Creatures covered in scales and horns, born of eggs and wet soil, dare to negotiate with me?"
Boom!
Song Lin’s eyes flashed with golden light, and he immediately struck.
The demons felt a chill in their hearts.
Boom!
The ground exploded. Song Lin’s speed was too fast, and in a flash, he was in front of Hee Ling.
The indomitable Nine-Transformation Mystical Technique turned his fingers into claws, instantly tearing apart her protective magic power.
His claws dug deeply into Hee Ling’s celestial cap, and only now did the woman react.
She never would have imagined that Song Lin dared to kill her, and at such incredible speed.
"You—"
Bang!
Before the sentence was completed, a beautiful, large watermelon exploded.
Song Lin stood amid a mist of blood, entirely shrouded.
An emerald jade coffin ascended into the air, absorbing Hee Ling’s corpse and the blood mist.
With incredible speed, Song Lin emerged from the bloody mist, toying with two crystalline eyeballs in his hand.
Song Lin let out a savage grin that made even the fiercest demons tremble in fear.
"When I say I’ll pluck your eyeballs, I’ll pluck your eyeballs!"
"How dare you!"
The demons revealed their true forms.
Song Lin’s speed surpassed theirs. The Dragon Mansion Jade Gourd flew out, releasing the Crown Prince with four Divine Dragons trailing behind him, followed closely by the Twelve Yuan Chen.
"Here I come!"
Taihua Heavenly Master laughed heartily, stepping onto the Pill Dragon, holding a furnace aloft. A blazing dharma form, a thousand feet tall, manifested.
Finally, it was time for unbridled combat.
With a carefully laid plan, the Twelve Yuan Chen and the Crown Prince injured the Prince Giant Turtle, sealing him within the Heavenly Burial Coffin. Inside the coffin, Chiyou’s Skeleton emitted a chilling sucking sound.
Blood and vitality surged and brewed.
The remaining few continued fighting the Great Saints. Although they had brought a sizable force this time, Song Lin’s sudden strike left no room for reaction—he killed swiftly and decisively.
One moment, he was courteous and amiable; the next, he turned hostile and slaughtered without hesitation.
Song Lin killed two Great Saints in succession before the Celestial Masters finally reacted.
"Song Lin!! I’ll tear you apart limb from limb!!"
The Spirit Treasure Celestial Master erupted with rage.
The Three Corpses Primordial Spirit manifested: one for malevolence, its eyes blazing, incinerating all things; one for benevolence, indestructible like Vajra, suppressing evil; and one as the true self, transforming into countless runes, embodying the Tao of Talismans.
Above them, a Heaven and Earth Xuan Gate appeared, golden light flashing as twenty-eight ancient characters flew forth from within.
"Haha, twenty-eight ancient characters? Witness my thirty-six cloud seals!"
The Twelve Yuan Chen retreated, uniting with the twenty-four cloud seals in the sky to form a constellation.
Swords, thunder, mythical beasts of mountains and seas, gold, wood, wind, fire, soldiers, Xuantian Eight Techniques, transformations, ghosts, plagues, blessings...
The cloud seals completely suppressed the ancient characters.
"Impressive divine skills!"
The Witch God Heavenly King transformed into a massive green crow wreathed in Yin Fire. With a single flap of its wings, pitch-black cursed energy spread like smoke, enveloping the area.
This terrifying curse had no effect on Song Lin.
A cloud seal named "Blessing" shielded him, warding off all evils.
This was the prayer and warding technique taught by Xiao Mao True Monarch.
Song Lin relied on the complete set of thirty-six All Heavens Cloud Seals to fend off the attacks of five Celestial Masters.
Thirty-six stars formed a celestial canopy, revolving around his dharma body, impenetrable in defense.
"Do you think this is the end? If you stop now, you can still turn back."
The Spirit Treasure Celestial Master smiled through his fury. This brat dared to disrupt his grand plan with reckless abandon.
Seeing the nearby demons being slaughtered one by one, the Spirit Treasure Celestial Master could no longer remain seated.
"Show your trump cards now, or it’ll be too late later."
Song Lin glanced briefly at the Divine Demon Battlefield in the distance. Chiyou’s Skeleton had gone berserk, growing stronger with each battle, flesh beginning to form on the bones.
"Fine, as you wish. I’ll use your blood to quell the demons’ rage."
The Spirit Treasure Celestial Master sneered coldly.
The Three Corpses Primordial Spirit stood in a triangular configuration around the Heaven and Earth Xuan Gate, channeling three profound forces into it.
Buzz!
The golden gate expanded, towering ten thousand feet high, its golden radiance enveloping a thousand miles.
Inside the gate lay a golden Immortal Palace, faintly revealing Immortal dharma forms and a majestic Divine Court.
The Immortal Palace projection occupied reality, spanning a thousand miles of void.
For a moment, every living creature across the Five States under the Heaven and Earth Xuan Sect felt their chests tighten, a suffocating pressure overwhelming them.
Various factions directed their attention to the spectacle, uncertain about the Spirit Treasure Celestial Master’s motives. Today was supposed to mark their alliance with the demons—had negotiations fallen apart?
This was the Heaven and Earth Xuan Sect’s Secret Technique—the Immortal Palace Mirage.
It summoned a residual image of the Heavenly Court, suppressing all demons.
The display was so overwhelming that it was enough to strike fear into any demon.
But when used against a single individual, its power became exponentially more terrifying.
The Immortal Palace descended to suppress its target.
Crack, crack!
Song Lin’s dharma body emitted cracking sounds under the pressure.
The Spirit Treasure Celestial Master’s followers ceased their attacks, quietly awaiting Song Lin’s demise.
It wasn’t that they were unwilling to act, but attempting to strike now might lead to collateral disaster.
Song Lin’s face carried an odd expression. He met the Spirit Treasure Celestial Master’s gaze and sneered.
"Haha, you think this treasure belongs to you? It’s merely been loaned to you for safekeeping!"
The wind roared, Song Lin’s hair whipped wildly as he held the Nine Elders Immortal Capital Seal, chanting:
"Yuan Shi Ancestor Tribulation, gives rise to all heavens, enlightens the Three Sceneries, forms the Heavenly Root... Command!"
The Immortal Palace froze.
Then, it turned and bore down on the Spirit Treasure Celestial Master and his followers.
"What sorcery is this?!" The Spirit Treasure Celestial Master was horrified. He realized, to his dismay, that he could no longer control the Heaven and Earth Xuan Gate.
Why? Why had it become Song Lin’s treasure?
Boom!
The Immortal Palace descended.
The Three Corpses Primordial Spirit shattered, and the dharma forms of several Primordial Spirits collapsed along with it.
The Spirit Treasure Celestial Master coughed up a mouthful of blood, his figure swaying precariously. Meanwhile, Black Crow, Beisha, Shoucheng, and Lingce were sprawled on the ground, their lives hanging by a thread.
Song Lin’s thousand-foot dharma form held the Heaven and Earth Xuan Gate loftily, gazing down beneath him as he chuckled. "A fine treasure indeed. Now, it’s mine."
"Ahhh!! Song Lin, you deserve death!! Everyone, attack!"
The Spirit Treasure Celestial Master remained undeterred—there was still hope.
After all, Song Lin’s realm and Taoist abilities were substantially inferior to his own.
Most of Donghua’s forces and the Twelve Yuan Chen were preoccupied by the Great Saints among the demons. He could temporarily hold off the Heaven and Earth Xuan Gate, relying on the remaining forces to overwhelm Song Lin and turn the tide.
The Three Corpses Primordial Spirit began to...
"Stop! Still want to fight?"
Song Lin gestured toward the distant battlefield of demons.
The Spirit Treasure Celestial Master turned his gaze and was met with an unimaginable sight.
A Demon King emerged!
Boom!
Crimson blood energy soared tens of thousands of feet into the heavens, seemingly shaking the very stars.
A demon, brimming with overwhelming strength, emerged.
His skin gleamed like bronze, his muscles knotted tight, and his sweat-soaked hairs seemed like sharp spears. Horns adorned his head, and his brow shimmered like copper.
His crimson eyes emitted arcs of bloody electricity, his breath stirred up violent gusts of wind.
Chiyou Demon King—the mighty Warlord!
Chiyou grabbed the Dragon Giant, dragging him close and viciously slammed their heads together.
Bam!
The Dragon Giant’s head exploded instantly.
Then he seized the Whale Chicken Saint’s talons. With his enormous hands, he crushed the thousand-foot old bird into a ten-foot ball of blood, devouring it in a single bite.
"Hahaha!!!!"
Chiyou’s blood energy transformed into countless weapons, piercing through the body of the North Sea Fish Saint.
"Who else is there? Hahahaha!!"
Chiyou roared with laughter, his arrogance unchecked.
"This..."
The Spirit Treasure Celestial Master stared in shock, even forgetting to attack Song Lin.
This Demon King was far too powerful.
Judging by his aura, he was at the Primordial Spirit Peak, just half a step from entering Harmonization.
"Give up."
Song Lin descended with the Heaven and Earth Xuan Gate, then turned his gaze to Chiyou.
"Stop fighting, come over here."
"Who do you think you are? I’ll do whatever I damn well please!"
Chiyou ignored Song Lin’s command, charging toward the Crown Prince’s Divine Demon Dharma Image.
"Hmph!"
Song Lin let out a cold huff, and purple runes crawled across Chiyou’s body, immobilizing him entirely. No matter how he struggled, he couldn’t break free.
Chiyou’s figure shrank rapidly, unwillingly pulled toward Song Lin.
"Listen closely—your life is now in my hands."
The statement was directed at Chiyou, but it also seemed meant for the Spirit Treasure Celestial Master.
Song Lin pointed at the Spirit Treasure Celestial Master and said, "Watch these people closely. If anyone tries anything, eat them immediately."
Chiyou’s hungry gaze landed on the group, fervently hoping for their defiance as he blissfully discarded his grievances.
Scanning Song Lin with divine thought, the Spirit Treasure Celestial Master hesitated briefly before abandoning his plans to resist.
Meanwhile, other Primordial Spirits gradually roused themselves.
"Shall we sit down and discuss matters now?" Song Lin’s victorious grin carried a touch of unparalleled confidence.
"What’s your endgame? Do you genuinely believe yourself invincible..."
Black Crow Taoist shouted angrily, but was cowed into silence by Chiyou’s piercing stare.
"Give him to me—I’ll deal with him in three breaths," Chiyou growled, his voice coarse and rasping.
"No rush." Song Lin surveyed the surroundings. With the demons entirely defeated, he took out a yellow cloth covered in inscriptions. "This is the Demon Suppression Proclamation. Stamp it with your official seals."
The faces of the other two alliances turned pale as they grasped Song Lin’s sinister machinations.
He had slaughtered the demon Great Saints, then coerced them into stamping seals—forever severing their chance to reconcile with the demons.
They would be dragged by Song Lin into the mire of war.
"Don’t get any bright ideas. If you refuse, I’ll kill you all and stamp your seals myself—it’s all the same to me."
Song Lin spoke carelessly. He then turned to the Spirit Treasure Celestial Master. "It’s your decision now."
The Spirit Treasure Celestial Master stared at Song Lin, enunciating each word: "If you do this today, more humans will die—not just ten thousand, but millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions! You’re a sinner, Song Lin, you deserve death!"
Song Lin dropped his smile.
With the sun hanging low, the crimson dusk illuminated his figure.
"Yes, having a remedy for regret would help. So what if ten thousand lives are lost? So what if humanity becomes mere subordinants, with demons parading through streets to feast on humans? So what if it’s not my flesh being consumed? So what if restaurants openly serve human meat, treating men like livestock for demons to choose cuts from?"
"These are rare incidents, right? Suffering is acceptable if survival demands it, no?"
"Such heinousness—why rebel, Song Lin? Do you not realize the carnage that rebellion will bring to humanity?"
"Is this reasoning correct?"
Song Lin’s burning eyes scanned the crowd. The Spirit Treasure Celestial Master opened and closed his mouth but found no words.
"Let me tell you—if we don’t resist, there’ll no longer be a distinction between humans and demons. Humanity will become a minor offshoot of the demon clan, valued as delicacies, spirit pills, and miraculous elixirs."
Song Lin’s words pierced deeply into the hearts of the gathered crowd like knives.
"Fight—we must fight. Fight until every inch of the land runs red with human blood. Only then shall we stop, when the demon clans are exterminated."
"Remember your ancestors: they braved frost and dew, cut through brambles, and secured patches of territory. Their descendants value this not, surrendering it carelessly like discarded weeds."
"Elder Tianji, you’re unworthy of being the Celestial Master of the Taoist Alliance. The ancestral Heaven and Earth Xuan Gate has abandoned you. Step down!"
Under countless gazes, Song Lin delivered a passionate and impassioned speech.
The upper echelons of Donghua, Yuzhen, Weiling, Lingbao, and Yuanfu, as well as representatives from various factions, bore witness to this moment.
Humans are creatures of passion. Perhaps the Primordial Spirit cultivators had grown worldly with age, but others still retained a flicker of youthful fervor.
From initial fear and bewilderment to rekindling a blaze of courage and purpose, more began to find their resolve.
Yes—fight. After all, death is inevitable; why not go down fighting?
"Fight!"
"Kill! Slaughter all the damn demons!"
"Donghua Heavenly Master, lead us!"
The collective will of the masses was vast. While some harbored ulterior motives, who would dare voice reluctance now?
Spirit Treasure Celestial Master surveyed the fervent crowd and looked toward the Heaven and Earth Xuan Gate that no longer belonged to him.
Could it be that his ancestors had truly forsaken him?
"I... abdicate..."
After a long pause, he finally made his decision.
Boom!
The crowd burst into uproar.
Someone began chanting the motto of the Donghua Taoist Sect.
"May the aura of the heavens pervade, and our Tao flourish day by day!"
"May the aura of the heavens pervade, and our Tao flourish day by day!"
Taihua Heavenly Master was so exhilarated that he tugged at his beard and exclaimed repeatedly, "History has turned a page."
A pivotal moment in history had arrived, marking the transition from centuries of human Clan cowardice and concession to exuberant rebellion.
The mountains loomed like oceans, the twilight reddened like blood.
Song Lin became the Celestial Master of the Taoist Alliance, receiving the endorsement of countless individuals.
"A sunset... a dire omen." The Spirit Treasure Celestial Master had aged visibly. Seeing this scene, he sighed bitterly.
"When the old fades, the dawn rises. Perhaps change is on the horizon..." Taoist Bai Mei seemed to reply.
What would the future hold? Good fortune? Calamity?
None could say, leaving it for future generations to finalize history’s Chapter.
Even if humanity fell, its last note in the realm’s annals would surely echo with unyielding grandeur.