Time flies, and another Jiazi has passed.

Sixty years seem like yesterday, with no wars in between. The Mortal World has enjoyed peace for 120 years, unprecedented in history.

This isn't the stability enforced by an ancient dynasty, but a genuine era of peace and prosperity, where no one starves for lack of food.

The population of the Xia Dynasty reaches four billion, with the number of demons exceeding eighty million, and other Abnormal Soldiers numbering in the tens of millions.

Thirty stars form a stable passage with the Heavenly Court. The constant coming and going of stellar trade caravans also boosts commercial prosperity, enriching the court.

Decades ago, the agricultural tax and corvée were abolished, no doubt providing great incentives for the population.

Mei City.

This place is where the Donghua Taoist Temple rose to prominence. Benefiting from this, Mei City has become the largest city in the southeast, with a population of tens of millions.

The city has no walls, and airships and Floating Cities can be seen taking off and landing frequently. Most buildings below are tall pavilions painted in bright red lacquer, with the tallest ones reaching a thousand feet.

These are not creations of cultivators but rather products of mortal technology, using wooden structures to build thousand-foot towers.

The red lacquer on them is fireproof and moisture-resistant, and the wood is extraterrestrial ironwood, combining the lightness and moldability of wood with the hardness of steel.

The city is bustling, as the saying goes, "Only when the granaries are full do people learn propriety." The people on the streets have rosy complexions, neat clothing, and a friendly demeanor, with less hostility.

A middle-aged man sits at a roadside teahouse, listening to the singing of a troupe and leisurely observing the people on the street. Others look at the scenery; he watches the people.

At this moment, another person walks over—a corpulent figure draped in a black cloak, who plops down with a creaking sound from the chair.

The middle-aged man glances up and then resumes his observation.

The fat man, without any reservation, grabs the teapot on the table and gulps it down.

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey... My teeth are freezing! And it's sweet, what kind of tea is this?"

"Iced tea, a new novelty. Have the waiter bring you a pot of hot tea."

"Nonsensical, but it doesn't matter for the dead whether it's cold or not," the fat man mutters.

"Haha, at least you're a living person who can travel freely. Where did you go lately?"

"Where else, on business to the Nine Yang World, of course."

Their conversation sounds confrontational, but underlying it is concern for each other.

Opposite the teahouse is the City God Temple. The City God of Mei Mountain is said to be quite efficacious, with incense offerings flourishing even outside the grand festival times, detectable from across the street.

Such a flow of people also boosts the street's prosperity.

Both of them are old hands of the Donghua Taoist Temple.

The middle-aged man's name is Zhou Xuan, the first cultivator in history to join Song Lin's temple.

Of course, his talent was poor, and he was killed after reaching Divine Establishment, but due to his dragon-following功績, he was appointed City God here, enjoying a lifespan synchronized with the Heavenly Court.

As the City God of Mei Mountain, Zhou Xuan's favorite pastime is to travel the Mortal World incognito as a White Dragon Fish.

Though he can't compare to the brilliant peers of his youth, watching the ever-changing wondrous scenery daily, the myriad joys and sorrows of countless people, is a delight.

Zhou Xuan occasionally intervenes in the Mortal World, punishing evil and promoting good, or helping someone change their fate, which is one of the few pleasures in his long life.

Of course, the Heavenly Court imposes regulations against excessive interference in the Mortal World, so Zhou Xuan merely goes with the flow, ensuring good is rewarded and evil is punished.

Ordinary people don't know his identity, only the fat man, Lin Yang, does.

Lin Yang is also an old acquaintance from those days, with average cultivation, now just at the Peak of Core Formation, barely holding a Taoist site in Kunlun. He managed to secure a decent job thanks to past merits.

Compared to the prodigies of their time, they live uneventful lives, but they have their own stories.

"The Mortal World has changed. If we had such good conditions back then, why would we have risked our lives to climb the mountain and seek a master?"

In those days, cultivation was not an easy path; few Taoist disciples survived three years.

If Song Lin hadn't changed everything, who knows?

The sun sets in the west.

Shadows stretch long.

The Heavenly Emperor hasn't appeared for a Jiazi; it's said he is in seclusion again, with hopes that his Taoist Skills will flourish, as no one wants to return to the past.

Bang!

At this moment, it's Heavenly Dawn again.

The descending sun rises once more.

This sun is more vivid than before, its golden light carrying a hint of divinity.

The two exchange a knowing smile.

"Congratulations to the Heavenly Emperor!"

They have witnessed several Heavenly Dawns, and to cultivators of this realm, it has become standard for the Heavenly Emperor's breakthrough.

The Heavenly Emperor's Divine Skills have reached great success, indicating that the strength of the Heavenly Court has surged again, with breaking through the Small Thousand World within reach.

Above the sky,

Song Lin's True Body traverses the void.

At this moment, he has refined the sun, and with the final strand of Innate Yang Qi replenished, he instantly enters the state of Harmonization Perfection.

Song Lin closes his eyes.

He listens quietly to the changes within his body, feeling as if he had melded with the universe.

He himself becomes the Yang Qi that composes the universe, and a thought can take him anywhere within it.

The Ancient Green Candle in his palm grows even more powerful; should Song Lin wish, it could melt a star at any moment.

Moreover, anywhere in the universe with a sun, Song Lin can go, be it distances of hundreds of billions of light-years, and refine the sun at will.

"The Innate Yang Qi Dao has finally reached perfection."

Song Lin exhales a breath, feeling much lighter.

This process took a Jiazi.

A moment of accomplishment equals a moment of time.

Now that he's realized one Innate Dao, it may still not be entirely safe against the upcoming Upper Pure Demon Tribulation.

The Yinn Shang's descendants in this realm still have decent cultivation, at least overthrowing the rule of the West Queen Mother's Heavenly Court here.

Hence, it's best to comprehend more Daos, ideally perfecting them all.

Only this way can he confidently face the future Demon Tribulations.

In a mere two hundred years, it's estimated there's no way to transcend the Small Thousand and comprehend the Heavenly Immortal Dao.

After surviving the Demon Tribulation, there will be ten thousand years for Song Lin to reflect.

"It's time to open a new world."

Song Lin thought.

The upper limits of the story world can be up to one or two realms higher than his current self, perhaps enough to meet a Heavenly Immortal, providing the opportunity to break through.

With this in mind, Song Lin first returned to the Lingxiao Heavenly Court.

This time, it's his True Body.

The Immortals came to congratulate him.

"Let's skip the formalities, surely nothing major's happened outside?" Song Lin inquired.

"All is well," Chiyou answered.

Over the years, he has led the army in conquests, employing overwhelming force with large-scale deployments from the Palace of the Polestar. Without needing to act himself, he had quite a bit of leisure.

"Alright, slow down the expansion a bit. The larger the territory, the more likely someone will take advantage of it."

"Understood."

After meeting everyone, Song Lin returned to the depths of the Imperial Garden.

With a fingertip, a drop of golden essence blood was forced out.

The higher the cultivation, the purer the essence blood, but losing it also incurs a greater loss of Primordial Energy.

The Monster Chronicles appeared, turning to a new page.

[The Almighty God brings order to the common people]

[World]: War Against Shang

[Thirty-Six Heavens]: God's Realm.

[Time Flow Speed]: One to one month.

[Arrival]: True Body

[Type]: Central Plains Myth, Ancient Myth.

[System]: Yinn Shang God System

[Karma Effect Cycle]: None

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