A bolt of lightning struck Wang Qi, engulfing him in plasma and forming a massive light sphere three zhang in size.
The Divine Thunder, one of the Five Thunders, wreaked havoc on his meridians, internal organs, dantian, senses, and limbs... Wang Qi was reduced to charcoal on the spot.
However, at his level, such injuries were not enough to claim his life.
Wang Qi transformed into a tunneling light and disappeared from the scene.
Song Lin watched as the light vanished without giving chase.
His target was the people from the three major Taoist sects.
Looking back below, the three great monks were slain by Ann Qi and Zhengyang, and Erlang God annihilated the remaining monks.
Under the reverent gazes of the crowd, Song Lin descended slowly, riding a dragon.
In reality, after refining his spirit, he no longer needed spells to fly, but riding a dragon certainly made a more commanding impression.
"Greetings, Ghost Valley Ancestor!"
Xuan Su, Xiaoyao Zi, and Bi Xuan each led their disciples to bow in respect.
Song Lin nodded slightly and then waved his hand, sending forth a crystalline spiritual light.
The light fell upon the people like divine nectar descending from the Nine Heavens, immediately alleviating many of their injuries.
This was the wondrous effect of Emperor’s True Energy.
In the future, when one’s cultivation reached a higher level, even a slight touch could transform spirit monsters.
"Thank you, Ghost Valley Ancestor."
This divine power calmed the frightened hearts of the crowd.
Such was the bearing of the first master of the Taoist school; the Taoist school would indeed prosper.
"Do not call me Ghost Valley Ancestor. Ghost Valley is no more; call me Mr. Donghua instead."
Xuan Su bore no hostility toward the man who, according to legend, killed their founding master. After all, such events were too distant to hold resentment.
Moreover, the Yin Yang Sect was merely a branch of the Yin Yang School, and in essence still descended from the surviving Pre-Qin Qi Cultivators.
"Donghua Ancestor, should we reclaim the Central Plains?" Xuan Su inquired.
"No, we go overseas first. Let’s discuss it later."
Pudu Zen Temple was powerful, and behind it stood the high monks from Tianzhu.
According to Resentment King, Tianzhu even had a saint monk of the Small Mahayana Arhat level, equivalent to a Core Formation Stage master.
Song Lin could not yet defeat them. It was better to go overseas and build up their forces first.
At the very least, rescuing Shentu and Yulei would come first. Only then could they consider entering the Central Plains.
"As you command." With Song Lin having spoken, no one objected.
It was a pity they let Wang Qi escape, though.
Song Lin surveyed the hundreds of people before him.
Now that the Four Taoist Sects were gathered, missing the Meridian Tiangang Sect did not matter. After all, those people had joined the "Righteous Path" and were no longer aligned with them.
"Ancestor, are we returning to Fangxian Island?" Wei Zixu asked.
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If everyone returned to their respective homes, they could be easily eliminated one by one.
"No. Ann Qi, does the Sea Country you mentioned exist?"
Ann Qi was the most widely traveled of the disciples.
"Of course, this country is called Tuohan. It is located in the South Sea with dozens of islands and a water domain spanning a thousand miles."
This place was quite remote, but it had a vast territory and a population of over ten million, more than sufficient to support the Four Taoist Sects.
They were currently in Shandong, a considerable distance from the South Sea.
Still, it didn’t matter. They could fly there gradually, learning more about these new followers along the way.
Early Nineteen Years of the Nuogao Record.
The "Demon Sect" was defeated and withdrew collectively from the Central Plains; Wang Qi, gravely injured, fled back to Pudu Zen Temple, where two divine monks joined forces to heal him.
Four great monks perished; the Heavenly Intent Divine Monk, enraged beyond reason, issued a Buddhist Sect bounty against the Ghost Valley Master.
The landscape of power was now clear.
The Righteous Sect, led by Pudu Zen Temple, stood against the Demon Sect, headed by Ghost Valley, which was universally despised.
During the journey back to the South Sea, Song Lin also came to understand the abilities of the other three Taoist sects.
The Xuanyin Sect specialized in cultivating Moonlight Yin Qi, excelling in concealment and assassination.
The Heavenly Heart Dao pursued the Unity of Heaven and Man, harnessing the forces of nature.
The Yin Yang Sect practiced the Yin Yang Qi, resembling the methods of the Pre-Qin Qi Cultivators.
"Unity of Heaven and Man..." Song Lin mused.
The key to cultivating the Five Thunders Skill lay in achieving Unity of Heaven and Man.
By principle, only Core Formation cultivators, who had fused the three treasures of Essence, Qi, and Spirit, could hope to comprehend this realm.
Comprehending it prematurely, however, would greatly enhance one’s cultivation.
The Unity of Heaven and Man was a state of communion with the heavens and earth, providing immense amplification to any spell being cultivated.
In essence, Unity of Heaven and Man was itself a form of amplification.
"Xiaoyao Zi, may I borrow your sect’s ancient texts for study?" Song Lin asked.
The founder of the Heavenly Heart Dao was Zhuangzi, whose insights into the Unity of Heaven and Man stemmed from the Chapter "Free Wandering" in the Zhuangzi.
Before long, the group arrived in Yongzhou.
From here, heading further south would lead to the South Sea.
Even after centuries of southern expansion, the region around Yongzhou remained relatively wild.
The local leaders were referred to as cave masters.
A commotion seemed to be coming from beneath the city.
Those in the sky glanced down but paid it no mind.
Mortal disputes were not worth their attention.
Ann Qi instinctively scanned the area and exclaimed in surprise, "Eh? Soldiers of the Tuohan Country?"
The people of Tuohan, descendants of Han who had migrated south during the Qin-Han period, retained a distinctive Qin-Han style of attire, making them easily identifiable at a glance.
"Tuohan Country? What are they doing in the Central Plains?" Song Lin was puzzled.
He decided to halt the group on a mountain, taking Ann Qi with him to investigate further.
Eight hundred soldiers from Tuohan Country marched into the city.
Compared to the well-armored Tuohan soldiers, the local cave master’s militias resembled peasants armed with farming tools.
"General Zhao, what brings you here?"
Several local cave masters mustered the courage to step forward and inquire.
General Zhao retrieved a finely crafted golden shoe from a jade box. Made of gold threads and inlaid with various gemstones, the shoe shimmered with brilliance. Though it looked heavy, the general held it effortlessly, as though it weighed nothing—a clear indication of its extraordinary nature.
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