The allied forces from the myriad realms, led by Emperor Yi, marched grandly toward the Ancestor Star. Although the Heavenly Court existed beyond dimensions, its roots lay in the Ancestor Star.

Even if Song Lin remained a cowardly turtle hiding away, they were on the verge of taking over the Ancestor Star.

The army was led by Emperor Yi, with the Demon King as his deputy, followed by Taishi and Chao Tianhou.

Altogether, there were four Heavenly Immortal-level combatants.

In addition, there were dozens of Harmonization Experts, and an uncountable number of lesser demons and ghosts.

In past Demon Tribulations, even producing a single Heavenly Immortal was difficult, but this time, a full four emerged, making this the most luxurious lineup in history.

As the number of Demon Tribulations increased, the Demonic Qi grew denser, enabling the cultivation of Heavenly Immortal-level Great Demons.

As for Emperor Yi and the Demon King, there was no need to elaborate—they were external visitors with immense cultivation in their own right.

Now, they were uninterested in devising schemes and conspiracies, preferring to press directly with overwhelming forces to see who would have the last laugh.

"No one holds back later. After we're done fighting, we'll divide the spoils of war. I've said before: I care not for riches or treasures; I want nothing more than Song Lin's head."

Emperor Yi's gaze was profound as he stared at the distant Ancestor Star, sighing inwardly.

Hundreds of thousands of years—it had been so long, yet finally, this wretched man awaited him.

Of course, his claim of only wanting Song Lin's head was a lie. Once Song Lin was dead, it would be the moment when this fragile alliance turned against itself.

Undoubtedly, the others were thinking along similar lines.

Emperor Yi had pursued Song Lin for hundreds of thousands of years, and in the process, he had accidentally uncovered a secret.

In the myths of various civilizations, Song Lin had appeared not once, but multiple times—spanning some as long as a million years.

And yet, his strength fluctuated, sometimes powerful, other times weak.

This led Emperor Yi to make a guess: could Song Lin possess the ability to traverse space and time?

Wandering through the long river of history—this would explain why Song Lin seemed omnipresent.

If he could acquire Song Lin's time-traveling artifact… then...

Emperor Yi's eyes gleamed coldly.

He was certain—there was undoubtedly a secret hidden within Song Lin.

He had spent these hundreds of thousands of years investigating Song Lin's information.

Several tens of thousands of years ago, he uncovered tens of thousands of individuals with the same name as Song Lin. At the time, he had not yet entertained the notion of time travel and therefore paid little attention to low-level cultivators.

This time, upon awakening once more and digging deeper into Song Lin's background, he learned that the young man had risen over the past thousand years like a star, even establishing the Donghua Dao. It was only then that he realized his regret.

If he had awakened just a few hundred years earlier and sought out someone named Song Lin among the cultivators, could he have intercepted this entire timeline?

But alas, he did not possess time-traveling abilities.

"Of course, it is not too late, even now."

Song Lin's cultivation was not yet absurdly strong; he could still be overwhelmed. If he waited any longer, there might truly be no opportunities remaining.

For the sake of unraveling the secret of time traversal, Emperor Yi was willing to drift through the void for years, believing that it would all be worth it.

Wherever the army advanced, no force was able to stop them.

They made no attempt to occupy civilizations; their target was singular—Song Lin.

They didn't waste effort on besieging cities; as long as Song Lin was dead, everything else would naturally fall into their possession.

If Song Lin managed to escape successfully, they wouldn't even know where to cry their grievances.

The Heavenly Court's armies retreated entirely, while the allied forces grew closer and closer to the Ancestor Star. Eventually, the planet was surrounded on all sides, airtight, such that even a fly could not escape.

The coalition encountered an array—a massive golden barrier encasing the star, with its Array Eye being a bronze lamp. If they wanted to break the array, they had to destroy the bronze lamp.

The numerous demons revealed their dharma images, continuously assaulting the array. The clashes of spells and the explosions of energy reverberated through the void, penetrating even the vacuum between stars.

"Hm, we mustn't give them any chance."

Emperor Yi gazed at the sun and then pointed his finger, releasing black light. That black light expanded with the wind, enveloping the sun.

The Ancestor Star was plunged into darkness, and the blackened light emanated a curse-like effect.

It corrupted the lands, wilted vegetation, and poisoned rivers.

The Heavenly Court had no choice but to gather all citizens into cities and purify water wells day and night. The food supply was rendered inedible, forcing them to use spells to cultivate fresh provisions in secret sanctuaries.

The air itself was transformed into toxic fumes, impossible to inhale.

The Heavenly Court managed to shield the cities with barriers and mobilized vast numbers of cultivators to purify the environment.

Fortunately, the Heavenly Court normally operated in cohesion, allowing for rapid mobilization of its troops. Without this coordination, losses would have been catastrophic.

Six months.

Six months passed, and the blackened apocalypse had yet to subside. The pitch-black sun hung in the void above.

Human resilience, too, proved remarkable—they adapted to their new way of life. For after all, no calamity could be entirely insurmountable; as long as they survived, hope remained.

As for the spells clashing in the skies, they simply treated them as fireworks.

However, upon closer inspection, certain troubling signs emerged.

The heavenly barrier's hues had dimmed considerably, and fractures littered its surface.

The Heavenly Court manifested in the skies, continuously injecting power into the array, yet even so, they could not halt the imminent collapse of the array.

After all, they were up against the combined might of four Heavenly Immortals—even a complete Heavenly Court could not claim to resist such united forces.

Beyond the Heavenly Immortals, there were over a hundred Harmonization Masters, thousands of Primordial Spirits, and innumerable lesser demons and ghosts—all working in concert, hastening the array's disintegration.

At this critical juncture, within the Palace of the Polestar, the gathering of immortals commenced.

Here assembled the deities from the realms of mortals, gods, immortals, demons, and the divine.

Leading the Heavenly Immortals were Emperor Siming and Heavenly Mechanism, alongside Emperor Dangmo and Chiyou.

At the forefront of the Star Lords stood Wu Chen, Deity of the Sun, and Qingyu, Deity of the Moon.

The Demon Realm was led by Demon Emperor Xiezhi, Demon Master Divine Turtle, and Demon Venerable Moyu Qilin.

The Demon World boasted figures such as the Black Dragon Bodhisattva, Master Bodhi, and the Black Elephant.

To the right gathered an assembly of bald-headed monks, with their leader being the renamed Pharmacist, Shihui. His dharma body radiated brilliance like luminous jade; his left hand held a white jade bottle, his right hand formed a seal, and his expression was filled with mercy.

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