The Jianmu tree branched out a ninth vein, connecting to the Earth Immortal Realm and merging with the Primordial World.
When the crowd heard of the ninth plane, their hearts sank. After all, nine was the ultimate number, and creating nine planes was the utmost exertion of the Primordial World. In that moment, some felt disappointment, others dissatisfaction, and some immense joy.
However, Qing Ling spoke again, "Between heaven and earth exist beings of the Human Dao. For these beings, a path shall be opened, called the Mortal Dao. Within this path, beings of the Human Dao shall possess no divine power or spiritual energy from heaven and earth, leaving a place for inheritance and proliferation for all weak and humble races.
This task shall fall to the Lord of the Human Dao, friend Tai Shang. Will you, Saint, lend me a hand?"
Lao Zi heard this and nodded with a smile. Beneath his feet, the Tai Ji Diagram spread across the nine heavens, merging with the fragments of the Primordial continent. It established the division of spiritual energy between heaven and earth within the world created by Lao Zi. Within the Mortal Dao plane, no Dao or Dharma could be transmitted.
However, for some weak tribes, such a world was precisely what they longed for! For without divine abilities and magical powers, everyone would be but ordinary beasts, and no powerful tribes like the Wu and Yao, capable of dominating the Primordial World, would ever emerge.
Hundreds of reclusive or weak tribes then migrated to this Mortal Dao. Even some great tribes sent a branch of their lineage into this realm as a safeguard for their future inheritance.
The Human race also migrated into a branch, namely the Zhao clan, who had once been pursued by the demon god Gui Che.
Even a portion of the great sects migrated into it, serving as branches for transmitting their teachings.
Qing Ling smiled and said, "Friend Tai Shang, who opens the Mortal Dao plane, shall be the Creator God of the Mortal plane!"
The Jianmu tree branched out a tenth vein, merging the Mortal Dao with the Primordial World.
Within the Mortal plane, various races resided in peace. Without the nourishment of spiritual energy from heaven and earth, their lifespans would gradually decline. The lifespans of ordinary humans, which could extend to hundreds or thousands of years, would also degenerate.
However, the innate talents of some tribes could still persist and continue, so this world still held many marvelous aspects.
But in this realm devoid of Daoist magic, intelligence became the key! In the future of this world, who would reign supreme depended on which race proved superior!
Qing Ling then said, "Between heaven and earth, the cycle of life and death for all beings is a constant. However, after death, souls may scatter, fall into the netherworld, or transform into ghost cultivators, dwelling in the netherworld, hidden from the sun and moon. Heaven and earth pity them, and a path shall be opened, called the Ghost Dao. Friend Shi Ri, will you assist me?"
Below the netherworld, Gui Zu was stunned, then overjoyed. He emerged from the Nine Netherworlds and said with a smile, "Shi Ri is willing to lend the Dao Master a hand!"
Gui Zu raised his hand, and the Great Luo Dao Treasury realm within him merged with Feng Du City. The power of the Earth Dao assisted him. All the ghosts within the netherworld were excited, and they threw themselves into the newly opened plane, entering the Ghost Realm.
The creation of the Ghost Dao plane took over a hundred years. The Jianmu tree branched out an eleventh vein, merging the Primordial World with the Ghost Dao plane.
Qing Ling said with a smile, "Friend Shi Ri, who creates the Ghost Dao plane, shall be the Creator God of the Ghost Dao plane!"
Then, Qing Ling continued, "Between heaven and earth, there shall be twelve great Dao veins. The last plane shall belong to the Netherworld Asura Killing Dao. The Asura race, with their billions of people who take killing as their Dao, shall be separated from all beings. The ten great fiendish lands of the Primordial World shall be moved, and the remaining fierce beasts between heaven and earth shall be sent into the Asura Realm to quell killing with killing, purging the malevolent qi of gods and demons. For their merit in killing.
Friend Ming He, will you assist me?"
In the Sea of Blood, Ming He was overjoyed. After all his calculations, he never expected that the merit of creating this last plane would be bestowed upon him.
Ming He instantly forgot how he had cursed Qing Ling in his heart for snatching his treasures, and was filled only with joy, feeling that he had followed the right person.
He laughed heartily and said, "Ming He is willing to lend the Dao Master a hand!"
Red lotuses rose from the Sea of Blood, and billions of Asuras stirred. The Sea of Blood surged turbod. Ming He merged his Great Luo Dao Treasury realm with the Sea of Blood. Qing Ling directly moved the ten great fiendish and killing lands of the Primordial World into the Asura Realm. Fierce beast tribes from all over the Primordial World were also thrown into the Asura Realm. Even in the future, any entity that harmed heaven and earth could simply be thrown into the Asura Realm.
The Sea of Blood was originally a place for the Primordial World to dispose of impurities, and the Asura race took killing as their Dao. The more brutal the matter, the more they yearned to explore it.
When the six Saints understood the function of the Asura Realm, they fell silent, no longer offering any objections.
However, it was precisely for this reason that the Asura race gained a realm of their own.
Qing Ling said, "Ming He, who creates the Asura Dao plane, shall be the Creator God of the Asura plane!"
Ming He gratefully bowed in thanks.
Qing Ling then said, "The twelve planes are complete, and all beings in heaven and earth shall find their own place. The Primordial Great Land shall henceforth be divided into four regions. The eastern continent shall be called Dong Sheng Shen Zhou, the western continent shall be called Xi Niu He Zhou, the northern continent shall be called Bei Ju Lu Zhou, and the southern continent shall be called Nan Zhan Bu Zhou.
The twelve planes shall be separate, sharing the stars of the heavens. But the sun and moon are far apart, so there shall be gods of the sun and moon.
In the past, there were ten sons of the Heavenly Emperor, the ten golden crows of the sun, who were shot by Hou Yi, the great warrior of the Wu tribe. Fortunately, they were favored by heaven and earth, and a sliver of life was preserved. Now, I shall divide nine of the ten golden crows of the sun among the nine planes, to be the sun gods of their respective planes.
The first golden crow shall go to the Demon Realm, the second golden crow shall go to the Buddhist Realm, the third golden crow shall go to the Western Kunlun Realm, the fourth golden crow shall go to the Ancient Demon Realm, the fifth golden crow shall go to the Mortal Realm, the sixth golden crow shall go to the Earth Immortal Realm, the seventh golden crow shall go to the Dragon Realm, the eighth golden crow shall go to the Phoenix Realm, and the ninth golden crow shall go to the Wu Realm.
The Asura Realm, the Ghost Realm, and the Demon Realm, being inherently unable to approach the sunlight, shall not have sun gods.
The nine golden crows of the sun shall now take their rightful places!"
As his voice faded, Qing Ling waved his sleeve, and nine Luo Sheng flowers flew towards the nine worlds, evolving life and reversing physical bodies. Nu Wa even sent out nine breaths of creation, assisting the nine golden crows in seizing this opportunity for further advancement.
As for the remaining three realms, although they had no sun gods, they truly breathed a sigh of relief. If a sun god were to appear, their countless people might lose their lives.
But it was different for the other nine realms. After all, these were the only ten golden crows of the sun in existence, meaning that once the sun disappeared, it would truly be gone.
They would have to worship their sun gods like ancestors. Anyone who dared to shoot down the sun would be courting death.
Even in the Wu Realm, the myriad Wu had to honor the son of their enemy, treating their tormentor like an ancestor. No matter how the sun god tormented them, they could only endure.
This was because the one hundred and eight kinds of Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiend wood seeds could only grow with the light of the sun!
Nine newly born golden crows reappeared between heaven and earth. The nine suns emerged from the nine planes simultaneously. This time, it was no longer a scene of terrifying burning of heaven and earth, but an auspicious sign of prosperity for all worlds.
Qing Ling looked at the newly born golden crows of the nine suns and sighed. He thought that even Di Jun and Xi He would be at peace seeing this scene. Their children would be the most honored in heaven and earth, with no one daring to harm them, and no one able to harm them.
Furthermore, the merit and destiny accumulated by illuminating the beings of a world would be enough to ensure their cultivation progressed without obstruction.
In the Demon Realm, loyal old ministers saw this scene and were also comforted, shedding tears of emotion.
Qing Ling then said, "With the suns of the twelve planes having emerged, there shall naturally be a god of the Tai Yin, so that the sun and moon may harmonize and yin and yang may be born."