The Grand Imperial Palace.
Song Lin regulated his breath and adjusted his Qi.
The Everlasting Lamp in his palm was absorbed into the World in the Pot.
He had spent ten years in that world, during which he comprehended a crucial technique. It could be said that his efforts were not in vain.
"It's time to return," Song Lin thought to himself.
Nine years should be sufficient; everything was ready, and only an eastern wind was missing.
Song Lin summoned Gongsun Jiuniang from the Qionghua Sect.
"I'm going to ascend."
Song Lin looked at Gongsun Jiuniang and said calmly.
Gongsun Jiuniang was somewhat stunned.
"Your Majesty..."
At this juncture, Gongsun Jiuniang didn't know what to say.
She recalled their first encounter.
If Song Lin hadn't saved her that day, she would have likely ended up a victim under the blades of the barbarians.
"I plan to pass the throne to you. You may reclaim your surname... Zhu Yongning."