Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology

The news of Ziyun's ascension to Primordial Spirit spread throughout the land.

The Taoist School couldn't help but celebrate.

The Heavenly Master stepped forward and announced to everyone that a banquet would be held ten days later to celebrate Ziyun's achievement.

Within the Heavenly Master's Dao Field.

Song Lin, Earth Evil, and Heavenly Slaughter approached to pay respects.

"Heavenly Master, please release Zhi Xin. What you've done has gone too far."

Holy Might stepped out from behind the screen, his expression calm as he gazed at the group.

"What do you mean by this?"

"At this juncture, Heavenly Master, there's no need to pretend. Ziyun simply rode on Zhi Xin's coattails. Don't be so ruthless—I'm earnestly begging you to let Zhi Xin go."

Earth Evil bowed deeply, while Heavenly Slaughter remained silent but expressed agreement through his demeanor.

"Hmph, baseless accusations. What do you take me for?"

Holy Might furrowed his brows, highly displeased.

The Eight Ghost Kings locked their gazes on him as dark clouds surged, and the atmosphere thickened with tribulation energy.

An invisible pressure descended, transforming heaven and earth into a massive grinding stone, threatening to tear them to shreds the next moment.

The trio could barely stand firm.

Song Lin was even more shocked internally.

It was his first time experiencing such a terrifying power.

The Primordial Spirit Heavenly Master was indeed not famed without reason.

Against him, Song Lin felt profoundly insignificant. After all, Song Lin's cultivation stood merely at the Purple Mansion Middle Stage, with combat capabilities equivalent to the Purple Mansion Peak.

In secret, Song Lin communicated with the people in the World in the Pot, readying himself to act. Suddenly, Holy Might spoke:

"In a short while, Wu Qingxuan will also achieve Primordial Spirit, and everyone is invited to the celebration. Don't spread baseless rumors—Zhi Xin approached me to request a closed-door life-or-death retreat."

Holy Might's gaze carried a subtle hint of menace.

At that moment, Yunhai arrived with his subordinates.

"Yunhai, escort the guests out."

Earth Evil wanted to say more, but Yunhai stepped forward and whispered:

"Taoist friends, consider the bigger picture. Isn't it a good thing for the Taoist School to have a Primordial Spirit cultivator?"

Earth Evil snorted coldly and then departed with the others.

After leaving Xuanyu City and returning to Mingxing Peak, Earth Evil sighed deeply.

"Ah, there's nothing we can do. I never thought the Heavenly Master would protect Ziyun this much. Even I am helpless."

At this moment, plum blossoms fell.

"There might still be a chance. Ten days—we have ten days. Song Lin, do you have the confidence?"

The plum blossoms couldn't resist consulting Mei Hua Divination.

Because the matter involved the Heavenly Master of the Great Dao, the path ahead was shrouded in dense fog, revealing certain death and no hope of survival.

However, he identified a breaking point with Song Lin.

"Ten days? I've recently gained some insight. Earth Evil Mage, may I borrow your Time Blessed Land?"

Song Lin contemplated.

It was still uncertain.

Even in the next ten days, a rebellion wouldn't guarantee success against them.

"Certainly."

Earth Evil doubted Song Lin's ability to change the situation, but out of courtesy, he offered assistance. After all, he felt guilty for his inability to rescue Zhi Xin and thought lending a hand to Song Lin might ease his conscience.

"Currently, there's the ten-to-one Cave Heaven Blessed Land ratio available."

"That will do."

Ten days equate to nine days, excluding the last day.

Inside the Cave Heaven Blessed Land, it's equivalent to ninety days.

Using ninety days to create a world.

That should be more than enough—perhaps unlocking the Nine Elders Immortal Capital Seal could help defeat the Heavenly Master.

Even if unsuccessful, Song Lin might forcibly ascend to Three Flowers Gathering at the Top and achieve the Sixth Transformation Unbreakable Golden Body, thus gaining the combat power of the Transcendence Tribulation Stage.

Adding the support of two Thunder Tribulations cultivators from Yin Spring Palace.

It might spark another Big Mess in Heaven.

Whether it's rescuing Zhi Xin or rebelling against the sect, the odds were greatly in his favor.

Just then, tunneling lights descended from all directions.

Vaguely visible were Yunhai and his subordinates, and even members of Holy Might Forest.

"Haha, the Heavenly Master is quite cautious—still afraid we'd stir up trouble."

Earth Evil chuckled coldly.

"Relax, they're just here for surveillance. They wouldn't dare act against us directly."

"I have one more request."

Song Lin added.

"Speak freely, as long as I can make it happen."

"I ask the three esteemed seniors to guard the blessed land where I will cultivate in seclusion. I have many disputes with Yunhai and fear he may tamper. It's best to bring more people along."

Earth Evil and Heavenly Slaughter agreed.

Facing the Heavenly Master, they dared not argue and found themselves complying with Song Lin's request to uphold appearances.

The plum blossoms pondered for a moment and said, "I won't go myself, but I can invite the Taoist leaders of Qingyun Jungle and Tianling Jungle to stand guard."

"Thank you, senior."

Outside the Spirit Forbidden Mansion of the Blessed Land, a peculiar scene unfolded.

Earth Evil, Heavenly Slaughter, as well as several Department Directors under them, along with the Taoist heads of Qingyun Forest, Three Mountains Forest, and Tianling Jungle, stood guard over the blessed land.

Opposite them were Yunhai and the people from Holy Might Forest.

The groups appeared harmonious and cordial.

To onlookers unaware of the situation, the scene seemed bizarre.

Inside the blessed land.

Song Lin summoned the Lord's Eight Trigrams Furnace, placing bottles of pills on the side.

He incorporated pills from the Alchemy Department, Heavenly Fire Temple, and others previously handed to various figures.

In total, there were over six hundred pills, the majority of which were leftover inventory from the last year's currency cycle.

Due to Zhi Xin disrupting the currency cycle, these pills were preserved.

Song Lin poured the pills into the alchemy furnace.

This time, he ignored all risks and increased the dosage in hopes of breaking through within ninety days.

His spare time was spent returning to the story world.

However, the story world was far more complex than he imagined.

The pure white space seemed like a restriction with no way out.

Aside from the projection of the Sanmao True Monarch he saw sometime before, nothing else appeared.

Perhaps deciphering this secret realm would provide answers.

As for the external situation, he was clueless.

Song Lin no longer cared about the plotline; his bottom line now was survival and keeping the realm intact.

After years of fruitless effort, Song Lin decided to let go and stop worrying.

Instead, he began to refine pills projected into the story world, crafting the perfect absorption technique, which he later applied to reality.

Inside the Cave Heaven Blessed Land.

Song Lin immersed himself completely.

Blazing flames engulfed his body.

True Fire refining the Golden Body; refining the golden lotus amidst the fire.

Song Lin grimaced with pain but persisted, absorbing the pills' energy bit by bit.

His crimson eyes seemed capable of piercing the void.

In truth, Song Lin could opt for better alternatives.

For instance, if he chose to endure silently, Holy Might likely wouldn't care about a small Purple Mansion cultivator's inner turmoil.

Generally, those in power waited until others grew strong before harvesting their gains.

He would still have at least several decades of peace.

Taoist organizations were bloated, cultivators lived long lives, and vendettas resolved within ten years were considered swift.

Some individuals endured for centuries without issue.

The typical mindset of the common man couldn't apply to cultivators, especially when dealing with all-powerful Heavenly Masters.

Song Lin contemplated letting the matter go.

Momentarily bowing his head in submission, gaining immense power in centuries to come, and changing heaven and earth with a single act.

But his heart remained agitated.

"In that case, let's cause a Big Mess in Heaven!"

So what if it ended with chaos?

The so-called Holy Might Heavenly Master was nothing more than the local Taoist leader of a single province. Above him were those in charge of multiple regions—the Taoist Alliance—and even further up was the Dragon Head Heavenly Master of an entire country.

If such minor disruptions couldn't be carried out within one province, how could he ever face off against the Demon Clan in the future?

Furthermore, both logically and emotionally, Song Lin had no reason not to stir the pot.

Even if others saw the decision as foolish and irrational.

Refocusing his mind, Song Lin continued bodybuilding cultivation within the furnace.

Essence, Qi, and Spirit soared to unprecedented heights.

Those so-called prudent individuals would never understand the unwavering determination of someone who aspired to change heaven and earth.

Their calculations of each affair's gains and losses, along with opportunistic climbing and inevitable downfall, were meaningless to him.

To emerge as the master of the Magic Vein and a Heavenly Master revered through the ages.

Apart from cleverness, one also needed an unparalleled sense of judgment and magnanimity to encompass countless worlds.

In the story world over the years, Xuantian God imparted numerous value systems to Song Lin.

Known as Dangmo Heavenly Venerate, as well as the Patriarch of Gratitude.

The former, at a glance, suggested a person of ruthless and thunderous methods; the latter evoked an unexpected dichotomy.

On one hand, suppressing demons; on the other, paying debts of gratitude.

This became the philosophical outlook Xuantian God taught Song Lin.

This was also what Zhi Xin defined as the "great hero," the archetype of a Great Grandmaster.

Time passed bit by bit.

The inhabitants of the World in the Pot conserved their vigor, fully aware of the challenges ahead.

Time ticked onwards.

At the Heavenly Master's Dao Field.

Ziyun gleamed with a radiant array of seventy-two colored lights.

In stark contrast, opposite him, Zhi Xin appeared frail, resembling a skeletal figure.

A sharp snap!

The void seemed to echo faintly.

The seventy-two colored luminescence plunged into Ziyun's body.

The Primordial Spirit emerged, soon transforming into Pure Yang.

The brilliance illuminated all of Yunzhou.

Millions watched as scenes reminiscent of Heavenly Dawn unfolded over Yunzhou.

...

At Purple Cloud Blessed Land.

Song Lin emerged from seclusion.

Three Flowers Gathering at the Top, Sixth Transformation achieved.

His entire body exuded an aura of profound mystery.

The crowd had already assembled to greet him.

"Congratulations!"

Earth Evil and others exclaimed.

Yunhai observed from a distance and instructed his subordinate Tianjie to step forward to offer congratulations.

"Congratulations on your emergence, Taoist friend!"

Song Lin glanced at Tianjie and sneered:

"It's you again, pest. Whom have you pledged allegiance to this time, Yunhai?"

Boom!

As his words ceased, Song Lin punched and shattered Tianjie's head.

"Attack!"

A white jade gourd ascended into the sky, its mouth agape.

In an instant, three Purple Mansion Divine Dragons soared out.

Trailing closely behind were the figures of Three Capitals and Five Masters.

With them emerged the Swordman Magic Vein, Cultivation Method Magic Vein, Divine Medium Immortal Skill Magic Vein, Divine Demon Magic Vein, Taoist Soldier Magic Vein, and Yin Fu Dharma Lineage.

Once again basked in sunlight!

"Kill!"

Song Lin spearheaded the charge, clashing against Yunhai's faction.

"How audacious!"

Yunhai roared in fury, his brow's Netherworld Evil Eye emitting crimson rays of sinister light.

"Righteous decree summons, the great divinity descends. Capture and banish demonous spirits; limitless and infinite. Sky fills, earth moves; fire races, clouds surge. Crossing mountains and valleys, breaking bamboo, scouring forests. Hear my divine decree, subdued dark forces obey. Come swiftly, heed my command. As sacred judgment akin to Northern Nether Black Heaven Fengdu Yujue Great Emperor's command."

Reveal!

In an instant, the heavens unleashed nine suns and a lone yin entity, with demon-like figures and the Nine Sons Ghost Mother Demons.

The demons towered a thousand feet tall; their sinister energy eclipsed the skies like thunderclouds.

"Haha, Yunhai, your opponent is me!"

The Zhonghuang Zi, possessed by the Yin Demon, laughed heartily.

Raise hell! Stir heaven into chaos, swallow day and night!

Song Lin, today, was an unbound and mischievous Monkey King!

...

"This…"

The sight before him left Earth Evil's group utterly dumbstruck.

They hadn't anticipated Song Lin's rebellion, nor realized his backing included Thunder Tribulation masters—two, at that!

Even more unexpected was the possibility that they, too, might be deemed Song Lin's allies.

This… left them with no escape route.

This brat… was he doing it intentionally?

...

At the Heavenly Master's Dao Field.

Zhi Xin suddenly experienced a burst of vitality, his complexion turning a healthy red.

Silver threads materialized within the void, thin and dense, resembling an omnipresent celestial web, intangible yet pervasive.

All matter that came into contact with the silver threads disintegrated into black ashes.

Instantly, the entire Grotto Heaven descended into darkness.

Zhi Xin's expertise lay in the art of curse killing, proficient in casting curses to eliminate foes with formless power.

The silver threads embodied Divine Intent Brightness, the physical manifestation of curse-killing force.

Thousands of threads wove into an all-encompassing net, surging toward Ziyun like waves.

"The Lifeless Slaughter Tribulation? Zhi Xin, Zhi Xin, I knew you still had hidden trump cards—using the same old tricks again."

"Heh, today you will die!" Zhi Xin's eyes flashed with killing intent.

Before Ziyun could make a move.

A brilliant golden light pierced the pitch-black sky as an immense golden hand effortlessly resisted the Divine Intent Brightness, obliterating the threads in its path.

Holy Might intervened, having foreseen everything.

The golden hand carried overwhelming power, crushing all resistance with an oppressive force.

The Taoist Heavenly Master of Holy Might—Taiyue True Form.

There was nothing that could withstand the might of Taiyue.

...

(Let's briefly discuss the status quo of Wu State Dao Alliance. Wu State has a population nearing 3 billion, managed by seven regional Dao Alliances. Jungles oversee counties, Taoist Schools govern provinces (usually one province, occasionally two to three), and Dao Alliances control regions. Nationally, there are 32 Heavenly Masters and 32 Taoist Schools.)

(The Heavenly Master levels include Dragon Head, Dao Alliance, and Taoist School. As such, Holy Might's standing isn't as lofty as one might think; in terms of mortal hierarchies, he might correspond to a provincial governor. At Song Lin's current stage, he possesses a degree of resistance capability.)

(Hence, while many claim he's fast-moving, it's actually not as fast as it seems.)