Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology

Yunhai is the heir of the Ghost King Sect and has also cultivated the Ghost King Dharma Form.

Boom!

Yunhai's body rapidly grew, towering over a thousand zhang high.

The demonic eye at the center of his forehead glowed crimson, emanating a palpable and malicious power.

His dharma image appeared unremarkable, but the eye in the center held an extraordinary origin.

It was the eye of the Netherworld Evil Power Demon King, possessing unfathomable evil forces. Anyone caught in its gaze would immediately feel the crushing weight of a mountain, collapsing from the inside out.

Yet today, it was completely ineffective against the Zhonghuang Zi.

Nine clusters of Yang Demons encircled him tightly.

The Yang Demons had long black horns, their forms shrouded in black mist, their features indiscernible.

Their bodies were cloaked in a molten, lava-like substance, radiating a mighty and righteous Yang power.

The Yin Demon at the center was the stark opposite.

Its body emanated both supreme Yin and supreme Yang demonic natures.

"Impossible!"

Yunhai realized his eye had completely lost its effect.

A Yang Demon stepped forward, grabbing his ankle, the searing Yang power scorching him with a sizzling sound.

"Ah!!"

Yunhai screamed in agony.

Boom!

He shattered his own dharma body and used the force of his sleeve to pull everyone away.

Escape!

He needed to summon the Heavenly Master for help!

This was the only thought in Yunhai's mind.

With that, he and his people fled desperately, leaving those who couldn't keep up to be slaughtered by the crowd from Donghua Jungle.

"Yinhua, Ziye, return to the Jungle and mobilize the remaining forces. Be prepared to retreat at any moment."

"Qingyu..."

Song Lin paused, looking at the woman before him, and said:

"Your grandaunt is a traitor. She conspired against Master Zhi Xin and now intends to kill him. From now on, Donghua Jungle will be targeted."

"If you wish to leave, you may go home now. If not, then stay and follow Yinhua and the others."

Song Lin spoke steadily.

Ever since discovering that Wu Qingxuan was acting suspiciously, Song Lin had investigated Qingyu multiple times but found nothing unusual about her.

To Ziyun, Qingyu was merely a tool to get closer to him.

Song Lin had no intention of guilt by association.

In consideration of her past efforts, he chose to overlook prior grievances.

Qingyu bit her lip, then finally declared resolutely, "I will stay."

"Good, then you will take charge of evacuating people from the Jungle."

Song Lin then assigned Yuanbo and Xiangling to protect and accompany her.

The goal was to safely relocate as many people as possible overseas.

Meanwhile, his own group pursued Yunhai's party toward Xuanyu City.

Not long afterward, the group from the Holy Might Taoist School witnessed a peculiar sight.

Yunhai and his men were fleeing ahead.

Three Divine Dragons soared in pursuit, trailed by over a hundred streaks of tunneling light.

Watching the fleeing figures ahead,

The Earth Evil group exchanged bewildered glances.

"This has escalated... At the very least, this warrants a fire trial." Heavenly Slaughter chuckled bitterly.

As their accomplices, they would face no less than three centuries of punishment.

As Master of the Black Prison Mansion, Heavenly Slaughter knew this better than anyone.

"Where did Song Lin find such a Thunder Tribulation expert?"

Earth Evil murmured to himself, then gritted his teeth, "Let's go, follow them!"

"Follow them?"

"Yes!"

The situation had spiraled out of control, and it felt like a conspiracy to him.

Better to follow and investigate.

Perhaps there was a way to clear their names.

Earth Evil was deeply conflicted—he didn't want Master Zhi Xin to die,

But neither did he want to walk the same path to ruin alongside Song Lin.

In theory, Song Lin had no chance of winning, but the boy's overwhelming confidence was unsettling.

Confidence that was far too disturbing.

Soon, the group followed close behind.

Now, two factions were chasing down Yunhai.

The pursuers in the sky never imagined this chase would throw the entire Taoist School into chaos.

"The Grandmaster is standing up for us! Fellow Taoists, attack together!"

"Kill these sons of bitches!"

"I've had enough of you! Xuanyu City, so what if you're powerful?"

"Old Dog Zhang! Do you still remember the villagers from Qingshan County a hundred years ago? That's right, I'm the lone survivor of their family! My grudge ends today!"

Song Lin's plan was meticulously interconnected.

From gathering intelligence, to provoking discord among factions through the Evil Exorcism Altar, everything was set to ignite tensions.

Today, the fuse had been lit, triggering an all-out war between the two sides.

Some might consider Song Lin despicable, but from another perspective, weren't these grudges real? Unresolved conflicts would have erupted eventually; he merely expedited the process.

Besides, not a single innocent person had been killed in this scheme.

Finding someone truly righteous in the Holy Might Taoist School was an extraordinary challenge in itself.

"Do you have confidence?"

While flying, Song Lin transmitted a message to the Yin Demon above.

"Yes, two of the Eight Ghost Kings of Holy Might are vessels belonging to my lineage's ancestors. I'm confident I can drive them into madness."

The Zhonghuang Zi replied.

"Good."

This was one of Song Lin's greatest trump cards in orchestrating today's chaos.

The madness of two Primordial Spirit-level beings—just imagining it was terrifying.

Song Lin planned to use the ensuing chaos to rescue Zhi Xin and then escape overseas.

Soon, the group converged near Xuanyu City.

"Fellow Taoists, help!"

Yunhai shouted as he arrived at the gate.

"Hold your position!!"

Chuu Yuying and the Yin King led their forces to block the way.

From Xuanyu City, streaks of tunneling light emerged one after another, summoning countless Ghost Soldiers.

Xuanyu City was now shrouded in dark clouds extending for a hundred miles, with flags aplenty.

Countless evil ghosts and demonic cultivators glared viciously at their enemies.

At the forefront stood Yunhai, Chuu Yuying, and the Yin King—three of their core allies.

Behind them were various Masters, Department Directors, the Three Capitals, and the Five Masters.

On Song Lin's side were the Nine Yang Demons leading the charge, followed by Erlang God, the Seven Saints, and thirty-six demons.

Then came the three Divine Dragons, two hundred thousand Taoist Soldiers, and the various temple masters.

Guu Yuchan rode on purple lightning, while Yan Jiuge wielded a flying sword, guarding Song Lin's side.

Earth Evil and Heavenly Slaughter's group arrived belatedly.

"You've been too reckless," Earth Evil reprimanded, frustrated by the chaos engulfing the Taoist School below.

The green-haired, green-eyed Yin King stepped forward, exuding an unwavering aura as a Thunder Tribulation Perfection cultivator.