Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology

"I'm in a hurry. Why don't all of you come at me at once!"

Song Lin exuded unrestrained dominance.

Wow!

The crowd instantly broke into an uproar. This kid is way too arrogant!

He dared to invite everyone to attack him at the same time?

No defender in history had ever been this outrageous.

The Heavenly Masters watching from the skies murmured amongst themselves.

Jian Wuliang approached the Spirit Treasure Celestial Master with a sly, mocking tone:

"Your disciple really has talent. Let's just hope it's not only his tongue that's sharp."

"Heh, the fight hasn't even started yet. No need to rush, Taoist. Feel free to have your disciple step forward to challenge—oh, wait, forgive me, I forgot your disciple is already dead."

The Spirit Treasure Celestial Master inwardly blamed Song Lin for being impulsive, but outwardly, he wouldn't back down.

Jian Wuliang's face turned green upon hearing this retort.

After a long pause, he forced a sinister smile and said, "So confident, aren't you? Heh, let's see who'll have the last laugh."

As soon as Song Lin finished his declaration, someone immediately wanted to step up to teach him a lesson.

Whoosh!

But before that person could make a move, Jianxin's sword heart pulsed, and he landed lightly on the thousand-zhang-high platform.

"You should recognize me."

Jianxin unsheathed his treasure sword, speaking softly: "This is the sword she gave me. Today, I'll use it to cut you down!"

Boom!

Before his words even finished, Song Lin wielded cultivation techniques, commanding his Qi to summon Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.

Boom!

Jianxin struck the thunder with his sword, dispersing the lightning completely.

Immediately, Jianxin launched a strike toward Song Lin.

The attack carried no dazzling sword light, no piercing sonic booms, and no glittering special effects—it was an almost clumsy slash, like a child swinging without control.

Thud!

Song Lin suddenly felt a chill on his neck. An invisible force had left a fingernail-sized wound there.

The cut was small, and within the next second, it healed completely. Nonetheless, Song Lin was astonished.

This guy managed to bypass his dharma body!

Jianxin's killing move was far from over.

He merged into the void, completely vanishing.

An ancient, primal aura swept forth.

Like the eternal Great Dao... like the ebb and flow of epochs... like the rise and fall of civilizations.

Time was slipping by; all things decayed.

Song Lin summoned Twelve Yuan Chen.

Each figure, identical to him in cultivation level, struck wildly at any suspicious area around them.

The space atop the Heavenly Law Platform was vast, likely reinforced by ancient restrictions. The platform was estimated to span three thousand li.

At that moment, Twelve Yuan Chen unleashed a kaleidoscope of techniques, creating a blinding spectacle that masked the scenario above.

Jianxin countered with Heart Sword.

Using his heart to command the blade, the hidden Ancient Sky Dao shrouded itself in the void—silent as time, imperceptible as passing years.

This Great Dao required profound comprehension.

Once understood, it revealed unparalleled power.

A sword meant to kill through the heart.

Jianxin completely disappeared.

Invisible sword radiance sliced through techniques from all angles, landing on Song Lin's body.

These sword lights could not be captured by any force.

A mere thought and they arrived instantly.

No matter how tightly Twelve Yuan Chen surrounded him, nor how Song Lin summoned black flags to seal off the space, it was futile.

This was the Sword Dao of "Nothingness."

Every technique belonged to the realm of "Existence."

Just as one can kill a man of nobility, but cannot extinguish his principles.

Once the heart can influence reality, its power becomes immeasurable.

In the span of a moment.

Song Lin's body bore numerous wounds, even his self-healing slowed considerably.

"This Sword Dao is truly fearsome!"

Song Lin was inwardly alarmed, his intuition never failed him—this opponent was terrifying beyond measure.

Despite the overwhelming might of his techniques, he hadn't managed to inflict any substantive damage on Jianxin.

Boom!

In the sky, Nine Tripods materialized.

The tripods radiated invisible power, suppressing all within this realm.

Once the space stabilized, Song Lin vaguely spotted a shadow in the northwest.

"Exorcise!!"

Song Lin swung his sword sharply.

Golden sword qi gleamed brilliantly, accelerating toward the shadow and slicing through it.

Twelve Yuan Chen's techniques inundated the area like tidal waves.

Bang!

The shadow shattered; a faint muffled groan echoed through the void.

Following that, another wave of ancient primal force struck.

The array formed by the Nine Tripods disintegrated, and sword qi pierced through Song Lin's head.

Of course, this wasn't the end; Nine-Transformation Mystical Skill wouldn't falter so easily—the head regenerated in the next instant.

Gold, wood, wind, and fire—the four major Yuan Chen formed an array.

Thousand-zhang golden energy. Thousand-zhang wood energy. Thousand-zhang wind energy. Thousand-zhang fire energy.

They evolved into myriad mystical techniques. Coupled with the tripods anchoring the Ancient Sky Dao.

Song Lin gradually traced Jianxin's whereabouts.

After all, this was a true Great Dao—distinctly different from ordinary Divine Skills.

The two fought so fiercely that heaven and earth seemed upended.

Not only was Song Lin overwhelmed by Jianxin's strength, but Jianxin himself was equally astounded.

The toughness of this person's dharma body!

This was the most formidable dharma body Jianxin had ever encountered in his life—flawless and bereft of any weaknesses.

His only option was to chip away at Song Lin's mana bit by bit, slowly bleeding him dry.

If it had been anyone else, Jianxin would have had full confidence in eliminating them, but Song Lin's techniques were far too potent.

Numerous yet perfectly cohesive—they seemed to manifest as divine beings, each spell surpassing the root-level methods of others.

Even countering them exhausted Jianxin to the brink, narrowly avoiding disaster multiple times.

The duel reached a tense stalemate.

Beneath the platform, the nineteen onlookers were dumbstruck.

Without these two making a move, they wouldn't realize just how vast the gap between them really was.

It truly made one despair.

Jianxin's swordsmanship was self-explanatory—expected to defeat them within three moves at most.

Song Lin's techniques, each one an insurmountable wall, if deployed like now, would overwhelm them entirely after just three strikes.

It seemed they really would need to join forces.

The battle captivated the Heavenly Masters, who focused intently on their clash.

They hadn't seen such ferocious and exhilarating combat in years—each strike shrouded in tens of thousands of lethal risks.

The Spirit Treasure Celestial Master covertly wiped away cold sweat.

"You must win!"

If Song Lin successfully defended the platform, he would become the new Dragon Head Master.

By then: Taoist Heavenly Master, Taoist Alliance Celestial Master, and Dragon Head Master.

The synergy of three Master ranks.

The Harmonization Realm would be just within reach.

Time continued to flow; Song Lin entered a mysterious realm.

Heart Sword… slashing hearts...

Since it is a sword of the heart, then let the heart overcome it.

"Born of celestial dragons, the Dao ascends; Zhang Lie's righteousness shines upon the Upper Pure, assisting the righteous path, acting in equitable harmony. Six Jia pierce through essence, transcending Nine Heavens..."

Song Lin began reciting the Little Three Emperors Scripture.

These were the Secret Scriptures of the Three Emperors, containing 216 esoteric words. The inner verses of the Three Emperors initiated communion with the divine.

Unknowingly, Song Lin entered into a meditative state.

All things—the cosmos, spells, divine skills, humans, demons—transformed into emptiness, leaving only himself in the void.

Song Lin observed himself and the world through a detached, third-person perspective.

Within the emptiness existed 108,000 luminous specks, each moving along irregular paths.

The entire void shimmered with chaotic, dazzling resplendence—a surreal mess.

"These are thoughts?"

The Taiyi Golden Flower Scripture had taught that these lights were the reflection—from human delusions.

Song Lin had always thought his Taoist skills were profound, yet hadn't imagined his inner mind was this chaotic.

No wonder he had struggled to find Jianxin, for his own heart had been disordered from the start. How could he grasp that elusive speck of ancient Dao in the void?

Furthermore, compounded by the Fire Tribulation and its heart-refining flames, Song Lin's inner resilience was already formidable, yet still packed with hidden distractions.

Song Lin sat at the center of the void.

He consolidated his spirit and anchored himself at his Spirit Platform.

The Spirit Platform was situated three inches behind the brow.

This is the residence of one's divinity.

The Great Dao resides within the tiniest of spaces.

The chaotic lights of the void gradually disappeared, transforming the surroundings into absolute emptiness.

Now, only Song Lin remained.

Suddenly, at the edge of the void, a light emerged.

A white brilliance gradually expanded, resolving itself into a silver tide rushing forth.

The crest of the waves revealed a figure wielding a sword.

That figure turned out to be Jianxin.

Jianxin had also identified the flaw within Song Lin's heart.

The sky flooded with countless sword lights.

Slashing hearts!

A severed heart means death!

However, by then, Song Lin had eradicated his inner vulnerabilities.

His heart was now impervious, as indestructible as his Nine-Transformation Mystical Skill.

Bam!

Bathed in sword light, he stood unmoving.

Back within reality, Jianxin's form reappeared.

He was still a thousand li away.

Song Lin mounted the Sun Jade Car, arriving in an instant.

Catching Jianxin in the moment of his astonishment after his broken spell, the Emperor Sword cleaved downward with the might of heaven and earth.

To use Sword Dao to kill a Sword Immortal.

Not only slaying the body, but also extinguishing the spirit.

Jianxin finally regained awareness.

He realized his swordsmanship had been defeated and knew his heart had fallen. He smiled faintly:

"No wonder Qu Ying lost..."

Sword Qi invaded his body, wreaking havoc internally and externally.

Just as Jianxin faced his final moment, Qingchen intervened, summoning a ray of pure light to lift him.

Song Lin gazed skyward—half watching the Spirit Treasure Celestial Master and half observing Qingchen Heavenly Master.

"Qingchen, your actions violate the rules. Even if Jianxin admits defeat, he should at least speak for himself. Can't you see he has already given up?"

The Spirit Treasure Celestial Master protested indignantly.

Qingchen pondered for a while, then said:

"The remaining members of the Xuanzong Shangqing Dao Alliance all concede. We withdraw."

The outcome was decided.

This response served as an olive branch to the Spirit Treasure Celestial Master.

"Haha!"

The Spirit Treasure Celestial Master suddenly let out a hearty laugh.

The Dragon Head position was his!

The decisive outcome!

Those remaining truly couldn't stand against Song Lin. From the heavens, it was clear that the seventeen left would have to join forces.

Second-ranking Xiang Liu grew dissatisfied, transforming into the nine-headed Xiang Liu, obscuring the skies, unleashing nine ferocious divine skills.

Song Lin transformed into Fatian Xiangdi, manifesting three heads and six arms.

Punch after punch, he pounded Xiang Liu into submission.

The rest couldn't even contend against Twelve Yuan Chen.

When combined with the devastating Xuantian Technique, the outcome was inevitable.

Within an hour.

"I've won."

Song Lin hovered mid-air.

Above him hung twenty-four Cloud Seals. He stood atop his Jade Car with the Eight Horses neighing and Sword Qi reverberating.

Countless dharma lights shimmered like stars surrounding the sun and moon.

This scene was deeply etched into everyone's memory—a moment destined never to be forgotten.

Beside Qingchen Heavenly Master, Jianxin slowly regained consciousness, gazed at Song Lin's figure, and found a faint crack had formed in his Dao heart.

Such an era belonged to Donghua. For years to come, this moment would remain vivid.

The magical meeting concluded.

Song Lin triumphed!

The Donghua Master completely dominated—all others utterly defeated.

He suppressed every genius of this age.

Achieving an unprecedented record.

These days were no constellation of stars, but the singular brilliance of Donghua.

Qingchen disbanded the array.

Everyone returned to the Dao platform.

"Good lad—not bad! In the future, ask for anything you need without hesitation."

The Spirit Treasure Celestial Master stepped forward to Song Lin, his expression tinged with excitement.

The Dragon Head position secured.

The Spirit Treasure Celestial Master could no longer maintain his masterful demeanor.