Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology

Capital.

The Eldest Prince ascended the throne as he had wished.

The coronation ceremony was not as grand as in the past; the various Heavenly Masters did not attend, sending only a few insignificant subordinates to receive rewards.

The Emperor's position was far less prestigious than before. The benefit of this: the throne could now be decided personally—for whoever you wished to choose.

The downside: there might no longer be an imperial tomb of the Underground Master, as such things cost a fortune.

Furthermore, the Great Zhou incident had led the Dao Alliance to decree that emperors were no longer allowed to cultivate. From now on, they would truly be mere mortals.

Xuanzong Shangqing Dao Alliance.

Qingchen examined the intelligence reports from all directions.

As expected, these people were colluding with demons one by one.

Especially the Northern and Northeastern Jiuxiao Dao Alliance and the Miao Fa Netherworld; because of the demonized physical body cultivated by Emperor Netherworld Dragon, they had good relations with the northern demons, particularly the dragon-type demons.

Emperor Netherworld Dragon, essentially another leader among dragon-type demons, had grown disheartened by matters related to Qingchen and had now become a ruler of the half-demons.

Others could be tolerated for a time, but this one, absolutely not.

Thinking of this, Qingchen took his brush and drafted an edict, instructing the western Python God Tribe to ally with ten demon tribes to attack the Jiuxiao Dao Alliance's territory and weaken their strength.

After the edict was taken away by his subordinates, Qingchen pondered for a long time.

"Recruit demons, make them work hard, or form a faction advocating peace."

Many impoverished tribes in the north could be negotiated with. Besides the Python God Tribe, other tribes could also be lured with significant sums of gold.

Foreign tribes were like a sharp blade—loyal to money, not people, holding no connection to other factions in the Central Plains, and disposable at any time.

Although they might potentially retaliate, and their demands were costly, no other blade was better suited than them.

It was precisely because of these demons that Qingchen was able to implement his plan to buy time.

Now, the Dragon Head Seal had been handed over to Jian Wuliang.

Once Jian Wuliang successfully broke through, it would be time to reveal their hand, rapidly sweeping through the Dao Alliance to form a united front against the demons.

Human stability would be established initially.

Though overall they were still weaker than the demons, they were no longer an easy target. Whoever made the first move had better be prepared to lose some teeth.

"Let's hope for peace in the world."

Time passed slowly. Each Dao Alliance and Daoist School secretly amassed their strength, either by training Taoist soldiers, creating Dharma Guardian Spirits, or stockpiling magic artifacts.

Resources could not multiply overnight, so they could only plunder more ruthlessly, sweeping up everything in their grasp.

This caused earth energy to become chaotic, leaving people destitute and homeless, many families displaced.

In contrast, Yinghua Land seemed like a paradise. Countless citizens flocked there in desperation.

As for the resettlement efforts, they were generally handled by individuals like Shi Yinhua.

Song Lin, by this time, had already ventured into a new world.

One month earlier.

In a secret chamber.

As a flash of crimson light flared up, runes of strange design appeared in the void.

[The osmanthus flowers of the Jade Palace had not yet fallen; the immortal concubine gathered their fragrance, her trailing tassels swaying.]

[World]: Qi Land Eight Gods.

[Thirty-Six Heavens]: Eight Gods Destructive Tribulation Realm.

[Time Flow Speed]: One to one month.

[Descent]: Physical body.

[Category]: Qi Country Myth, Middle Ages Myth, Eastern Penglai Myth.

[System]: Shan Hai Divine System.

[Karma Effect Cycle]: None.

This time, it was another physical body crossing.

That is to say, the spells cultivated in the story world would correspond directly to the real world.

Death in the story world would also cause significant harm to the real-world physical body.

However, what Song Lin cared about wasn't these, but the world itself.

Destructive Tribulation Realm?

Song Lin was a little surprised.

According to the *Record of Strange Treasures*, the Destructive Tribulation Realm was a crumbling world, either teetering on the brink of collapse or already suffering extensive destruction.

The next stage would be the Void Tribulation Realm, a world utterly annihilated and plunged into long-standing emptiness.

"Even mythical worlds can decay?"

Song Lin found it hard to believe.

At this moment, he arrived in the story world, standing by the shore, gazing out at the sea.

He had no attention to spare for the outside world, lost instead in thoughts of the world's destruction.

This world indeed exuded a palpable sense of decay.

This decay wasn't visible to the naked eye, but any Taoist who observed with their inner sight could perceive the breakdown of this realm.

The Qi Land Eight Gods were part of a very old myth—Heaven, Earth, and War as the three main masters, joined by the Sun Master, Moon Master, Yin Lord, Yang Lord, and Four Seasons Master, thus forming the eight masters.

Apart from the Warlord Chiyou and the Heavenly God Master Tianqi, the names of the other Divine Lords were entirely forgotten.

Based on Song Lin's experience, mythical tales might not merely be legends; they could very well be the truthful records of the heavens. The seeming contradictions in many stories might not be errors in transmission but reflections of different worlds altogether.

As for the Eight Masters, no tales of their deeds had been passed down—it was possible they truly had declined.

At this moment, Song Lin suddenly felt a sense of exhaustion.

Quickly, he ascended into the air.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, he sensed that his power had grown incredibly weak.

This weakness wasn't due to a loss of cultivation; rather, the strength he could exert had diminished.

For example, he might have the strength to lift one thousand pounds but could only raise a one-pound stone.

"So this is what a broken world feels like?"

Song Lin marveled aloud.

Earth energy was feeble, and spells couldn't manifest much power.

Only the unyielding characteristic and immense strength of the Nine-Transformation Mystical Skill remained intact. As for transformations, they required a bit of mana and thus couldn't be sustained for long.

Beyond the Nine-Transformation Mystical Skill, Song Lin could at most unleash the cultivation of the Divine Establishment Period.

"Fine, let's first survey the situation."

In this realm, there were no background stories to reference; everything had to be explored through one's own efforts.

A golden light shimmered at the center of Song Lin's brow as he summoned the Sun Jade Carriage.

The Eight Horses neighed loudly, seeming uneasy in this world, their behavior growing increasingly agitated.

The Divine Dragons within the World in the Pot also grew restless and uneasy.

If they were released, they would likely be injured.

After some time adapting, the Eight Horses finally settled down, and Song Lin mounted the carriage.

The carriage ascended into the sky, struggling to climb to a height of one hundred zhang.

This time, Song Lin discovered that he was on a large island.

Surrounding him was an endless, boundless sea.

Song Lin randomly chose a direction and began to fly.

After an unknown amount of time, another large island appeared ahead.

"Hmm? Why is the yin energy so abundant here?"

Where Song Lin was, the skies were clear and sunny, but one hundred li ahead, a dense layer of dark clouds enshrouded the entire island.

The yin energy on the island had materialized into various forms of demons and ghosts.

The gloomy and dark island stood starkly against the vast ocean, with the source of its yin energy seemingly emanating from a colossal bronze gate hovering in the sky above.

As Song Lin ventured closer, he even caught sight of two figures beside the towering gate.

"This haunted and sinister land is no place of goodness; I'd best steer clear,"

Song Lin murmured as he turned the carriage sharply, intending to circumvent the area.

Suddenly, the two figures near the gate moved, ascending into the sky.

To Song Lin's surprise, the two figures weren't demons—they were humans!

The one on the left was clad in ornate, colorful battle armor, while the one on the right wore a pitch-black war robe.

Both bore stern, righteous expressions, wielding a long halberd and a copper mace.

"It's the carriage of the Muu Emperor!! The Muu Emperor has arrived!! It's been three thousand years!!"

Excitement filled their faces as they bowed deeply toward Song Lin.

"Greetings, Muu King!!"

"Who are you two?"

Song Lin couldn't shake a feeling of familiarity with the pair, though he couldn't recall their identities immediately.

"I am Shentu!!" "I am Yulei!"

"We once served as generals of the East Army!"