Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology

"Are you generals of the East Eight Divisions? Why haven't I heard your names before? Also, weren't you under the Yellow Emperor's command?"

Song Lin finally remembered.

These two were Shentu and Yulei, the guardians of the Ghost Gate. Their first meeting was in the Nuogao Record World.

That was also the world where the Four Great Arhats of the Buddhist Sect were attacked.

The two had claimed to be guarding the Ghost Gate under the Yellow Emperor's decree. Later, they mentioned Muu Emperor's promise that after thousands of years, someone would come to rescue them.

Eventually, Song Lin did rescue them successfully.

As he thought of this, Song Lin suddenly realized.

Had the worldline contracted?

He had indeed once been Muu Emperor. Meeting those who lived thousands of years prior now could very well be destiny.

"Your Majesty may not know, but we indeed once assumed aliases to join the Great Zhou. Back then, Lvu Gong used three chickens to suppress the Ghost Gate, briefly freeing us. However, when those chickens were stolen, we had no choice but to return to restrain the gate."

"Do you still recall what happened in ancient times?"

Song Lin inquired.

"We remember. May I ask which aspect Your Majesty refers to?"

"All of it—what happened after I left."

"After Muu Emperor ascended and passed the throne to Gong Wang, Gong Wang ruled for 365 years and then passed it to King Yir, who ruled for 160 years, and then to King Xiaoo… King Xuann ruled for 60 years, briefly revitalizing the Great Zhou before passing it to King Youm, whose folly with the beacon fires led to the vassals' betrayal and the downfall of the Great Zhou."

"A reign lasting 800 years."

"Much happened during this time. Near the end of Gong Wang's rule, Kunlun Mountain collapsed, and eight suns appeared in the sky. Near the end of King Xiaoo's reign, the Buddhist Sect spread to the Central Plains."

"By the end of King Lii's reign, Kunlun Mountain collapsed again. The West Queen Mother Country vanished, the Four Gods disappeared, the eight suns reappeared, and the land split into four parts."

Kunlun Mountain, the ancestral vein of the world, broke apart, splitting the earth into four sections. The Great Zhou occupied the eastern section, which became its core domain.

With Heaven high and the Emperor distant, coupled with the disappearance of the Four Gods and the Nine Tripods after Muu Emperor's departure, the generations that followed naturally grew weaker and weaker.

The penultimate emperor, King Xuann, managed to revitalize the Great Zhou briefly, but under King Youm's rule, everything was utterly ruined.

"Man proposes, but Heaven disposes!"

Song Lin sighed deeply.

His methods had been sound. If Kunlun Mountain hadn't collapsed, splitting the world into four, perhaps none of this would have occurred.

Even the theft of the three chickens was part of these significant historical events.

"Where did the West Queen Mother and her company go?"

"I do not know. It is said their disappearance is tied to the eight suns. The Buddhist Sect seemed to have come for the eight suns as well. They fought with the Human Clan and the Eight Sun Demon Soldiers for thousands of years. In the end, no one knew the result."

Song Lin sorted through the timeline in his mind.

First, the collapse of Kunlun Mountain, then the emergence of the eight suns.

The eight suns were likely the Qi Land Eight Gods.

For reasons unknown, the Buddhist Sect appeared, engaging in an intense struggle with the others, ultimately fracturing the world into four continents.

"By the way, in the end, who won?"

"It's unclear. This realm endured millennia of chaos. With the establishment of the Da Li Dynasty, there has been relative peace in recent years."

Da Li controls the eastern Dongsheng Divine Continent, the Western Continent, and part of the Southern Continent, with the other portion serving as a Buddhist Sect sanctuary.

The Northern Continent remains a dwelling place for demons and monsters.

"The Eight Masters, the Buddhist Sect, Kunlun…"

Song Lin murmured to himself.

When he had left, the Queen Mother of the West had appeared deeply anxious. Could it have been because she foresaw today's calamities?

Perhaps her reason for asking him to remain was to address Kunlun's plight.

Though the Buddhist Sect's role was ambiguous, they were certainly no benevolent force.

Seeing Shentu and Yulei reminded Song Lin of the ancient tale of the Four Sea Dragon Kings impersonating the Four Gods.

They had even boasted about taking revenge in future years.

Now that people from the Buddhist Sect had returned, was the world's karma calling on him to drive them away?

"Forget it. I'll go to Da Li and investigate further."

Song Lin stayed on Peach Mountain for three days.

During this time, he learned much about the norms of this world.

Most ancient spells no longer worked, and many cultivation techniques had become obsolete as Heaven and Earth Essence Qi grew increasingly scarce.

People had turned to physical body refinement, exploring the extremes of bodily power.

Others had focused on cultivating soul and Yin God arts, enabling return to the physical realm to influence reality.

Still others—demons—absorbed Sun and Moon Essence to temper their bodies.

As for Shentu and Yulei's request, Song Lin could only respond cryptically.

"Thousands of years from now, someone will come to save you. The time is not yet ripe."

Song Lin, unwilling to alter the timeline, left it at that.

Recognizing the Emperor's resolve, the two had no choice but to follow his mandate.

Song Lin pondered for a long while before speaking further:

"A thousand years from now, the envoy will possess the Moon Cultivation Seal of the West Queen Mother. You will recognize the envoy by this mark."

"We will remember this!"

"Oh, and on the eastern island is an ancient Fusang Tree. Be sure to guide the envoy there to retrieve it."

After arranging everything, Song Lin ventured alone to the eastern island. From the World in the Pot, he retrieved a sapling of the Fusang Wood.

He then adjusted his mana, and a sun-like pattern appeared on his brow.

This was the Golden Crow Yang Pattern, containing potent Yang power.

Though suppressed by this world, it was still adequate for someone at the Divine Establishment level.

At that moment, the timeline converged with the previous world.

Having completed these tasks, Song Lin headed west.

He journeyed to Dongsheng Divine Continent, where the Da Li Dynasty resided.

He wished to see this world with his own eyes.

For ten days and nights, he flew.

The closer he came to the mortal realm, the more he felt the weakened Heaven and Earth Essence Qi.

What had once been a journey of a mere blink of an eye now took ten days to traverse.

Song Lin estimated that without relying on the turtle-shell-like Nine-Transformation Mystical Technique, his cultivation would only be comparable to the Divine Establishment Period.

Before long, he arrived at a small coastal village.

Villagers were drying fishing nets by the riverbank, while shouts rang out from the village square.

Gazing at the scene, Song Lin noticed a group of people practicing martial arts.

At the center was a robust black-faced man.

His punches were fierce, accompanied by strong sounds of wind.

His lower body seemed rooted, as steady as an ancient pine, immovable.

Even if ten bulls tried, they likely couldn't pull him away.

For an ordinary mortal body to possess strength comparable to spells—

Song Lin was immediately intrigued by this world.

Could this be the legendary Martial Arts?

After all, Song Lin had never encountered a true expert in Martial Arts.

In the real world, there were martial artists, but their skills were mere trifles, with the highest cultivation level being the fetal breath stage.

Still, Martial Arts could be considered a branch of the Immortal Dao, sharing commonalities with the demons' physique-refining techniques in the real world.

But unlike those demonic methods, it was far more harmonious.

And now, traveling physically, learning a bit of martial arts wouldn't be bad.

With this thought, Song Lin transformed into a disheveled young man, appearing sickly, as though on the verge of starving to death.

Plop!

Just managing to reach the village entrance, he collapsed onto the ground.

"Hmm?"

The black-faced man glanced over, his gaze sharp as a blade.

Thus began Song Lin's life in Chen Family Village.

In the first year of the Qi Land Eight Gods' era.

Song Lin helped catch fish for half a year, gradually earning the trust of the villagers. He then subtly brought up his desire to learn martial arts.

"Haha, where is that even martial arts? It's just simple rural techniques, not even worthy of a name."

The black-faced man, Chen Dahu, laughed heartily.

Then, with a hint of pride, he added, "Still, when mastered, it can make one a Thousand Jin Martial Artist at least."

"What's a Thousand Jin Martial Artist?"

"You don't know? Very well, let me explain the Martial Arts Realm to you now."