Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology

Once this realm is established and stabilized, we can use the Nine Tripods and the Mother Tree of All Things to break through three major checkpoints consecutively, and achieve mastery in the tenth layer of the Qiankun Treasure, thus advancing to the Primordial Spirit Realm.

This process will only take a dozen years—this is the power of the innate immortal embryo. Perhaps others are unaware, but the most dazzling star of the future won't be the three Ancient King Corpses, but Wu Chen, the rising star.

As a thriving Taoist School, there will always be waves of newcomers overtaking the old generation.

East Sea, Extreme Cold Abyss.

This is a place so menacing that not even demons dare to set foot here.

The seawater is pitch black, with no sign of life beneath. A pervasive chill envelops an area spanning thousands of miles.

This abyss is so cold that even those who wield furnace-like fires would be instantly frozen into icy statues.

The sky is gray and murky, shrouded with drifting clusters of dark clouds.

Perched atop the dark clouds are two forms of demons—one with a snake-like lower body, and the other carrying a massive turtle shell of various colors on its back.

At the forefront of the clouds stood two figures. To the left was one with a snake body and a humanoid head, draped in a dark green feather cloak. It had no nose, its facial features seemed as if melted wax. This demon was Teng Zhu of the Teng Snake Clan; to the right stood a human-shaped figure with white hair and eyebrows, a long beard cascading down its chest, and eyes brimming with the light of wisdom—for this was Lingying, the Spirit Turtle Demon Lord, of the Shipeng Turtle Clan.

According to tradition, the Shipeng Turtle Clan consists of ten sub-clans. Among them, the Divine Clan had long vanished into the annals of history, leaving the Spirit Clan to naturally ascend as the Clan Leader.

"You sensed the aura of the Ancestor?"

Teng Zhu's gaze flickered—since Lingying had come to him for help, it was clear that he would demand his share.

"Indeed, the aura of the Divine Clan. I will make it clear to you: as long as you assist me in exploring the secret realm or join forces to fend off other contenders, half of the treasures will be yours."

"Are you not allocating three-tenths to the Upper Clan?" Teng Zhu asked.

"Ha ha, once the secret realm is opened, we'll possess immense power. We can effortlessly eliminate the Heaven and Earth Xuan Sect, and we ourselves will become the Upper Clan. Who else must we answer to?"

"Moreover, I can awaken the true body of the Ancient Demon residing therein—by then, who's to say which of us will reign supreme as the Upper Clan?"

Thus was Lingying's intention to rope Teng Zhu into an alliance.

Lingying lacked the ability to protect all the treasures; attempting to monopolize them would be futile.

The commotion from days prior had likely tipped off major factions, prompting him to turn to Teng Zhu—someone from the Upper Clan with great strength and a desperate thirst for power.

"Very well. Let us descend now."

The two came to an agreement before leaping into the bone-chilling abyss below.

The two Harmonization Demons sank deeper into the depths.

Pitch darkness surrounded them, swallowing all light. The roaring currents were the only sounds filling the void.

Lingying relied on the faint stirring of ancestral bloodline to guide the way.

According to the annals, the Turtle Clan of ancient times had enjoyed an elevated status comparable to that of the current Upper Three Clans. It was only with the extinction of the Divine Clan that the standing of the Turtle Clan fell into decline.

If the Ancient Demon buried beneath truly turns out to be a descendant of the Divine Clan, then its leadership will surely herald the revival of the Turtle Clan.

As for Lingying himself, he harbored no designs for power or dominance.

By nature, turtles are benevolent creatures, living off the wind and dew. Were it not for his role as Clan Leader and the need to ensure the continuation and standing of his people, he would never willingly join a war.

After all, the bullying of small clans by major clans had grown unbearably ruthless.

At the very least, he needed to secure his clan's position.

The two powerful figures led a contingent of elite forces to explore the abyss.

The rest waged war on the battlefield, sapping humanity's strength. Once the Human Clan was sufficiently weakened, it would be their turn to reap the rewards.

As the demons searched, countless eyes in the shadows observed their every move.

Their plans could not escape the notice of others.

Many were merely lying in wait to claim the spoils.

Dark currents surged beneath the surface.

...

Story World.

Jiufeng Mountain had now become a flourishing Taoist sanctuary.

The number of disciples surpassed ten thousand, with many Taoist sects joining their ranks.

For instance, the sword cultivator lineage of the Primordial Emperor Daojun—only now did Song Lin realize the reason future Taoist schools incorporated sword cultivation skills stems from its dissemination here.

Time and space truly are fascinating concepts.

"Has the Demon Tribulation almost ended?" Mao Zhong asked.

"Perhaps it's near its end," he replied.

Song Lin remained perpetually vigilant.

The demons within this realm either submitted or were largely eradicated.

Perhaps the clue to the key was hidden in Taishan. Today, the two emerged from seclusion precisely to investigate this lead.

Boom!

A sudden explosion echoed from the mountaintop, and a strange fragrance spread forth.

The scent resembled sandalwood, mingled with the crisp freshness of vegetation.

"It's done!"

Song Lin's eyes lit up.

As it turned out, the Nine-Transformation Golden Pill had been successfully refined!

Rushing to the hidden chamber, Song Lin arrived just in time to witness three golden suns emerging from the Furnace of Eight Trigrams.

With quick reflexes, he immediately seized the three pills.

The surface of the pills exuded a concentrated medicinal power, forming clouds that materialized into nine whirlpools—these were the Nine Apertures.

"Indeed, Taoist, you've successfully refined them!" Mao Zhong exclaimed in surprise. "Forgive my repeated persuasion, but would you reconsider joining the ranks of immortals? Based on your cultivation, you would at least secure the position of Heavenly Venerate. If we return to the Heavenly Court, we can roam the myriad Small Thousand Worlds and enjoy immortality—what bliss that would be!"

This marked yet another attempt by Mao Zhong to recruit Song Lin.

Song Lin's alchemical mastery combined with his comprehension of the Innate Dao made his future potential boundless.

"Ha ha! Taoist, your persuasions are futile. I'm accustomed to my freedom and carefree existence, and I struggle to shoulder great responsibilities."

For most, joining the ranks of immortals is not considered a constraint, but rather a liberation leading to unparalleled freedom.

Even those in Harmonization would require extraordinary fortune to transcend the Small Thousand Worlds.

If offered a guided ascension to the Heavenly Court, one would no longer be shackled by a Small Thousand World, gaining access to over a hundred such worlds post-ascension.

But for someone like Song Lin, whose ambitions were rooted in independence, why would he settle for being a minor official within the Heavenly Court system?

"Enough of that talk—here, take this pill as my expression of gratitude for the teachings you've bestowed upon me."

Mao Zhong accepted it without hesitation.

Gazing at the pill in his hand, Song Lin felt it might allow him to deepen his understanding of the Great Dao.

With that thought, the two postponed their trip to Taishan, opting instead to consume the pills first.

Returning to the World in the Pot, Song Lin swallowed the Nine-Transformation Golden Pill in one swift motion, leveraging its boundless medicinal power to forcibly comprehend the Golden Flower of his Spirit Platform.

As time passed, Song Lin seemed to meld into the Great Dao itself. Without mana, without any medium, simply by existing within this realm, he could mobilize the power of Innate Yang Qi at will.

Song Lin sensed he had reached the threshold of the third stage, "Entering Dao." If he progressed further to "Enlightenment," he could immediately enter the Harmonization stage.

This was Harmonization—melding oneself with heaven and earth to harness the Great Dao.

However, the loss of this realm would severely diminish his strength, posing challenges for someone who continually traversed various worlds.

The Sanmao Heavenly Court utilized a method of applying the Dao through Dharma Seals when entering unfamiliar worlds—a practice exemplified by Mao Zhong.

After ten days, the duo emerged from seclusion, their Taoist Realms having advanced significantly.

"The Nine-Transformation Golden Pill certainly lives up to its name," Mao Zhong remarked.

"Let's go find the Tiger Talisman—it's almost done," Song Lin replied.

The world was at peace, and the seas were calm.

The Pure Yang Sect had become invincible. This tribulation had been successfully overcome; as for the next tribulation, it all depended on their fate.

Boom!

Suddenly, broad daylight dimmed unnaturally.

Everyone looked to the skies to see countless black beams of light cascading down like meteors.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The black beams struck the ground violently, shaking the earth across a thousand-mile radius.

This single wave of attacks annihilated much of civilization.

"What… is this? Are they alien invaders?"

Song Lin was stunned. Was this the legendary Ancient Demon?

Their ignorance was forgivable—Mao Zhong was still inexperienced, not yet in Harmonization, and disconnected from the major forces, hence missing the warning signs.

Unstoppable on earth, but facing foes from above.

The demons and ghosts pouring from the skies were more relentless, more vicious, like an unending tide.

Primordial Spirit Ghost Kings, Demon Commanders, Flying Zombie Drought Evils—they were everywhere.

The earth witnessed Harmonization Drought Evils and Ghost Emperors in quantities numbering dozens.

Their descent brought instant carnage.

City by city fell, living souls devoured, their spirits enslaved into ghost armies.

The system Song Lin and Mao Zhong painstakingly constructed crumbled in an instant.

Mass slaughter. An apocalypse.

"So this is the Upper Pure Demon Tribulation?"

Only now did Song Lin grasp the true magnitude of its devastation.

The Ghost Emperors and Demon Evils quickly detected the strongest figures of this realm and converged upon them.

"It seems we're in for a tough battle."

Song Lin sighed, realizing the final tribulation had arrived.

Boom!

Blood and energy surged to the heavens—Chiyou emerged.

But how could a single Harmonization cultivator fend off dozens, perhaps hundreds?

(An update from the Alliance Hierarch will be added tonight.)