Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology

Boom!

Countless bright weapons descended from the sky, coupled with Song Lin's heartfelt words, prompting every surviving mortal and benevolent demon in the world to rise up in resistance, weapons in hand.

A desperate struggle of cornered beasts!

Facing imminent death, the fear of dying seemed to pale in comparison to the thought of dragging down an enemy companion alongside them.

The Mortal World descended into chaos once again.

On the altar, an Innate Eight Diagrams hovered in the air, with figures like Chiyou, the Drought Evils, and the Twelve Yuan Chen assembled behind it.

"Are they fighting with all they've got now?"

The Demon King sneered. To him, this resistance was utterly meaningless. He was a hero on the verge of transcending Harmonization, about to attain the Heavenly Immortal Dao.

In his view, this group was just trying to take someone down with them in their final moments.

He extended a finger, lightly pointing into the void.

A beam of black light shot out from his fingertip. Growing with the wind, it absorbed the Demonic Qi of a thousand-mile radius, forming an enormous ghostly green skull.

Boom!

Golden light clashed with the skull, which then exploded, spreading ghostly green Yin Fire across a thousand miles.

Mao Zhong and Chiyou led thousands of disciples through the flames, charging toward the Demon King like a fearless suicide squad.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

No matter how the others acted, the Demon King simply flicked his finger lightly, causing over thirty percent casualties among his opponents.

It wasn't out of arrogance but rather Chiyou who had mitigated much of the spell's power.

What puzzled him was this: Why weren't they taking the chance to escape, instead choosing to recklessly charge at him? Were they trying to bite off a piece of his flesh?

If that were the case, he would show them what it meant to be the Demon of all Demons.

The Demon King's eyes turned golden, his skin sprouting short golden fur, while a vast, oppressive, malicious, and chaotic will engulfed the entire world.

The world grew dark once more.

Zombies, Drought Evils, Ghost Kings, and Demon Lords all shed bloody tears and howled mournfully toward the heavens.

Woo!

Yin Wind mixed with demonic cries, chilling hearts and cracking courage.

The void split into web-like fissures, each carrying the properties of cutting through all things, descending upon the group like an inescapable net.

The Demon King struck; there was no escape. All could only watch helplessly as death approached.

Mao Zhong halted, awaiting something unknown.

"Not good!"

Despite his vast experience, the Demon King realized he might have fallen for his opponent's trap.

Though unsure of the exact ploy, the enemy's unflinching confidence seemed unnervingly out of place.

Suddenly, a little demon leapt up from the foot of the mountain, clutching a white jade-like Tiger Talisman in its hand.

"I've found it!!"

The demon was none other than Song Lin in disguise.

Just as the inescapable net threatened to tear everyone apart, Song Lin invoked the Heaven and Earth Xuan Sect and hurled the golden Tiger Talisman into the portal.

Boom!

A powerful aura surged forth.

The skies cleared, revealing a boundless expanse of azure blue.

The Heaven and Earth Xuan Sect swung open, and golden light pierced through the inescapable net.

Beyond the golden portal, a towering figure emerged, draped in a golden Eight Diagrams Robe and crowned with a Yin Yang Crown. Stern-faced, he wielded both a magic sword and a horsetail whisk, embodying a Heavenly Method dharma image.

He bore a slight resemblance to Mao Zhong, though his features were notably more mature.

With a hand gesture forming a spell, he intoned:

"Summon troops and dispatch generals! By the command of the law!"

Countless warriors in golden armor with red faces, black armor with white faces, Yellow Turban Warriors, and Flame Soldiers poured forth.

Together, their numbers exceeded a trillion.

A trillion Heavenly Soldiers waged war upon this world.

"Second Brother!"

Seeing reinforcements arriving, Mao Zhong heaved a sigh of relief.

"Mao Gu!!!"

The Demon King roared bitterly, trapped and unable to break free from the encirclement of three Taoist Ghost Emperors.

This was Mao Gu, the Mao True Monarch of the Sanmao trio. Perhaps busy with Heavenly Court affairs, his appearance lasted only a fleeting moment before he vanished.

Above the heavens, across the earth, and beneath the ground, every corner was swarmed with Taoist Soldiers and Heavenly Generals.

Without needing Song Lin or the others to take action, the trillion Heavenly Soldiers and Generals descended, instantly shattering the demon and ghost ranks into oblivion.

"A mere wave of the hand summons a trillion Heavenly Soldiers! This is what the majesty of the Heavenly Court looks like!"

While these Heavenly Soldiers and Generals may not possess high cultivation levels, their overwhelming numbers formed arrays of 3.65 million soldiers each, acting as colossal meat grinders reducing demons to ashes in mere moments.

Casually summoning a trillion; if they unleashed their full strength, could this number rise to tens of trillions, or even numbers so vast they reached the quintillions or beyond?

This is the power of beings above Heavenly Immortals? Song Lin was astounded beyond belief.

Compared to this, the struggles between mortals and demons in the Real World seemed utterly inconsequential.

No wonder the future Xiao Mao True Monarch, upon learning that the Human Clan was being oppressed by demons, merely brushed it off, saying they should tidy up the land and report back to him.

It was as if he were speaking of cleaning the house before stepping out.

The skirmishes between demons and humans in the Small Thousand World were, in the eyes of those transcending it, nothing more than minor chores.

Defeating the Demon Clan and restoring rivers and mountains—these were merely prerequisites, trivial steps to be completed.

Before long, Song Lin joined in the task of cleansing the demons.

Of course, it was mainly about capturing a few while still leaving some to refine into puppets, to prepare for use in the future.

Boom!

As time passed, the Howling Beast was sieged by billions of Heavenly Soldiers and was eventually subdued by four Ghost Emperors.

Of the Harmonization Drought Evils, six were captured, eight Ghost Emperors were taken down, and the rest all perished in this epic battle.

After the demonic chaos was quelled, the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals dissolved into spiritual light, vanishing as if they had never existed.

"Haha, this is incredible! Such wonders exist in this world!"

The twists and turns throughout left one unable to process it all. Myth indeed feels like myth, brimming with epic grandeur.

Meanwhile, the Heaven and Earth Xuan Sect remained wide open, revealing the Heavenly Court on its other side.

"This battle has given me immense insight. Upon returning, I should be close to breaking through to Harmonization. You must be nearing it, too?"

"A slight improvement, but I'm still far from Harmonization."

Upon returning, he should be able to enter the third level of "Entering Dao," approximately akin to a Primordial Spirit Peak expert.

Should he reach the fourth level of enlightenment, he could use the Dragon Head Master Seal to deeply perceive the Great Dao, thus achieving a breakthrough to Harmonization.