Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 103 - 102: Taoist School Leader, The Final Level_2

Chapter 103: Chapter 102: Taoist School Leader, The Final Level_2

Items: Temple Emperor Seal, Cassia tree, Taiyin Bone Mirror, red umbrella, Heavenly Demon Stomach, Nine Yang Sword Talisman...

"Qi Control Six Voids! Guang Chengzi’s Qi Gong has finally advanced."

[Qi Control Six Voids]: Qi Gong is the essence and Qi, which can be used as a medium for spellcasting and an extension of the limbs.

Song Lin hadn’t been idle during this time, modifying Guang Chengzi’s Qi Gong based on Ann Qi’s notes.

Qi Gong has many uses; it can serve as a spellcasting medium or an extension of the body.

Spellcasting no longer requires forming hand gestures, as Qi Gong can replace them.

Although one’s arms are not long, Qi Gong can extend far beyond reach.

Song Lin gazed forward toward a stone a thousand meters away. Between his eyebrows, a golden line appeared—this was the augmentation of Qi Control Six Voids. He began chanting:

"Five Thunders Essence Qi, hear my command, Divine Weapon, act swiftly as ordered!"

Boom!

A thunderbolt descended from the sky.

The stone shattered!

This was the Five Thunders Palm augmented by Qi Control Six Voids. The Five Thunders Palm technique was learned in the Altar Temple World. It is cast from the palm and has a range of no more than ten meters.

With the extension provided by Qi Gong, its effective range is greatly expanded.

Song Lin conducted a simple experiment, then returned to the Real World.

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Real World.

Three years had passed in the story world, but in reality, only a little over a month had gone by.

Calculated at the Mei Mountain Blessed Land’s time flow ratio of ten to one, truly only three days had passed in reality.

At this moment, Song Lin was still within the chaotic space.

Previously, his lack of awareness of time made the experience tortuous.

Now, with the story world’s marked time, life felt rather relaxed—it had only been roughly thirty days.

With nothing to occupy his time, Song Lin decided to manifest Guang Chengzi’s Qi Gong from the story world.

By now, this trial had eliminated ninety-nine percent of participants, leaving fewer than thirty people.

"Could there be an issue?"

The people in the sky overhead exclaimed in shock.

This young man appeared to be the calmest among the remaining contestants.

It was worth noting that this world was far from a simple place to merely meditate.

Anyone can meditate, and among cultivators, none lacked the endurance for solitude.

This trial sealed participants’ perception of time, causing every moment to feel endlessly prolonged.

Imagine someone being confined in a dark, sunless chamber for a thousand years, ten thousand years, or even a billion years.

Even immortals would go mad.

The other participants found secret techniques to temporarily shut down their sensory perceptions, halting their thoughts entirely.

Yet, this person seemed unaffected, continuing to practice spells.

Was he not afraid of succumbing to inner demons?

In a world devoid of temporal awareness, many incantations and gestures become impossible to coordinate, leaving one’s thoughts disordered and prone to inner destruction.

"Whose soldier is this?" Master Huoyun asked calmly, though clearly curious.

"This is Song Lin, just recently inducted. He’s a Taoist from Xuanke Temple. Who would have thought that even a minor sect like Xuanke Temple could produce such talent? That mental fortitude alone surpasses many of his peers," someone responded.

"Could it be Jiuyou giving him preferential treatment?" another speculated.

"Seems likely."

The strength of Jiuyou was well-established. Most of the Three Capitals and Five Masters of Mei Mountain Jungle hovered around the Core Formation Realm. If not for internal shortcomings, someone like Song Lin may already be in the higher echelons.

"Master, should I investigate further?" a sinister-looking, hooked-nose man proposed.

"No need. Everyone has their opportunities; there’s no reason to dig too deep," Huoyun replied generously. "Right now, the demon clan is powerful—having talents among the human clan benefits us all."

At the mention of the demon clan, the group fell quiet.

Even the Heavenly Masters of Taoism spoke with nothing but silence in the face of the demon clan.

If one laid out the map of Wu Country, it would show that the Wu State Period only occupied the southeastern corner of the continent.

To the north was the massively larger Moyu Demon Country, while the west was also dominated by the expansive Yujue Demon Country, and offshore stood the Demon Islands.

Fortunately, Moyu Demon Country lacked unity, governed by various tribal factions.

Yujue Demon Country was separated by great mountain ranges, with its main forces uninterested in the meager resources of Dawu Country.

Nevertheless, demons frequently invaded, causing havoc from time to time.

"Isn’t the Dragon Abyss Conference of the eastern Demon Islands approaching soon?"

"Likely within the next few years."

The Dragon Abyss Conference was a grand assembly for demons, who, before the meeting commenced, would invade Wu Country as a means of asserting their status.

The conference was no mere formality; each time, the death toll exceeded millions, leaving Taoist temples razed and no one spared.

Although these so-called temple masters and sect leaders appeared dignified, in front of the boundless demon army, they were but a drop in the ocean, unable to create much impact.

"Sigh, let’s leave it to the heavenly masters to handle. Still, by then, I hope the human clan’s strength is bolstered enough to avoid being ones merely exploited," Huoyun Taoist said with a deep sigh.

As time passed, only eight contestants remained.

Among them were those familiar to Song Lin: Shi Yinhua and Hua Qing. Shi Yinhua, being the sole participant in the Qi Refinement Realm, drew far more attention than Song Lin.

Apart from Song Lin, all had their unique capabilities.

Shi Yinhua was enveloped entirely in sinister mist, as still as a corpse.

Hua Qing had transformed himself into a statue.

Only Song Lin remained nonchalant, continuing to cultivate his spells. Occasionally, he entered the story world for Spirit Refining, strolling at ease and unperturbed by the trials around him.

Within the dark, sunless chaos, Song Lin finally mastered the augmentation of Guang Chengzi’s Qi Gong into Qi Control Six Voids.

"Phew, it’s finally done," Song Lin exhaled in relief.

The process spanned another thirty days.

During this time, he refrained from revealing his abilities.

He understood that someone was surely watching this place closely, monitoring every move.

The Five Thunders Meeting wasn’t as terrifying as the first three trials.

Most participants reaching this stage were already sect elites and wouldn’t fall to infighting. Those who couldn’t endure simply had to shout to withdraw.

This proved someone was monitoring every moment here.

Of course, casualties were not absent—some stubborn individuals pushed too hard and ultimately succumbed to inner demons.

Crash!

Suddenly, a ray of light emerged within the chaos.

Like the first glimmer at the dawn of creation, it quickly filled the space.

Boom!

White light engulfed Song Lin’s body.

He almost cried out.

Pain! It hurt so much!

The agony resembled countless tiny knives slicing his flesh incessantly, the accumulation of small pains rivaling the severity of execution by dismemberment.

Soon, phenomena like burning flames, drowning, gusting winds, and burial under earth followed.

Song Lin felt like a piece of driftwood in a vast ocean, subject to manipulation at will.

After a long while, Song Lin steadied his mind and discarded the pain.

This phenomenon was certainly an illusion.

Only, the illusion was too realistic, thoroughly disrupting his sensory perceptions.

The previous trial targeted thoughts—this one, it appeared, aimed at combining thoughts with senses.

Otherwise, with such tangible energy pouring down, he would have been instantly obliterated.

Still, illusions should not be underestimated; who says they cannot kill?

Illusions can disrupt cognition and deceive the brain, potentially leading to death.

Understanding this, Song Lin re-entered the story world.

No point refusing to use this trump card—it would be foolish!

Of the remaining eight contestants, half withdrew. Song Lin still seemed the most composed.

This caught everyone off guard.

"It appears the Ding Pass cannot faze Song Lin. Perhaps the Shenxiao Ancestor’s legacy will fall into his hands."

"Hard to say. The trials of Static, Insight, and Wisdom were set by the Grandmaster for evaluation. The crux lies in earning the Grandmaster’s approval—plenty have conquered the Insight trial, only to be rejected afterward."

Gradually, time passed, and only three participants remained in the trial—Hua Qing, Shi Yinhua, and Song Lin.

This trial didn’t last as long as the previous one. After experiencing the calamities of creation—earth, water, fire, and wind—the Ding Pass saw three survivors.

The surrounding illusions dissipated, revealing the original landscape.

Hua Qing initially thought he’d be the sole survivor, but upon turning, he saw two others—the pair from Xuanke Temple.

"Is Xuanke Temple really that strong?" Hua Qing murmured in disbelief, surprised to find others capable of reaching the third trial.

Meeting Hua Qing’s gaze, Song Lin smiled and nodded slightly.

The Five Thunders Heavenly Master Order was his ultimate goal, a symbol of future status and qualification to lead as temple master.

No matter the token’s intrinsic value, standing out in this conference would establish his credentials.

Boom!

Soon after, the third trial, Wisdom Pass, commenced.

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