Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 109 - 108 - s Strategist Ghost Valley, South Sea Ye Xian (Three in One)

Chapter 109: 108 Chapters Strategist Ghost Valley, South Sea Ye Xian (Three in One)

Boom!

The Yin Yang Tai Chi obliterated everyone’s spells.

The cultivation of a True Person with Perfect Dharma Phase far surpasses the strength of a Manifestation Saint.

Wang Qii had already achieved Great Perfection in his dharma image.

The Yin Yang Tai Chi Diagram hovered above like a massive grinding plate, rotating ceaselessly overhead.

An overwhelming pressure swept through the scene.

The True Person’s dharma image, as the name suggests, manifesting the soul’s influence within reality, was perceived by everyone as a divine manifestation.

Covering a span of a hundred zhang, the Yin Yang Tai Chi exerted its oppressive aura, akin to an invisible forcefield that firmly bound the crowd.

Boom!

The Yin Yang Tai Chi descended with crushing force, resembling the grinding pressure of a colossal millstone.

Everyone felt as if they were grains caught in its grinding wheel—ready to be pulverized into dust within the next moment.

Bi Xuan’s Xuanyin Domain, formed by yin energy, encircled the crowd with a faint green glow.

Within this domain, the pressure resembling Taishan’s crushing weight weakened considerably.

"Fellow Taoists, I may not be able to hold on much longer," Bi Xuan’s delicate face turned pale. Xuanyin Sect disciples—all women—were struggling to endure as well.

"Xiaoyao Zi, I will put forth my full force to create an opening. You use the Heavenly Escape Technique to lead everyone out!" Xuan Su said sternly.

"Fellow Taoist, you..." Xiaoyao Zi’s expression shifted drastically as realization dawned, "Calm yourself first! There might be another way!"

"It’s already too late."

Crack! Crack!

As the two spoke, Bi Xuan’s Xuanyin Domain groaned and creaked, on the verge of crumbling apart.

"Prepare yourselves!"

Xuan Su formed the Spirit Officer Technique with his hands. His crimson eyes burned as veins bulged across his pale skin. The sound of his pounding heartbeat echoed clearly in everyone’s ears.

"Sect Leader!" Yin Yang Sect disciples cried out in grief and anguish.

"Remember this well—never follow the example of Wang Qii in the future!"

Xuan Su, a graceful middle-aged man, visibly aged at an incredible pace, transforming into a white-haired elder in mere moments.

Swish!

Clouds and winds swirled erratically as two immense black-and-white serpents, hundreds of zhang long, materialized in the void.

Adorned with dragon horns atop their heads, the serpents’ power was tenfold their previous might.

"You..." Wang Qii’s expression flickered upon witnessing this and felt an inexplicable jolt within his heart.

This man is truly giving it his all!

But is it really worth it?

Boom!

The true name of Yin Yang Tai Chi was the Yin Yang Grinding Plate.

As the name implied, it was a technique that utilized Yin Yang as a grinding mechanism to decimate foes.

The black-and-white serpents hurled themselves toward the Yin Yang Grinding Plate with reckless abandon.

The Grinding Plate shredded the serpents’ scales, causing them to shriek painfully toward the heavens.

Logically, constructs of spells should not have pain perception. However, since these spells were formed from Xuan Su’s soul, the pain was Xuan Su’s own.

Crack! Crack!

The two serpents managed to ram the Yin Yang Grinding Plate upward slightly, prying open a tiny fissure.

At this moment, Xiaoyao Zi sprung into action.

With a wave of his sleeve.

Swish!

A group of people transformed into streaks of white light and vanished into the horizon.

"Master Wang, you held back after all," said the Heavenly Intent Divine Monk.

"A mistake." With that reply, Wang Qii’s figure disappeared, clearly in pursuit of the fleeing group.

With his hands pressed together, the Heavenly Intent Divine Monk addressed the three senior monks beside him, saying:

"Du E, Du Nan, Du Jie—lead the disciples to intercept them. We must ensure the Demon Sect does not rise again."

As Wang Qii watched the others’ retreating figures, he thought to himself: His debt to them was paid. Whether they survived or not would now depend on fate.

These impulsive individuals had disrupted all of his plans.

Wang Qii was not without a sense of nostalgia.

But none of them understood his perspective.

His bottom line was the preservation of peace.

Why should the common people suffer? After painstaking efforts to end centuries of division, the world now risked plunging into the chaos of sectarian strife once more.

On this point, Wang Qii felt no guilt.

Under his strategy, the Taoist School could gradually regain its Primordial Energy—a steady and prudent approach.

Two groups pursued each other through the night.

By the East Sea.

Streaks of white light landed on the ground.

Tired and worn, hundreds of people had traveled through the night, now utterly drained.

Xuan Su was unconscious. Xiaoyao Zi and Bi Xuan had exhausted their True Qi.

Not far in the distance, Wang Qii and a throng of monks approached rapidly.

There was no escape now.

"What a pity, misplaced trust in the wrong person," Xuan Su said with a bitter laugh.

If the Taoist School hadn’t pinned all their hopes on Wang Qii back then and squandered so many resources, they might still have stood a chance.

Pudu Zen Temple was powerful, but their influence wasn’t omnipresent across the land.

Alas, this was the end of the road.

Swish, swish, swish!

Monks wielding Water and Fire Sticks closed in from every direction.

Before long, Wang Qii stood before them once again.

Facing the threatening monks of the Zen Temple, this time Wang Qii would show no mercy.

"I’ve given you many chances. My bottom line is the preservation of peace in the world."

"So we are the root of the world’s turmoil, aren’t we?" Xuan Su laughed bitterly. "Wang Qii, Wang Qii—seems Pudu Zen Temple has truly brainwashed you. Fine, if we all die here, the world shall be at peace, right? Just wait and see!"

Wang Qii’s brow furrowed, his immortal-like demeanor finally breaking.

"I’ve emphasized this numerous times—why can’t you understand? The Taoist School must not meddle in politics, or it will bring disaster upon the world! Did we learn nothing from Zhang Jiao during the late Han or Sun En during the Jin Dynasty?"

The Buddhist Sect adheres to detachment from the world—no matter how large their numbers, the most they do is chant scriptures in the mountains or conduct ceremonies.

The Taoist School, on the other hand, combines existential and worldly practices.

When Confucius met Laozi, Laozi said, ’When a gentleman finds his moment, he rides; when he does not, he walks humbly under burdens.’ This later evolved under Mengzi into ’Secure oneself alone in hardship; benefit the world upon success.’

When the Taoist School’s numbers swell, it easily forms vast organizations, becoming targets of rulers’ fear and suppression, which in turn sparks rebellions and widespread suffering.

This issue was debated between Wang Qii and the Heavenly Intent Divine Monk for three days and nights.

Realizing this, Wang Qii would never aspire to be a Taoist leader.

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