Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 139 - 135 Yin Yang Balance, Heavenly Dragon Grand Ceremony! (2/3)

Chapter 139: Chapter 135 Yin Yang Balance, Heavenly Dragon Grand Ceremony! (2/3)

On this day, thunder roared within the void, and the blazing sun shone upon the earth.

Song Lin’s entire being transformed completely into a radiant sun.

Above his head, a divine soul identical to himself bathed in innate Pure Yang Qi.

It appeared almost tangible.

Boom!

A golden light shot into the sky.

It burst forth from the residence, forming a dazzling pillar of gold.

The pillar illuminated the dark clouds over the Baili Blessed Land.

Inside the blessed land, the commotion startled everyone, prompting them to rise and look outside the windows.

Meanwhile, Master Huoyun had also noticed the phenomenon taking place within.

Suspended several hundred feet in the air was a solitary figure.

The figure sat cross-legged with eyes closed, flanked by visions of the sun and moon.

This was the manifestation that occurs when one’s Divine Soul becomes externally visible after achieving Great Success in Spirit Refining.

Ordinary people’s eyes find it impossible to perceive the soul of a cultivator, typically observing only faint signs of phenomena.

Some see lightning, others ghosts and gods, or assorted weapons—the manifestations typically correspond to the cultivator’s True Qi, soul, or cultivation technique.

But Song Lin now displayed the appearance of both the sun and moon—an unsettling sight to behold.

"Impressive!"

Master Huoyun’s thoughts stirred.

He instantly sensed the nature of Song Lin’s True Qi and soul.

"Emperor Liquid Qi Refinement combined with innate Pure Yang Spirit Refining—what remarkable Yin-Yang unity!"

Within his tone, traces of envy emerged.

With Great Success in Divine Establishment, the soul transformed to Yang alignment, utilizing First-rank Pure Yang Qi.

Souls nurtured in First-rank Pure Yang Qi possess a quality severalfold higher than others.

At this moment, it remained unremarkable—for the Divine Soul, though capable of external manifestation, still wielded limited power.

The Golden Core birthed later would hold immense power, its dharma image astonishingly formidable.

"A fine prospect. I hope you survive the Dragon Abyss Conference!"

A genius only matters if they endure—otherwise, they’re merely a dead one.

Master Huoyun wasn’t inclined to personally protect Song Lin; had it been a typical demon uprising, intervention might’ve been plausible.

But this was the Dragon Abyss Conference—he could scarcely ensure his own safety, much less care for others.

Besides, even Song Lin’s survival through it seemed uncertain.

Generally, the essence absorbed during Qi Refinement and Divine Establishment should ideally align, making the Foundation Establishment Breakthrough easier.

Song Lin’s Yin-Yang balanced Qi Refinement and soul appeared excellent, but such a path presented greater challenges compared to common methods.

All in all, Master Huoyun didn’t hold much confidence in his prospects.

Below.

Song Lin sat with eyes closed in contemplation, sensing the transformations within himself.

Name: Song Lin

Realm: Foundation Establishment Breakthrough

Taoist Realm: Sixty-five years

Divine Skills: "Taiyin Secret Technique," "Temple Taoist Skill," "Peace Xuanke Soul Refining Technique," "Moon Cultivation Skill," "Innate Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Generalization True Technique," "Taiji Xuanzhen Heavenly Master Seal Scripture," "Heavenly Repairing Demon Seed Skill," "Innate Eight Diagrams Array."

Blessings: [Qi Control Six Voids], [Moon Cultivation Great Witch], [Temple Blessing], [Golden Crow Yang Pattern]

Items: Five Thunders Heavenly Master’s Token, Temple Emperor Seal, Cassia tree, Taiyin Bone Mirror, red umbrella, Heavenly Demon Stomach, Nine Yang Sword Talisman...

His Taoist Realm had grown merely five years, yet his True Qi had undergone substantial transformation.

Inside his body, Emperor Liquid True Qi surged ceaselessly like rivers and streams. With inner vision, his soul burned hot as the sun.

After Great Success in Divine Establishment, his True Qi had increased severalfold, raising his cultivation level by at least five or six times compared to before entering closed-door seclusion.

True Qi now carried an additional layer of scorching energy, likely enhancing the power of his spells. Moreover, he could command more Rampant Soldiers than previously.

Body and soul stood in stark contrast.

His physical form aligned with Yin while his soul inclined toward Yang.

The Yin-Yang harmony adhered to Taoist principles.

"Foundation Establishment Breakthrough should fuse Yin-Yang and unite Essence, Qi, and Spirit to achieve Core Formation."

Song Lin had roughly discerned the next steps on his path.

This Yin-Yang fusion presented greater difficulty than standard Foundation Establishment Breakthroughs.

The Taoist Temple Jungle’s texts offered little in the way of reference.

"I can only seek opportunities within the narrative world."

With this realization, Song Lin rose to his feet.

Calculating the time, he estimated he had spent about 190 days in this world.

After further stabilizing his realm, reaching the 200-day mark, he would likely depart.

...

On Yin Mountain, the designated site for the new Taoist temple.

The group had largely settled in.

Before the grand hall of the Grand Commissioner Institute.

Dharma altars were erected one after another.

Around ten stood tall, incense smoke wafting upward and piercing Yun Xiao.

Wang Ziyue occupied the central dharma altar, wearing a dharma robe with an austere expression. Two Taoist disciples beside him carried red candles in their hands, standing protectively by his side.

Amidst the spiraling incense smoke, Rampant Soldiers of towering stature gradually appeared, their closed eyes radiating a serene contentment as the incense made their forms more solid.

Wang Ziyue skillfully inscribed talismans.

These were Five Thunders Heavenly Soldier Talismans, or Five Thunders Talismans for short.

"Command!"

Wang Ziyue bellowed, and the talisman paper ignited spontaneously.

The paper burned to ashes, which fell into a bowl of consecrated water offered atop the dharma altar.

He picked up the bowl, chanting incantations under his breath.

"Heavenly Thunder, Supreme Esteem; Tiger and Dragon at War; Sun and Moon Shine Bright; Illuminate My Command; Receive Wisdom from the Heavenly Army; Respond to My Orders; Summon Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, Divine Soldiers and Generals; Let the talisman usher forth—hasten under the ordination of law!"

He drank the consecrated water in one gulp and sprayed it onto the Rampant Soldiers.

"Ahhh!!"

The Rampant Soldiers suddenly writhed in agony, emitting thick black smoke from their bodies.

The black smoke completely engulfed their forms.

As the smoke fully dissipated, their faces vanished, replaced by massive Yellow Turban Warriors standing twelve feet tall with red-jade complexions.

Producing five consecutively, Wang Ziyue exhaled deeply.

"Phew! Finally succeeded!"

All Hundred-man Generals were transformed into Yellow Turban Warriors.

Having completed the soldier refinement, Wang Ziyue began training the troops alongside the recently breakthrough-achieved Shi Yinhua.

In the skies above appeared an army of 64,000 soldiers, arrayed within the Innate Eight Diagrams Formation, each layer intricately interlocking with the next.

The battle cries were deafening, though fortunately their shapes were concealed from common folk, who in their unease could only discern ominous clouds—otherwise, the spectacle might have scared them to death.

An hour later, the drill concluded.

The group convened in unity.

"Finally mastered—Rampant Soldiers led by Yellow Turban Warriors prove far stronger than before," Wang Ziyue remarked.

"If we encounter the horned giant fish again, victory should now be assured," Shi Yinhua replied.

While the number of troops slightly diminished, their overall strength had increased immeasurably.

"Well done." Song Lin suddenly materialized, smiling at the crowd.

"Greetings to the temple master! Congratulations on achieving divine skill mastery!"

The group hurriedly bowed in deference.

Seeing this, Song Lin felt content—while few in number, the troops now boasted imposing strength and solidarity. Together, they might just weather the impending calamity.

"Additionally, other Taoists have also mastered the Innate Eight Diagrams Array—Dog-headed Taoist has trained eighty-eight soldiers."

Shi Yinhua deserves credit for their collective progression; while others might lack the capacity to lead 8,000 troops, they could still command 800 expertly.

"All right, I’m heading to the True Demon Temple. You all stay here for now."

After imparting the instruction, Song Lin soared into the distance.

The True Demon Temple resided in the western mountains—a region of unforgiving climate, a fitting birthplace for such a temple dedicated to studying sorcery.

West Wilderness County.

Song Lin concealed his presence as he arrived above the county.

Just as he appeared, the sound of drums and gongs reached his ears.

Glancing down, Song Lin observed below.

The villagers beat drums and gongs, hung lanterns, and formed bustling crowds. The procession carried red palanquins.

In the central palanquin sat two pairs of boys and girls.

Trailing behind was another palanquin bearing a beautiful young woman.

Unlike the ignorant innocence of the children, the woman’s lifeless countenance betrayed awareness of her fate.

Whoosh!

At that moment, the sky dimmed as clouds rolled in.

The earth darkened, revealing the faint outline of an enormous serpentine entity among the clouds.

Its pitch-black, gleaming scales, eerie green mist, and colossal fleshy mass conjured terrifying ambiguity.

The villagers, both fearful and reverent, dropped to their knees in worship, chanting fervently.

"Pay homage to the Heavenly Dragon!"

"May the Heavenly Dragon bless us with favorable weather!"

Song Lin got a clearer view.

This was a centipede over several hundred feet long with a thousand limbs!

Taking a deep inhale, the centipede sucked up the boys and girls, swallowing them whole, while one claw seized the young woman.

"A demon?"

Song Lin prepared to act, but the centipede’s eerie green eyes fixed upon him. Simultaneously, a voice emanated from the void.

"Song Lin, fellow Taoist, at last you’ve arrived—please, join us in the temple!"

It was Tianwu’s voice.

With Tianwu’s words said, its form vanished, leaving behind villagers suffused with relief.

Song Lin was dumbfounded.

This was not a demon yet shared demonic characteristics—what was the difference?

Judging from the villagers’ expressions, this seemed like a long-standing tradition, perhaps a festival called the Heavenly Dragon Grand Ceremony?

He had thought Xuanke Temple was dark and crooked enough, but True Demon Temple was evidently more sinister.

To cultivate sorcery, must even one’s character resemble that of demons?

Truly perplexing—the workings of this world were baffling indeed.

Song Lin mulled it over before descending to the base of the mountain below the Taoist temple.

The gatekeeping youth opened the door, revealing a sight that further defied expectations.

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