Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 144 - 140 The title of the book is "Youyang Zazu", choose 1 out of 2 options.

Chapter 144: Chapter 140 The title of the book is "Youyang Zazu", choose 1 out of 2 options.

"Master Ancestor!" Zhengyang murmured to himself, "Indeed, a transcendent figure outside worldly affairs, so free and unrestrained!"

"Sigh, when will we meet again?" Ann Qi deeply sighed. "Is it really going to be three hundred years?"

"I’m not sure, but I believe the Master Ancestor will definitely return."

The crowd exchanged glances, feeling somewhat lost, unsure of the path ahead.

Three hundred years. Among them, could any live for three hundred years?

"Master Ancestor has taught us the Core Formation Method. If we practice diligently, our lifespans will surely increase in the future," Zhengyang said. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

The Taiyin Corpse Dissolution Method that he cultivated required continuous reincarnation. With each reincarnation, his cultivation would grow.

"I must return overseas to go into seclusion. Fellow Daoists, see you in three hundred years!" Wei Zixu said.

"I can no longer do it," said Xiaoyao Zi and Xuan Su, with Li Qing and Bi Xuan also sighing one after another.

They were already old and frail, and the hope of achieving Core Formation in this life seemed impossibly distant.

"Why not train in the Corpse Dissolution Method with me?"

Zhengyang’s method was not difficult: the soul, through continuous reincarnation, would refine into a Pure Yang Soul, ultimately breaking free from the constraints of the physical form to become a Pure Yang Immortal.

"Alright!"

The crowd nodded in agreement.

Their path was now set, yet a sense of melancholy lingered among them.

For those practicing the Reincarnation Technique, it was likely that they would not meet again in this life.

It wasn’t about being born in the same year, month, or day; sometimes one would awaken while others were still reincarnating.

Zhengyang entrusted everyone with the spell, reminding them, "Oh, right, make sure to choose your reincarnated body carefully—don’t pick one with crossed eyes, a crooked mouth, a hunchback, or lame legs."

"In any case, let’s focus on cultivation for now!" Zhengyang stepped onto his flying sword, and before departing, he said to Ann Qi, "If we have yet to awaken in three hundred years, please find us and enlighten us."

"Of course!" Ann Qi watched everyone leave, his expression melancholic. Then, he took out a bamboo slip.

He wanted to document their deeds.

Perhaps in the distant future, when he had forgotten everything, these records would help him recall.

Chapter One: Emperor Donghua.

"Donghua Zhengqi, Pure Yang Bright Deity, his virtue towering, upright and magnanimous, a revered teacher of the Taoist School. Mystic Crowned Celestial, Purple Mansion Burning Pill, Huangting Refining Dao."

Chapter Two: Master Zhengyang.

"Fishing in Fenyang, White Dragon hooked; finally catching the auspicious fish, Cicada Transformation beyond form..."

Since it was an autobiography, a bit of exaggeration wouldn’t hurt.

Ann Qi didn’t expect that Li Shimin would later confer Song Lin with the title of Emperor Donghua.

After recording their stories, Ann Qi stood up and left, returning to the Central Plains.

"Entering the world is also a form of cultivation. You probably won’t get to witness this resplendent Tang dynasty! This old Taoist shall enjoy it thoroughly!"

Walking on the water, Ann Qi’s appearance transformed from old to youthful, even somewhat handsome, as he headed toward the Central Plains.

"Hmm, I must find the time to document my experiences. Let’s call it... ’Youyang Zazu.’"

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Xuanke Temple.

It was the second day since Song Lin had gone into seclusion.

That night.

Tianwu meditated in his guest room, but the demon nature in his heart made him unbearably restless.

He could no longer endure!

He dreamt of eating people; without consuming human flesh, he felt uneased.

"Enough. Tonight, I will kill!"

Tianwu stood up, his mouthparts emitting a hissing sound.

Boom!

With a powerful leap of his feet!

His figure burst through the roof, reaching above the clouds, transforming into a hundred-zhang-long centipede.

His venomous eyes fixated on the city below.

By now, the night had deepened. Aside from the soldiers and the Rampant Soldiers patrolling the streets, the other residents had long since fallen asleep.

Of course, even in sleep, Rampant Soldiers stood guard nearby.

Rampant Soldiers, being spirits, could remain unseen by mortals if desired, making them nearly undetectable.

Tianwu spat out a green poison pearl.

This was the Evil Poison Pill he had refined with his lifetime’s essence. It served as both a magic treasure and an inner core.

The Evil Poison Pill blew out a green Yin Wind.

The poisonous wind moved silently, sweeping across the earth.

Wherever it passed, houses melted away without a sound, though it left the residents unharmed below.

Though he couldn’t poison himself, devouring people whose bodies liquefied into pus still made Tianwu feel somewhat nauseous.

After melting the rooftops, Tianwu inhaled deeply, drawing hundreds of people into his belly.

Yet after consuming these people, Tianwu still felt unsated.

Seizing the opportunity, he unleashed a massacre, devouring thousands in one go, Rampant Soldiers included.

This disturbance finally alerted the people of Xuanke Temple.

Clang!

Shi Yinhua led a group of people flying out. Looking at the hundred-zhang-long demon above, he felt no fear and even questioned, "Senior, what are you doing?"

"Exterminating demon scum!" Tianwu sneered viciously, saying, "What, you want to stop me from killing demons? Even your temple master wouldn’t dare say such a thing!"

"I wouldn’t dare. I merely think it wise to wait for the temple master to emerge. Otherwise, wouldn’t Senior be breaking your promise?"

"Scram!!"

With a sweep of Tianwu’s tail, he sent the group flying instantly.

"Heh heh, that’s right, just like that!!"

On the street below, a mortal suddenly spoke with a venomous, aged voice.

No sooner had he emerged than Tianwu killed him on the spot.

As conflict erupted, Song Lin at that moment completed his karmic task.

In the secret chamber.

A dark red book floated before Song Lin, its cover marked with the large, blood-red seal script for the words *Monster Chronicles.*

The book flipped open, page by page.

Lao Mountain Taoist, Taiyin Refining, Temple Emperor, Nuogao World.

It finally settled on *Nuogao World.*

[The Eight Horses traverse thirty thousand li daily. Why has Emperor Muu never returned?]

[World]: Nuogao Record

[Thirty-Six Heavens]: Four Heavenly Kings, Mortal World

[Time Flow Speed]: 1:50 years, 1:1 month.

[Descent]: Soul

[Category]: Western Kunlun Myth, Buddhist Myth, Eastern Penglai Myth.

[System]: Buddhist Divine System, Penglai Divine System

[Karma Effect Cycle]: Complete.

Items: Lotus Throne Fragment, Bright Forest, Hundred-Headed Elephant, Coiled Dragon Jade, Green Snake Sword, Resentment King Bronze Statue, Fusang Fruit, Meridian Tiangang Sect Secret Manual, Xuanyin Secret Manual...

Divine Skills: Demon Seed Sky Filling Technique, Golden Crow Yang Pattern, Heavenly Human Six Seals...

The Divine Skills didn’t require much consideration, as Song Lin could replicate them entirely in reality.

The only conundrum now was which item to extract.

Currently, there were two options: Bright Forest and Coiled Dragon Jade.

[Bright Forest]: The Divine Tree of Emperor Shitian, capable of equipping soldiers with Vajra Armor.

[Coiled Dragon Jade]: One of the Emperor’s Four Treasures, capable of three forms: Coiled Dragon Form, Cangyu Form, Armor Form. It cannot fly but carries potent toxicity, with power increasing alongside its size.

The former’s Vajra Armor wasn’t particularly strong but excelled in toughness, immunity to fire and water, and its inherent brightness could repel evil and dispel poison.

If not for the Vajra Armor, thousands of Monk Soldiers wouldn’t have held off the Rampant Soldiers for so long.

If this item equipped all Rampant Soldiers with armor, their combat strength would increase by at least thirty percent.

"However... the Coiled Dragon Jade isn’t bad either."

It was a top-grade spiritual artifact capable of withstanding Core Formation Stage attacks, and it had the added advantage of growth potential.

Moreover, Song Lin felt there might be hidden narrative threads tied to it.

This item had a connection to Emperor Muu. If all four of the Emperor’s Treasures were collected, who knew what miraculous events might be triggered?

"Never mind, I’ll choose you!"

Song Lin manifested a shining golden karmic link. With a single thought, he exchanged it for the Coiled Dragon Jade.

Clatter!

A jade pendant with a coiled dragon pattern and a greenish hue appeared in his palm. It shone brightly and transformed into a one-zhang-long green coiled dragon.

Its appearance resembled that of an Azure Dragon, though it lacked the Azure Dragon’s sanctity, appearing far more ferocious, with claws and fangs gleaming with a toxic green light that instantly evoked intimidation.

"Good lad." Song Lin stroked the dragon’s head.

The Coiled Dragon seemed to enjoy it.

Knock knock knock!

At that moment, a knock sounded at the door.

With a creak, the door automatically opened, revealing a flustered Zhou Xuan.

"What’s the matter?" Song Lin frowned.

"It’s bad! Tianwu Taoist and Corpse Taoist are in conflict! Many people have died!"

"What? Take me there!"

Song Lin stood up and followed Zhou Xuan out.

Stepping outside, he immediately saw the enormous centipede in the sky, the thousands of Rampant Soldiers, and the gray corpse qi filling the air.

The corpse qi seemed to form a ghostly maze, locking the centipede within.

On the ground below, many buildings had collapsed, with the bodies of Taoist disciples and mortals scattered about.

Seeing this, Song Lin became furious, surging into the sky atop True Qi.

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