Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 151 - 147: Danqiu Feathered People, Descend into the Mortal World

Chapter 151: Chapter 147: Danqiu Feathered People, Descend into the Mortal World

This child grew up and had the audacity to covet the position of the Heavenly Emperor, even sending troops to assault Danqiu.

At the time, floods had destroyed the world, and all living beings were nearly annihilated.

Even the Undying Feathered People of Danqiu, among the ranks of immortals, suffered heavy losses.

The Heavenly Emperor sent Song Lin to personally deal with this son born from Jiang Shui, but Song Lin, out of old affections, let him go. Enraged, the Heavenly Emperor killed Song Lin and appointed a new official to quell the rebellion.

But this was not the worst—later, the Heavenly Emperor discovered that humanity did not honor divine mandates. In his fury, he destroyed the world.

The Nine States were in disarray, blood soaked the mountains and rivers, and even the heavenly dome ceased to operate.

Countless years later, the Heavenly Emperor dispatched the Four Gods to the mortal world to restore balance. Finally, the celestial mechanisms resumed their functions, and the mortal world gradually gained the divisions of four seasons and twelve months.

This memory was extremely hazy, and Song Lin wasn’t sure if it was true or false.

The Heavenly Emperor’s identity was a mystery—no one knew what he looked like, nor his name.

All that was known was that his domain lay beyond the Nine Heavens, guarded by an earth mole-shaped creature with four horns, with the Red Phoenix patrolling and Lu Wu managing affairs.

The Heavenly Emperor’s abode resembled a palace, or perhaps the stars beyond the Nine Heavens. The Heavenly Emperors resided there, a place no mortal could enter without fate guiding them.

As for Danqiu, it was a towering mountain connecting to the Emperor’s domain. For the mortal world, Danqiu was the Upper Realm; for the Heavenly Emperor, Danqiu was a Lower Realm.

Danqiu’s Upper Immortals were quite peculiar. Unlike Taoist immortals, most ancient immortals were grotesque in appearance: square-eyed monsters, bird-headed Feathered People, pointed-eared Feathered People, long-tailed Feathered People, Guangxiong People, or even the Three-body People, to name a few.

After a long while, Song Lin opened his eyes and scoped his surroundings. He found himself by the Jade Forest and Green Water, with colorful birds perched in the trees and distant music wafting through the air.

Had he just fallen asleep?

Looking around again, he saw a few figures with strange appearances. Covered entirely in white bird feathers and bearing wings on their backs, they seemed like spirits of birds, their delicate facial features suggesting they were likely female.

"Wake up! How dare you sleep?" A Feathered Person patted Song Lin’s shoulder nervously. Song Lin propped himself up and stood.

He realized he was vastly different from those around him.

He was a true human being, and not some feathered bird spirit.

Among the bizarre figures surrounding him, only Song Lin looked the way he did.

Moreover, this place was filled with celestial radiance, with auspicious clouds draping the skies, and five-colored phoenixes soaring above. Could this place be the legendary Danqiu?

Just as Song Lin considered summoning the *Monster Chronicles*, the crowd parted. An elderly man in a cyan robe, supported by a staff, stepped forward.

The old man had snow-white hair and a kindly face.

"The Emperor!"

The crowd called out in unison.

Song Lin instinctively knelt with the others.

Was this the Heavenly Emperor?

Why did he resemble a mortal king—or perhaps the Human King and the Heavenly Emperor were one and the same?

Following the Heavenly Emperor were a few alien gods, one with a bull’s head, another with dragons coiled on their shoulders, and yet another resembling a primitive savage.

The Heavenly Emperor’s voice, ancient and measured, intoned: "In times past, Emperor Ku sought to pass down his throne. Gonggong and Zhuanxu battled for the throne, unleashing a flood that destroyed the world. The Heavenly Emperor sent Zhu Rong to quell the chaos. Thereafter, the Heavenly Emperor eradicated the world, and the throne passed to Zhuanxu, who then passed it to me of the Dating Clan."

"I tasked Zhu Rong and the rest of you with dividing the year into four seasons and twelve months, and adding the celestial dome so that heaven and earth might function harmoniously."

"The Heavenly Emperor is wise!"

"The common people suffer pitifully; how lamentable that mortal order remains unsettled. They eat raw flesh and drink animal blood, no longer following the customs of ancient times. Emperor Zhuanxu severed the linkage between heaven and earth, forbidding immortals and gods from descending to the mortal realm; Feathered People possess wings, yet cannot fly downward."

Just then, the Heavenly Emperor’s gaze shifted toward a figure standing up ahead.

Upon seeing this person, the Heavenly Emperor’s eyes lit up.

"Very well. Stand and speak—was it you who was sleeping earlier?"

Song Lin rose, clasped his hands, and bowed. "Indeed, it was I. I await the Heavenly Emperor’s punishment."

"Do you know that today is the day I convene with my court? How dare you sleep at such a time?"

Song Lin struggled to find an excuse.

With a wave of his hand, the Heavenly Emperor summoned a fierce wind, which spun Song Lin around and carried him to the edge of the heavens.

The Heavenly Emperor’s voice echoed by his ears.

"By decree of heaven and the stars, I cast you down to the mortal world. Only by enlightening humanity, defeating evil gods, and restoring reverence to the Heavens can you return to the Upper Realm."

The immortals on Danqiu were dumbfounded. To think that merely falling asleep warranted such a severe punishment!

His status as a Human Immortal was stripped from him. The immortals of Danqiu could live for a thousand cycles.

With Danqiu’s Divine Water and Immortal Medicine to extend life, they were theoretically eternal and indestructible beings.

Yet a mortal life lasts but a fleeting century. In such short time, how was it even possible

to fulfill such a task? The punishment was nothing short of draconian.

"Do you all think I am too harsh?"

None dared to speak.

"I have merely revoked his Divine Skills and granted him an immortal body. If he can purge the world of its filth, I shall bestow upon him an Emperor’s position in heaven!"

...

Song Lin, dizzy and disoriented, descended to the mortal world.

He arrived in the mortal realm.

It was a towering mountain.

Bang!

Song Lin landed with a crashing thud, leaving a massive pit in the ground.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Song Lin coughed violently. Lying on the ground, he gazed up at the heavens, breathing heavily.

What a spectacle!

In just the span of an hour, he had offended the Heavenly Emperor and been cast down to the mortal world. Compared to previous experiences, this world was infinitely more thrilling.

Wasn’t it said that the limits of a world were determined by one’s *essence blood*?

Song Lin felt speechless, but on second thought, it made sense.

The so-called limits must be the limits one can face.

The Heavenly Emperor and figures of his ilk likely wouldn’t intervene directly—they probably had no interest in mortal matters.

Based on what the Heavenly Emperor said, this was a post-apocalyptic world; most of the land must be populated by primitive savages, and cultivation levels couldn’t be too high.

Swish!

Just then, a massive bird soared past the horizon.

Its wings alone spanned more than two miles. Though it flew high in the sky, the wind it generated toppled trees as it passed.

Song Lin stared, dumbfounded. On second thought, he retracted his statement and decided to assess his own condition first.

He flipped to the first page, which described the world: this was a realm of Chu mythology, an ancient mythological realm. His guess was correct.

But what was this avatar’s descent about?

With a thought, the description appeared:

[Avatar]: Formed from a strand of the body’s essence and soul; if the avatar is destroyed, the original body suffers weakness at best and loss of primordial energy at worst.

"Such a method of descent exists?"

Though it wouldn’t kill him, it was enough to make him miserable for a while. He’d have to tread carefully, especially during critical tasks in the real world.

Next, he turned to the second page.

Name: Song Lin

Realm: None

Taoist Realm: None

Divine Skills: [Immortality]

Items: None.

As expected, he brought nothing with him but his immortal constitution.

[Immortality]: A trait of Danqiu Immortals, granting a lifespan of one thousand cycles.

"Not bad," Song Lin thought to himself.

The Heavenly Emperor’s task was to vanquish the Heaven and Earth Evil Gods and restore order to the mortal world.

"If my guess is correct, this must be the ancient era, shortly after the severance of divine and mortal realms. In that sense, I actually have an advantage."

He wondered whether this was a fictional realm or tied to actual history.

The complexity of ancient Heavenly Emperors was staggering.

The Heavenly Emperor wasn’t a singular figure but a succession of many. Moreover, Human Kings and Heavenly Emperors were intertwined, with timeframes that differed, making it nearly impossible to piece the timeline together.

Of course, the divine system of ancient sages was actually quite simplistic, often revolving around battles between the descendants of Emperor Yann and the Yellow Emperor for the throne of the Heavenly Emperor.

Regardless, humanity was only in its infancy. Regaining his strength would be the first priority, and then he could address other matters slowly.

This world was teeming with demons, and Song Lin’s current strength wasn’t even on par with an ordinary mortal.

He decided to cultivate mana in the mountain first.

But before that, he needed shelter and food.

For now, Song Lin was a mere mortal. Without sustenance, he’d surely perish.

As dusk fell, Song Lin gathered dry grass and used a fire-drill technique to ignite a flame, creating a simple bonfire.

Then, he smashed stones into sharp shards and bound them to wooden sticks with vines, crafting basic hunting tools.

After completing these tasks, the stars had already appeared in the night sky.

As he turned around, he discovered a group of primitive savages standing behind him.

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