Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 155 - 150: The True Body of the Xuan Lady, the Descent of the Holy Might Heavenly Master (1/3)

Chapter 155: Chapter 150: The True Body of the Xuan Lady, the Descent of the Holy Might Heavenly Master (1/3)

The Thunder Striking Demon King appeared to be an ordinary old man.

Song Lin had thought this fellow would be terrifyingly malevolent, but he looked rather kind and benevolent.

The Thunder Striking Mountain God glanced at the surrounding demons and humans, his gaze complicated.

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He could no longer remember—every day the same, endlessly monotonous.

A demonic thought was forming in his heart, gradually unraveling the shackles binding him.

He knew he was being used, but what could he do about it?

The Thunder Striking Mountain God slowly said to the crowd, "Guests are guests. Let’s start with a dish. Someone, come!!"

Boom!

Black mist spewed from the Thunder Striking Mountain God’s mouth, transforming into countless black-robed, faceless figures surrounding him.

"Kill all Taoist School disciples—leave no one alive!"

His expression turned venomous, and the entire palace softened, changing to a dark red hue, sprouting sharp claws and teeth, like the inside of a gigantic maw.

The faceless demons seized all the Taoists present.

"What are you doing? Are you rebelling?" Zhang Jingyun shouted angrily, "I am someone of the Holy Might Forest!!"

Even as he spoke, Zhang Jingyun’s mana surged, and a massive White Tiger dharma image appeared behind him.

The White Tiger bore a divine mark on its forehead that pierced the heavens, its venomous gaze emanating Evil Qi.

This was none other than the White Tiger Heavenly Gang Dharma Form.

After Core Formation cultivators condensed their Golden Core, their True Qi transformed into mana—power unified with the natural world, a higher form of qi.

When such True Qi was used, it invariably manifested as a dharma image.

The instant the White Tiger appeared, its overwhelming Evil Qi ignited all the faceless demons, annihilating the surrounding demons in a flash.

"Hmph, so what if you’ve achieved the Great Success of Core Formation?"

The Thunder Striking Mountain God casually gestured, and the space surrounding Zhang Jingyun instantly twisted.

Crack!

The space collapsed inward.

The White Tiger dharma image shattered, Zhang Jingyun’s chest caved in, his whole body emitting cracking sounds, his bones almost entirely broken.

"Ugh!"

Zhang Jingyun spat a mouthful of blood, his face drained of color.

Behind him, Yuzhen was already unconscious.

Their fate was still better than most—others had been seized by the faceless demons and dragged to the Thunder Striking Mountain God, who devoured them in one gulp.

Countless demons overwhelmed them.

Song Lin and others were so stunned by the scene before them that they couldn’t utter a word.

No one expected things to turn out like this.

According to their assumptions, the Thunder Striking Mountain God should have been intimidated by the Taoist School’s authority, at most resorting to petty tricks in secret.

They thought they would discover it, face some danger, but eventually succeed in reporting it and achieving a great accomplishment.

It had to be said—this ancient demon of millennia demonstrated extraordinary decisiveness.

His opening move was a killing strike.

"I’ve informed the upper echelon," Yun Xiao murmured as she crushed the jade talisman, a Taoist Alliance rescue order.

"Should we intervene?" Song Lin asked.

Currently, they were in demon guise and temporarily unnoticed.

When the Taoist School struck, they might risk being caught in the crossfire.

If they intervened now, they’d likely be overwhelmed and torn apart by the demons.

Yujing, watching the scene unfold, couldn’t maintain his composure anymore and trembled slightly.

This was nearly ten thousand demons.

Even as a Core Formation cultivator, he couldn’t withstand such overwhelming numbers.

And their side was hindered by someone still at the Divine Establishment stage.

Song Lin remained oblivious to their disadvantage.

"Intervene!"

Crash!

Yun Xiao’s body turned into tunneling light and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

Boom!

A formless force field exploded outward.

Demons scattered in all directions as Yun Xiao released invisible energy, sweeping up two companions and flying away.

By now, the demons had swarmed up, and the Thunder Striking Mountain God had noticed this, flying into an enraged fury on the spot.

The mouth-like palace abruptly shut tight.

Yujing rushed beside Yun Xiao, the mark on his forehead glowing brightly.

A Lii Fire Barrier appeared around them, shielding their group.

Any demons or ghosts that touched the fire instantly turned to ash.

"Where’s Song Lin?" Yun Xiao asked.

"Probably dead," Yujing replied, never having taken Song Lin seriously.

Just as the words escaped his mouth, a pair of enormous, pitch-black handprints descended from the sky.

Crack!

The Nanming Leaving Fire Barrier shattered instantly, turning to ash on the spot.

At the critical moment, Yun Xiao used an Escape Technique to lead the group away.

Yet they were stopped at the exit; no matter what spells they used, they couldn’t break through the walls.

The surrounding demons closed in, the Thunder Striking Mountain God’s handprint following swiftly behind.

They had already experienced the terrifying power of that seemingly ordinary handprint.

The handprint grew closer by the second, forcing the group into a corner as waves of demons surged toward them like a tide.

And they still had to protect two severely injured companions.

Under tremendous pressure, Yujing finally couldn’t hold back any longer.

"Out of my way!!"

Yujing transformed into a blazing flame, charging straight into the nearby horde of demons. The flame incinerated the demons who couldn’t dodge in time, burning them to ashes—he had abandoned the group and fled.

This left Yun Xiao with the two injured Taoists.

"You!" Yun Xiao was momentarily stunned, her delay causing her to act a fraction later.

The other two were even more shocked, unable to believe a fellow disciple had abandoned them.

The handprint was moments away from crushing them.

Boom!

Just then, a legion of Rampant Soldiers filled the skies.

There were several thousand in total.

At the forefront was a Three-eyed General.

The third eye on the Three-eyed General’s forehead emitted a radiance, raining Divine Thunder that turned demons to ash.

It wasn’t over—Song Lin emerged, forming hand gestures with his fingers.

Boom!

The Six Yang White Gold Divine Thunder materialized out of nowhere.

The divine thunder writhed and twisted in the air like a Divine Dragon.

Even before the lightning struck, its blazing Yang Qi melted the demons.

The lightning fell onto the massive handprint, which, despite its resilient appearance, recoiled as if it had touched a burning hot iron.

"Ah!! What sorcery is this?!"

The Thunder Striking Mountain God’s enraged roar echoed from a distance.

"Such powerful Thunder Skill!!"

The Holy Might Forest disciples couldn’t believe their eyes. What Yun Xiao had proclaimed turned out to be true—Song Lin indeed possessed an extraordinarily powerful Thunder Skill.

Yujing’s face turned red then pale with embarrassment. He wished the ground would swallow him whole.

Impossible!

This man was barely in his twenties or thirties—how could he wield such profound Thunder Skill?

Even with unmatched talent, such mastery was impossible without decades, if not centuries, of comprehension.

Boom!

Another bolt of lightning descended.

The wall opened up.

"Go!!"

Song Lin ordered Erlang God to hold the rear as he flew to the group, leaving a single sentence behind.

Yun Xiao reacted quickly, casting a spell to knock back the approaching demons while pulling up her injured companions and following close behind.

Having abandoned the group earlier, Yujing was engulfed before he reached the exit, and the Rampant Soldiers were decimated by the demon horde in mere seconds.

"Help me!!"

He hadn’t even finished speaking when the Thunder Striking Mountain God’s massive handprint captured him.

Demons poured through the cave entrance in a frenzy.

Yun Xiao’s expression hardened, and an invisible force field erupted, flinging all demons within three hundred feet away.

"Hmm?" Song Lin almost cried out in surprise.

This... wasn’t this the Xuanyin Domain from the Nuogao Record World?

Could she be the Xuan Lady he had encountered earlier today?

Impossible, it had to be a coincidence.

How could she have cultivated so quickly?

But the moment Yun Xiao executed her Meridian Heavenly Gang and other techniques, Song Lin had no choice but to believe it.

Was her talent truly this extraordinary?

As Song Lin observed, he noticed that each time Yun Xiao used a different cultivation technique, her mana seemed to switch accordingly, as if countless systems coexisted within her.

Thunder Skills, talismans, swordsmanship, even Ghost Cultivation and Demon Transformation Techniques—such a diverse range of Taoist Skills manifesting in a single individual was unfathomable.

Under the barrage of countless powerful techniques, the two finally managed to pull away, flying tens of thousands of feet into the sky.

Looking back, the three-thousand-foot Emperor Peak loomed eerily dark under the night sky, like some incomprehensibly colossal entity.

At the peak, two crimson lights appeared, like twin eyes glaring down.

Scarlet beams swept across the land.

"Keh keh, the thousand-mile mountain range is my domain. You cannot escape—everyone must die!!"

The Thunder Striking Mountain God’s voice was deep and chilling.

Boom!!

Two molten columns erupted from the ground below them.

They resembled two Red Dragons and instantly engulfed the pair.

"Not good!!"

Song Lin’s pupils shrank as he hurriedly donned the Coiled Dragon Armor.

Boom!

The molten flames sent the pair hurtling through the air.

Song Lin felt as though he had been struck by a heavy blow, his internal organs nearly shattered.

Fortunately, the Coiled Dragon Armor absorbed most of the impact, leaving him with only minor injuries as he tumbled into the depths of the mountains.

The scarlet beams swept over them once more but suddenly froze.

Up in the sky, a golden radiance appeared.

The golden light suffused the thousand-mile stretch of dark clouds, turning them into a pure, radiant gold.

Amidst the thousand miles of auspicious clouds, two massive, ancient golden eyes—bright beyond measure, yet tranquil and profound—were faintly visible.

"Ah, why bother?"

A young, dignified voice echoed from the clouds.

"Ha ha, old dog of Holy Might, so you’ve finally arrived!"

From his hiding spot amidst the forest, Song Lin’s heart stirred.

Could it really be the Holy Might Heavenly Master?

It seemed reinforcements had finally arrived.

As befitting a master of the Great Dao, such an imposing presence was truly extraordinary.

However, the relationship between these two didn’t seem to be as harmonious as the legends claimed.