Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 156 - 151 I Have My Own Way, Why Seek the Heavenly Master? (2/3)

Chapter 156: Chapter 151 I Have My Own Way, Why Seek the Heavenly Master? (2/3)

The relationship between the two didn’t seem that good.

Golden light enveloped the surrounding area.

The Thunder Striking Mountain God transformed into a thousand-zhang-tall Black Mountain Dharma Image.

"Sigh... the karma between you and me ends today!"

A voice echoed from the void.

Countless golden talismans condensed within the void, manifesting a massive golden hand.

The hundred-li-wide hand pressed down upon the Black Mountain.

Behind the golden hand, a huge faintly visible golden statue emerged.

The statue wasn’t sacred but appeared incredibly eerie—green-faced with sharp fangs, red-eyed with crimson hair, and two menacing bat wings behind it.

It looked like a Ghost King cleansed into an Immortal God!

The three-thousand-zhang Emperor Peak seemed as insignificant as a toothpick in front of the golden hand.

"Haha, so what if I die?"

BOOM!

The golden hand smashed into the Black Mountain.

"Is it over?" Song Lin thought to himself.

In an instant, a flood of golden light overwhelmed his vision. Heaven and earth shook, and countless fissures cracked across the land.

Golden energy surged forth like a tide, devouring everything in its wake.

Seeing this, Song Lin immediately sprang up and ran without hesitation, fearing the residual power of the battle might engulf him.

After flying for an unknown number of li, the smoke and dust finally dispersed.

In the dim forest, Song Lin lay atop a large boulder, staring up at the dark sky.

Now that the mission was complete, this should count as a major contribution. Perhaps he would be granted an audience with the Heavenly Master?

The Heavenly Master, as one of the strongest beings in the world, still had much worth learning.

Moreover, the Monster Chronicles were well hidden, so his secret shouldn’t be discovered.

As Song Lin pondered, a figure silently appeared beside him.

"Hmm?"

Alarmed, Song Lin abruptly turned his head.

Behind him stood a young man in black robes.

The man was handsome, with fair skin marked by vermillion patterns.

The black-robed man sneered arrogantly and said, "Out of strength, aren’t you?"

Crack! Crack!!

Thick walls of earth rose around them, forming a massive bowl that enclosed them both at its center.

At the same time, an immense amount of pitch-black Essence Qi erupted from the man, surging toward Song Lin.

Song Lin activated his Golden Eyes, using the pupil skill to pierce through all illusions.

The man’s true form and Essence Qi were revealed to his sight.

Song Lin formed the Peace Seal with his hands, a faint golden light radiating from his body to resist the invading Essence Qi.

But the pitch-black Essence Qi seemed highly corrosive, continuously eroding the Peace Seal.

"It’s useless. Your body will become mine... argh!!"

BOOM!

Before the man could finish his sentence, platinum-colored Divine Thunder flashed repeatedly in the air.

The Divine Thunder descended, its power within the confined space beyond comprehension.

The black Demonic Qi melted away like snow meeting fire.

Lightning struck the man repeatedly, blowing gaping holes in his body.

The wounds burned constantly.

The man was momentarily stunned, unable to comprehend how Song Lin, who had just exhausted his True Qi, suddenly returned to peak condition.

Seeing Song Lin not far away, the man gritted his teeth in determination.

He directly lunged at Song Lin with overwhelming speed, faster than the naked eye could perceive.

If he could seize Song Lin, everything would be resolved.

At that moment, golden light flashed at Song Lin’s waist.

The Coiled Dragon transformed into armor, its invisible power repelling him. Then, the armor reverted to the Coiled Dragon, its sharp teeth biting viciously into his hand.

At first, the man didn’t feel much, but in the next second, his expression darkened.

A potent toxin rapidly paralyzed his Primordial Spirit, physical body, and True Qi.

His vitality drained away at an alarming rate.

Bang!

The man’s body collapsed abruptly, his chest heaving up and down.

Without support from his True Qi, the earthen walls could no longer hold.

Song Lin’s face was pale; he had expended quite a bit of True Qi just now.

Indeed, he initially had no True Qi left, but he had the Demon Seed Sky Filling Technique.

The Demon Seed Sky Filling Technique was designed to counter the Void Capturing Technique, storing the power originally stolen by that technique and unleashing it in critical moments.

Song Lin summoned Erlang God to finish off this man.

"Sigh, scheming half my life, I didn’t expect to fall at the hands of a brat like you. What a pity, my great vengeance remains unfulfilled."

The man sighed deeply, his words filled with endless regret.

Recalling the earlier techniques, Song Lin’s mind stirred. He asked, "Are you the Thunder Striking Mountain God?"

"You’re just realizing that now?"

"You’re not a demon? Weren’t you eliminated by the Heavenly Master?"

The Thunder Striking Mountain God didn’t answer but instead said, "Kid, let me tell you a secret. After hearing it, you can take my head to claim your reward."

"Why not just cut it off myself?"

Song Lin motioned for Erlang God to make a move.

"Hmph, I’m not dead just yet."

The Thunder Striking Mountain God released black Qi, enshrouding himself completely.

"Remember, my Taoist name is Holy Might!!"

"Holy Might? Isn’t that..." Isn’t that the Taoist title of the Holy Might Heavenly Master?

Song Lin was a bit shocked. How could he have such a name?

Taoist Schools avoided direct name conflicts with their ancestors. Taking an identical Taoist title was nearly unheard of and considered taboo.

Holy Might was a Heavenly Master.

After Core Formation came the Purple Mansion, followed by tribulation crossing. After crossing tribulations came the Primordial Spirit.

The Primordial Spirit was the minimum requirement to be a Heavenly Master.

Even other Taoist Schools had to show respect and would never allow disciples to take identical Taoist titles.

Holy Might remained silent, lost in his own memories.

Song Lin’s curiosity was piqued, so he listened intently.

About eight thousand years ago...

At that time, the Holy Might Taoist School didn’t exist yet.

There was only a Ghost King Forest.

This forest had evolved from a Descendant Temple, a rare type of structure.

The forest’s temple master was called Tianhe, also known as the Ghost King.

A genius named Holy Might emerged from the Ghost King Forest.

Holy Might was Tianhe’s nineteenth-generation descendant, born with Yin Yang Eyes, able to perceive the balance of Yin and Yang, and advanced in cultivation at an extraordinary pace.

Moreover, Tianhe intentionally nurtured him, making him a rising star among the younger generation.

Cultivation techniques often carried regional characteristics, with sects within the same region sharing a common origin. The Ghost King Forest and other nearby forests all traced their lineage back to the Ancient Southern Yin Mountain Sect.

Tianhe granted full authority to Holy Might, focusing entirely on preparing for his own tribulation crossing.

Holy Might didn’t disappoint, breaking through to the Purple Mansion Realm in a mere hundred years. He even acquired the extremely rare "Upper Pure Three Cave Scripture" and was betrothed to the daughter of the Yin Mountain Talisman Forest’s temple master.

The unification of the two forests, with the Ghost King Forest taking the lead, seemed just around the corner.

"That person was you?"

Song Lin found it hard to believe, suspecting the man had lost his sanity.

"Of course it was me!" At this point, Holy Might’s tone grew agitated.

As time went on, Holy Might’s cultivation only accelerated.

He advanced from Purple Mansion to tribulation crossing in less than three hundred years.

The tribulation crossing stage comprised three calamities: wind, fire, and thunder.

It was during the fire tribulation that Tianhe made his move.

A Divine Skill known as the Heavenly Replacement Technique existed.

One could substitute themselves with someone else to endure the tribulation on their behalf.

Holy Might never expected Tianhe to be so cunning.

He inherited Holy Might’s name, Taoist couple, cultivation technique, position, and everything else, making it all seem seamless.

This wasn’t a soul-seizing technique, as the body was still his own.

But Tianhe used some kind of method that effectively altered the Heavenly Dao’s records, transferring Holy Might’s identity to himself, forcing Holy Might to become Tianhe.

And he had to continue playing the role forever. In essence, Tianhe stole everything while leaving him to suffer through the thunder tribulation in agony, eventually merging with a mountain peak and being mistaken as a Mountain God.

It seemed Tianhe found some utility in him, casting a Blood Curse that prevented him from revealing the truth.

Were it not for the Heart Demon incident during the Dragon Origin Conference, which gave him a chance to escape, he would still be trapped.

"Is that really true?" Song Lin remained skeptical.

"I’m about to die, would I lie to you? Besides, the Heavenly Master was at the front lines. Why else would he return so quickly to silence me?"

At this point, Song Lin was eighty percent convinced.

His worldview was shaken once again.

"Even someone like that could be a Heavenly Master?"

Stealing his descendant’s identity and Taoist partner?

The Xuanke Temple was no exception, nor was the True Demon Temple unusual.

Clearly, this world was deeply flawed.

"Haha, a Heavenly Master? How do you think one becomes a Heavenly Master? Without being despicable, shameless, or wicked? The rest aren’t much better. There’s one named Fire Cloud who paid a hefty price just so I’d get rid of his rival."

Fire Cloud was involved as well?

By now, Holy Might had been poisoned to the point where he was little more than a skeleton.

Before dying, Holy Might finally revealed his purpose.

"Kid, I know countless top-tier cultivation techniques. As long as you swear under a Blood Curse to avenge me, I’ll grant them to you!! Once you take my head and claim the reward, I want to see Tianhe buried alongside me in the near future!!!"

Was it worth doing?

Song Lin asked himself silently.

The thought of meeting the Heavenly Master now left him cold.

What was the use of grasping such a Great Dao built on despicable deceit? Would it not merely turn him into another Jiuyou, another Fire Cloud, or another Holy Might?

Furthermore, he had no wish to be dragged into this mess over cultivation techniques.

His Dao, ultimately, had to be found by himself.

With the Monster Chronicles in hand, innumerable legends from the long river of history were within his reach. By relying on his own enlightenment, could he not achieve the Great Dao?

Seeing Song Lin immersed in deep thought, the Thunder Striking Mountain God smiled inwardly. At least he hadn’t died in vain, leaving behind a problem for Tianhe before passing. fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

Unexpectedly, Song Lin suddenly laughed and said, "I have my own Dao. Why seek the Heavenly Master? Why rely on you?"

"Slash!!"

Song Lin uttered the command softly.

Erlang God delivered a fatal slash!

The Thunder Striking Mountain God’s soul shattered, leaving behind an earth-colored core.

The Coiled Dragon immediately leapt forward, clutching the inner core in its mouth.

"Save it for later," Song Lin said.

He unleashed flames, burning away all traces, even carving away the surrounding ten-zhang earth to store inside the Heavenly Demon Stomach, leaving no evidence or Qi behind.

Then Song Lin wove through the dense forest, avoiding flight entirely.

The Holy Might Heavenly Master, the possibly Xuan Lady-like Yun Xiao, the treacherous Fire Cloud—all hinted that the Taoist Schools were far from simple.

The road ahead would have to be walked alone.

Instead of vying for those rewards, he might as well return to the Taoist Temple to grow steadily.

To improve his talismans and rank, to elevate the temple’s overall level, climbing step by step on his own.

"Wait, something’s not right. By all logic, I contributed the most—it was my deeds that led to success..."

Suddenly, Song Lin recalled.

He had saved others and helped them escape danger. Undoubtedly, his contributions were the greatest.

But if he met the Heavenly Master, would contact with the Thunder Striking Mountain God somehow be revealed through certain means?

Wouldn’t that mean certain death?

In the distance, a tunneling light approached.

It seemed to be Yun Xiao.

"I’ve got it!!"

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