Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 161 - 155: Cloud Seal Xuan Scripture, Jade Scripture of the Ancient Evil God Dafeng (Combined)_2

Chapter 161: Chapter 155: Cloud Seal Xuan Scripture, Jade Scripture of the Ancient Evil God Dafeng (Combined)_2

Above the sky, Emperor Huang donned the Divine Crocodile Armor and wielded the Emperor Sword. He manipulated water and fire effortlessly against the siege of over twenty alchemists from the Kingdom of Qilun.

The appearance of Qilun’s people was almost indistinguishable from regular humans, except for their hair, which was made of bird feathers.

They were born with divine strength and possessed immense power.

Not far away lay a dense pine forest.

The wounded and dead from Qilun were transferred to this spot, where they could be instantly revived to join the battle anew.

Though Emperor Huang wielded the indestructible Emperor Sword, every time he shattered his opponents into dust, he couldn’t prevent them from resurrecting.

As time dragged on, the warriors of Youxiong Country dwindled to fewer and fewer.

"Haha, summon your Sun God East Lord here! This old man would like to see which Undying Danqiu Immortal dares to impersonate the Sun God with such arrogance!"

A sharp-eared elder, covered head to toe in white feathers, laughed coldly.

This was the true Danqiu Immortal, bearing the title Qilun Flying Immortal.

Unlike those ancient immortals who died of old age, Qilun had survived thanks to the Undying Longevity Wood.

Yet like many corrupted immortals, he had been tainted by worldly desires and transformed into something mad and terrifying.

"You seek me?"

Song Lin suddenly appeared, cloaked in the Coiled Dragon Armor, with sixty-four thousand Rampant Soldiers at his side.

As soon as the Rampant Soldiers were visible, the King of Qilun’s pupils contracted—how could one person command so many spirits?

What shocked him even more was that the tens of thousands of Rampant Soldiers had formed a certain array.

The array encircled everyone in the sky, methodically slaughtering them one by one.

Qilun transformed wood into soldiers—three thousand towering tree-men emerged from the forest to fight fiercely against the Rampant Soldiers under the heavens.

To this day, no one had fully tapped into the Emperor Sword’s power.

Perhaps, it was simply that these emperors lacked sufficient cultivation to unleash the sword’s full potential.

Still, divine artifacts automatically protect their masters, channeling formidable strength even without assistance.

Song Lin reckoned that no one had truly maximized the Emperor Sword’s capabilities yet.

Of course, there was another possibility, one he was reluctant to admit: maybe he himself was just incompetent, and the artifacts he refined were nothing extraordinary.

After all, he hadn’t formally mastered Artifact Refinement.

This theory felt closer to the truth.

Boom!

Suddenly, Qilun broke through the formation and charged toward Song Lin.

At that moment, Qilun finally understood something.

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The array was not the key; if the formation couldn’t be broken, then the array’s master must be killed instead.

Boom!

Qilun transformed entirely into a White Crane, and the environment around Song Lin changed dramatically.

He found himself standing in the midst of an endless pine forest.

A gentle breeze stirred, setting waves rolling through the pines.

"Longevity Freedom!!"

A resonant shout echoed from the heavens.

Numerous White Cranes flew wildly, their cries piercing the air.

Song Lin felt his vitality draining; roots began sprouting from his feet, and his skin began transforming into bark.

He was turning into a pine tree!

Absolutely impossible!!

Determined, Song Lin gathered all his True Qi.

With a focused mind, he invoked the Erlang God.

The Taiyang Golden Pupil pierced through the Illusion Realm.

Boom!

Sixty-four thousand Rampant Soldiers unleashed immense power.

Countless bolts of lightning rained down.

For hundreds of lengths around, it felt like the end of the world—dark clouds pressed low while thunder serpents danced wildly.

Blindingly bright light illuminated the earth, while the sound of the lightning splitting air roared like tigers and dragons.

Boom!

The entire pine forest was reduced to ashes, leaving only a solitary jade pine, half as tall as a man.

As the forest disappeared, Qilun’s people inexplicably disintegrated into ash.

"So that’s it," Song Lin thought.

No wonder Qilun’s people were unkillable—they’d misunderstood the essence of their immortality.

Their true bodies were the pine trees, not their human forms.

Killing their human bodies wouldn’t destroy them; only annihilating the forest could bring their demise.

Song Lin approached the jade pine, touching it lightly with a fingertip. Memories surged into his mind.

This immortal’s cultivation technique was the Longevity Freedom Method.

It absorbed the essence of pines and ultimately the Yimu Essence, enabling the cultivator to transform their being into pinewood. Their essence could detach from the trees to exist independently, allowing near-immortal resurrection unless the tree itself was destroyed.

The technique was of little use to him but could still be studied.

After all, it was a longevity technique; while its power had limits, living for several thousand years presented no issue.

With Qilun Country defeated, Youxiong Country’s influence expanded down to the Yangtze River. The people cheered as Song Lin flew back.

"Ancient immortals..." Song Lin mused, now understanding the differences between ancient immortals and their later counterparts.

Latter-day immortals had fixed cultivation stages, differing only in their techniques, and were predominantly human.

Ancient immortals had diverse paths to ascension, with no strict boundary of stages, their forms varying wildly.

Latter-day immortals had obvious flaws—ascending was difficult and required tribulation crossings. Ancient immortals also bore substantial disadvantages, often reliant on talent and fortuitous encounters, lacking the tempered will of humans who climbed step by step.

Once they left Danqiu, the surrounding realm quickly corrupted them, turning them dark and savage.

Though, this point could be debated—ascribing human morals to them was inappropriate.

To their perspective, consuming humans might be no different than humans eating animals.

The past few years saw many countries fall, increasing Song Lin’s Karma tally to one-tenth.

It seemed likely that, in due time, he could complete the Heavenly Emperor’s task and ascend to the Immortal Realm.

Song Lin suddenly felt this was simpler than anticipated.

Determined by essence blood, the law governing this world limited the strength of Evil Gods to no greater than Core Formation.

Returning to Emperor Peak, Song Lin continued cultivating True Essence.

Years of refinement had raised him to the True Essence Third Layer.

Once he reached the True Essence Ninth Layer, he could experiment with True Qi forging a Golden Core.

Time flowed onward.

Undying Pill World: fifty years.

One day, while practicing the Five Thunders Skill, Song Lin suddenly felt an instinctive resonance.

Boom!

A bolt of Heavenly Thunder descended, seemingly blasting open his acupoints.

Within the vast void, Song Lin had a sudden epiphany.

Lightning energy surged around him. Faint Daoist tones rippled through the space.

A single glyph appeared—it stood a length wide, burning crimson like vermilion, its surface dazzling with brilliance. Eight edges radiated beams, its refined shine overwhelming to behold.

With swift reflexes, Song Lin seized the scarlet talisman.

Swoosh!

The scarlet talisman tunneled into his Dantian, where internal observation revealed lightning sigils glowing in the void.

"What is this?"

Song Lin pondered briefly, finally arriving at a conclusion.

It was the essence of Thunder Skill.

Innate Thunder Skill originated from humanity’s observations of the changes between Yin and Yang in the cosmos.

Song Lin, cultivating the "Innate Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Generalization True Technique," grasped the skill’s essence. Hence, the heavens bestowed the single glyph upon him.

This glyph encapsulated his recent insights into Thunder Skill.

It was a variation of the "Gang" character, which branched into three talismans: Earth-breaking Summoning Thunder Talisman, Heavenly Thunder Gang Sha Talisman, Thunderbolt Talisman.

The first talisman could summon Five Thunders Soldiers.

The second talisman could summon Yellow Turban Warriors.

The third talisman could summon Yang Thunder Qi Generals.

In essence, Song Lin had successfully crafted the Talisman Refining Soldiers Skill.

The glyph’s mystical properties astounded him.

Song Lin celebrated with joy but felt slight disappointment after some experimentation.

This glyph couldn’t be brought back to the real world—it couldn’t be sensed there, nor could its derivative talismans function.

It seemed he must complete this world’s Karma and only then could he take the glyph with him, enabling its talismans to manifest in the real world.

"This glyph branched into three talismans—surely there must be others," Song Lin speculated.

Should he unravel more glyphs within this realm, saving them for his transcendent moment would be the most beneficial.

Song Lin regarded this matter with utmost importance.

His cultivation centered around Artifact Refinement, and his primary skill was the Five Thunders Skill.

It was a fundamental Great Dao—unrestrained by others, independent of liturgies—making it profoundly vital to him.

"Like clouds descending from above, henceforth this shall be called the Cloud Seal Mystical Characters. The scripture derived from it shall be the ’Cloud Engraving Mystical Character Jade Scripture,’ a true Dao!"

Since it was unusable in the real world, he resolved to experiment within the fabricated realm, gathering valuable experience in the process.

The Five Thunders Soldiers were his newest Taoist Soldiers. Though inferior to Yellow Turban Warriors and Camp Generals, their key feature was their practicality for large-scale deployment—their power surpassed that of ordinary Rampant Soldiers.

Undying Pill World: fifty-three years.

As Youxiong Country’s conquests continued, Song Lin remained immersed in refining Qi and soldiers. After acquiring the jade pine, he delved deeply into research, hoping to create something extraordinary.

The activity of the Human Clan finally drew the attention of ancient entities.

Unknown to Song Lin, these beings were the true Evil Gods.

Deep within Yunmeng Marsh rose a mountain towering a thousand lengths tall, just five hundred lengths from Youxiong Country’s expansion destination.

The peak was entirely blood-red, as though drenched in sanguine gore.

The winds howled incessantly year-round, a cacophony like the wailing of ghosts and spirits. freewebnøvel.coɱ

The nearly corporeal gang winds formed the visage of a massive face in the sky.

"Heavenly Emperor! Heavenly Emperor!! You imprisoned me for five thousand years; I will imprison your envoy for five thousand years!!!"

The voice was hoarse, sinister, and filled with bone-chilling terror.

This was Dafeng.

During the era of Yao, the Heavenly Emperor had sent Yio to Qingqiu Swamp to slay Dafeng’s demon body and seal Dafeng in the Red Mountain, forbidding him from causing harm to the Mortal World.

Afterward, the Mortal World suffered no more wind disasters.

As humanity’s presence gradually encroached, the Ancient Evil Wind began baring its fangs.