Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 166 - 159 The Finale of the Dragon Abyss Conference, The Ancient One Approaching Death

Chapter 166: Chapter 159 The Finale of the Dragon Abyss Conference, The Ancient One Approaching Death

The Real World.

The great battle has gone on for over a year, and the Dragon Abyss Conference is nearing its conclusion.

This year’s conference has been surprisingly smooth, with the fewest casualties in history. Although it hasn’t ended yet, many have already started celebrating midway.

Of course, not everyone is at ease, such as Fire Cloud.

In a dark secret chamber, this man, who resembled a volcano, wore a gloomy expression on his face.

"Trash, all of them are trash."

He had originally planned to leverage the strength of the Thunder Striking Mountain God to eliminate his competitors. But unexpectedly, Yun Xiao intervened, drawing in the Holy Might Heavenly Master, who instantly killed the Thunder Striking Mountain God.

Fire Cloud wasn’t particularly interested in the position of Taoist, but he absolutely could not give up the Mei Mountain Blessed Land, as it was critical to his path to enlightenment.

"Alright then, let’s stir up some trouble, kill the chicken to scare the monkeys, pull one faction to fight against another."

Fire Cloud was calculating who could be roped in, and who needed to be eliminated.

...

The Undying Pill World.

Breaking through three realms in one day.

From the Third Level of Nourishing Yuan to the Sixth Level of Nourishing Yuan.

This took hardly more than a day.

The mountain summit shone with boundless golden light—this was a celestial phenomenon.

It signified the true yuan feeding back into the soul.

The higher the cultivation level, the stronger the feedback to the Primordial Spirit. Once reaching the ninth level, the Essence, Qi, and Spirit would be at their peak, and the three treasures would begin to merge, marking the Foundation Establishment Stage.

After the Foundation Establishment Stage, one would fully condense the Golden Core.

After breaking through three realms, Song Lin ended his cultivation and flipped open his Cultivation Technique.

"Ah, so the highest level is only the Ninth Level of Nourishing Yuan."

Song Lin let out a deep sigh.

Although he was the founder of the Cultivation Path, having proposed its basic formulas, the subsequent proofs and materialization required practical experimentation, gradual exploration, and study.

It was akin to Einstein proposing the mass-energy equivalence—it was only a theoretical foundation, whereas creating an actual nuclear weapon took decades thereafter.

The Foundation Establishment Stage mentioned later in this scripture was merely conjecture; no one had ever achieved it. (The earlier reference to Lei Yun being in the Foundation Establishment Stage was an error. I’ve corrected it now.)

"In any case, it’s fortunate there is a complete cultivation method for the Ninth Level of Nourishing Yuan. The rest can be studied slowly."

Cultivation was secondary; the key was to understand what exactly had become of this world.

The Youxiong Country held the Emperor Sword—how was it suddenly destroyed?

And how had the evil god Dafeng vanished without a trace?

At this thought, Song Lin looked toward Menglian in the distance.

Menglian’s beautiful eyes widened in disbelief.

What had she just witnessed?

She had seen Song Lin break through three realms in a single day.

As if it were as effortless as eating or drinking.

"Senior, how did you do that?" Menglian unconsciously switched to honorific speech.

"How did I do it? Naturally, of course, just like eating or drinking—nothing too difficult."

Menglian’s forehead veins twitched as she suppressed the urge to lash out.

This man was like a wealthy landlord claiming in front of paupers that he didn’t care about money, and that earning it was easy.

She was considered a once-in-a-century prodigy on Yunmeng Mountain.

Even so, in her twenty-some years of life, she had only reached the Ninth Layer of Qi Refinement.

She had been unable to step into the Nourishing Yuan Stage.

The Nourishing Yuan Stage touched upon the Divine Soul, and each advancement required immense resources and effort.

In the Nourishing Yuan Stage, one could live 365 years.

Some spent their entire lives stuck between the second and third levels.

The Ninth Level was already a peak realm for contemporary masters.

Although the East Lord had passed down the Cultivation Path, very few could ascend to another level and reach the legendary Golden Core Dao or the Feather Transformation Ascension realm.

"Then why haven’t you broken through to the Ninth Level yet?" Menglian asked indignantly.

"In a few days, let me stabilize my cultivation first."

"Bragging—why not say you’re the East Lord’s blood brother while you’re at it."

"That’s not it, we’re no brothers."

Song Lin’s face turned serious as he got down to business. "I’ve lived in seclusion in the mountains since childhood, unfamiliar with the state of the outside world. Could you tell me about it? Start best with the era of Emperor Huang."

Menglian thought for a moment—it wasn’t exactly a secret—so she began to recount to Song Lin.

"My version might differ from what’s known in the outside world..."

It all started after the East Lord’s ascension.

People said the East Lord had ascended, but only a select few knew the truth—he hadn’t ascended but had instead been ambushed by Dafeng and disappeared.

After Dafeng emerged, the world entered a 60-year period of wind disasters.

Emperor Huang spent his entire life resisting these calamities and battling demons loyal to Dafeng.

Originally wounded in a battle at Yunmeng Marsh, he eventually met a tragic end on the road.

The subsequent four emperors faced similar fates.

Emperor Yuan died to demonic claws at the age of 205. Emperor Cheng perished in a storm at the age of 281. Emperor Qi drowned in a flood at the age of 240. Emperor Ming was killed in a mutiny at the age of 128.

After Emperor Ming’s death, Taicang ascended to the throne. The Youxiong Country fell, and a new one was established under the name Qi.

The Emperor Sword vanished without a trace, while Taicang held the East Emperor Dragon Jade, claiming descent from one of the exiled tribes—the Gaoyang clan—as an edict from the heavens to inherit the Youxiong legacy.

Listening to this, Song Lin felt a sudden wave of sorrow.

Five generations of emperors, a thousand-year mission.

Truly worthy ancestors of the Human Clan, perhaps fulfilling their promises not only to themselves but also to others.

"After the Qi Country was established, Dafeng disappeared. Some say it was due to the emperor’s sacred virtue. I don’t know the real reason—perhaps the seniors of Xuanhu Mountain know."

"You seem to have a special mission on you, don’t you?" Song Lin asked, "Are you the descendant of Emperor Huang?"

"No. I can’t tell you."

Menglian didn’t want to keep it from Song Lin, given his lifesaving grace, but their mission was something she could never disclose.

Her lineage had always remained in Yunmeng Lake, guarding the East Lord’s last resting place, awaiting his return.

"Fair enough. Someday, take me to meet the people of Xuanhu Mountain. Afterward, I’ll consider our debt settled."

Song Lin thought for a moment and said.

They stayed on the mountain for a few days.

In the early morning, Menglian finished her sunrise ritual on the cliff’s edge and formed an unusual hand seal.

The seal continuously transformed. After a long while, she slowly opened her eyes.

As soon as she opened them, she saw a man.

"Senior, what are you doing?"

"I suggest using the Carefree Seal to deepen your understanding of the Heavenly Human for a longer time. It will help with insight into the remaining Five Seals. The Carefree Seal has no power, but it’s the fundamental seal."

"Senior knows this Magic Skill—could it be that you’re also...?" Menglian exclaimed.

"Do you mean this?"

Song Lin formed a hand seal, and a massive golden handprint appeared in the sky.

Boom!

With a single strike, a radius of ten zhang around him caved in.

Menglian was astonished. How did this man know this Magic Skill?

Could there be another Taoist lineage practicing the Heavenly Human Six Seals besides their Yunmeng Mountain?

It was truly unbelievable.

"Don’t ask. Even if I told you, you wouldn’t believe me. Just take me to Xuanhu Mountain first."

Menglian felt a surge of intense curiosity in her heart.

The two traveled through the air.

"The disciples of Xuanhu Mountain are elusive. Ordinary people can’t even find a way up the mountain."

There were two worldly sects—the Ascension Sect and the Undying Sect.

As well as the Qi State Royal Family holding the Coiled Dragon Jade.

The three forces had supported the kingdom’s stability for 500 years.

Then there were other transcendental sects, such as Xuanhu Mountain and Swordsmith Peak. These were ethereal and detached from worldly affairs; most people didn’t know their locations.

Soon, the pair arrived at Xuanhu Mountain.

The mountain was enshrouded in mist year-round, its scenery obscured.

At its base, numerous terminally ill patients gathered, praying for medicines of immortality.

Not far away lay a mass graveyard, where those who couldn’t wait for divine medicine were hastily buried.

Those who survived had no hope of obtaining the miraculous elixirs—their illnesses were fatal, impossible to cure even by celestial means.

What they didn’t know was that the people atop the mountain were also beyond saving.

On the horizon, two figures flew closer.

They were Song Lin and Menglian.

"I can only bring you this far. I don’t even know how to ascend Xuanhu Mountain."

"No matter, follow me."

Song Lin activated the Taiyang Taiyin Golden Pupil, unveiling the flaws and Essence Qi pathways hidden within the mist.

The two followed the trails up the mountain.

...

At the mountaintop, smoke swirled, auspicious auras flickered, and the air lingered with faint exotic fragrances mixed with the scorched smell of something burning.

A cluster of palaces stood here, from which the fragrances and smoke emanated.

In the central woods behind the palaces stood a half-withered pine tree.

The tree trunk was straight and leafless.

Beneath it sat an elderly man, his hair and beard as white as snow.

His skin resembled withered bark, and his long beard reached the ground, making him look ancient beyond measure.

His eyes remained closed, his breathing faint.

Around him, over a dozen disciples bore expressions of deep sorrow.

"Do not grieve. I’ve clung to life for 1,500 years, and now I am merely resting."

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The founder of Xuanhu Mountain, Master Siyao, was not dead. Two hundred years ago, he had faked his death to the outside world. Now, his true end was at hand.

"I’ve lived too long, far too long..." Siyao muttered to himself. "What a pity—I still haven’t lived to see the East Lord’s return. I had hoped to gather herbs for you..."

Siyao recalled over 1,500 years ago, when he was just a boy.

The first time he met Emperor Huang, the first time he met the East Lord.

Those days of gathering herbs and refining pills on the mountain were the happiest times of his life.

He had witnessed the rise of the Youxiong Country, the epic battles between humanity and the forces of nature, along with the betrayal and eventual downfall of the Youxiong empire.

Though those years were fraught with hardship, they were filled with joy.

The undying longevity wood had lost its vitality, and he, a man who ought to have died long ago, was now at last nearing his end.

Had it not been for the lingering rage in his heart, had he been able to personally see Baoqi’s destruction, he would have departed alongside the Five Emperors long ago.

"What a shame..."

Life invariably carried regrets, but this regret... was far too great.

Siyao slowly closed his eyes, as his disciples suppressed their sorrow, awaiting the final moment.

At that moment, noises erupted from outside.

"Who are you? Leave at once!!"

"I’m searching for Siyao! Siyao, where are you hiding, boy?"

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Siyao opened his eyes abruptly.