Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 171 - 163: Divine Fire Refining Golden Pill, Slaying Dafeng Upon Pill Completion (Two in One)_2

Chapter 171: Chapter 163: Divine Fire Refining Golden Pill, Slaying Dafeng Upon Pill Completion (Two in One)_2

Not only did she manage to advance to the Foundation Establishment Stage ahead of everyone else, but she also recently discovered the method of Qi Refining and Core Formation.

Just as she was gathering people to delve deeper into her findings, she was betrayed by some and imprisoned here.

Fortunately, before Song Lin descended the mountain, he made everyone swear to the heavens not to reveal any information about him to anyone else.

They were only permitted to refer to him as "that person."

Otherwise, Song Lin’s escape would have been exposed.

Dafeng and other Evil Gods adopted their laissez-faire attitude towards humanity simply because humanity’s strength was too weak.

If they learned of the Ancient East Lord’s reappearance, those beings would likely initiate another extinction event without hesitation.

Three years passed, and the people had roughly worked out a way to deal with Menglian.

The method was simple: do not attack but wait for Menglian’s True Qi to naturally deplete.

Initially, this tactic showed some results, but Menglian was no fool; she began to cultivate while intermittently casting a Dharma Seal.

Now all they awaited was Qin Long’s arrival.

Qin Long was the most formidable figure of the Qi State Royal Family, the master of the Coiled Dragon Jade.

Only he could command the Coiled Dragon to shatter the impenetrable golden barrier.

Tap, tap, tap!

As everyone was speaking, the sound of footsteps approached from outside the door.

A towering man, standing at one zhang tall, with bronze-colored skin and a bare chest, entered the room.

Strange tattoos covered the man’s body.

Many believed that members of royalty should be cultured and refined, elegant and dignified.

But that was the monarchs of Huaxia.

The three tribes had long been exiled from Huaxia, reduced to untouchable barbarians.

Although they unified the world, most of the Gaoyang Clan maintained ancestral practices to preserve bloodline purity.

They even kept the ancient and bloody tradition of human sacrifice.

"Greetings, Lord!!"

Everyone bowed deeply in respect.

"Rise."

Qin Long walked to the base of the Coiled Dragon and retrieved a handful of greenish pearls from his pouch.

These were Demon Cores.

As expected, upon catching a whiff of the inner cores’ aroma, the Coiled Dragon opened its eyes and, under the crowd’s reverent gazes, slowly descended.

At this moment, everyone held their breath.

It was a mythical creature, the companion of the Ancient East Lord who had once traveled across the Ten Thousand Realms. It could be considered the last living remnant of history.

The Coiled Dragon swallowed the demon inner cores in one gulp.

"Coiled Dragon Lord, I humbly request you to break this object." Azure Dragon pointed at the golden barrier.

The Coiled Dragon, eyes closed, gave no response, seemingly absorbed in digesting the power of the inner cores.

Qin Long had no intentions to rush and waited patiently on the sidelines.

"Heh! Do you know the Coiled Dragon was the mount of the East Lord?" Menglian sneered.

"And so what if it’s the East Lord’s mount? Why can’t I ride it? When Taicang found the Coiled Dragon Jade, the Coiled Dragon was merely three zhang tall, but now it’s tripled in size. Let me ask you, does it recognize my Qin Family or the East Lord?"

Qin Long smirked triumphantly.

What about the East Lord?

His achievements amounted to nothing more than teaching tens of thousands from the Human Clan how to light fires and wear clothes.

While Qi State commanded the Five Lakes and Four Seas, with a population in the billions, one hundred East Lords could not rival their accomplishments.

Soon, the Coiled Dragon, now satiated, seemed to grow slightly larger.

The Coiled Dragon, tilting its head as if to mull over Qin Long’s earlier words, slowly paced towards the golden barrier imprisoning Menglian.

Menglian felt her heart sink into despair.

Is this the end?

Ultimately, she would not see that distant future.

Qin Long, however, was brimming with excitement.

The Core Formation Method was within reach.

Soon, he would ascend to the legendary realm of a Core Formation Immortal, gaining a lifespan of a thousand years, achieving the status of a true Land Immortal.

"East Lord! What of the East Lord? Under the heavens, all lands belong to the Emperor. I shall conquer the realm and achieve eternal greatness!"

"Young man, don’t be too arrogant!"

Suddenly, a lazy male voice called out from outside the door.

"Who’s there?"

All turned their heads abruptly.

The vermilion gates swung open, and an unknown light radiated within, illuminating the space.

Under the serene glow stood two figures: an elder and a youth.

The youth was clad in luxurious purple attire adorned with embroidered dragons, phoenixes, suns, moons, and stars.

The elder wore a yellow robe, trailing half a step behind the youth.

"Who are you?" Qin Long roared, black dragon-shaped Evil Qi emerging from his body.

"Who am I? Didn’t you just declare you’d surpass me?"

"Ancestor East Lord!!" Menglian exclaimed joyfully upon recognizing Song Lin.

With this proclamation, everyone’s inner doubts became clear.

In an instant, unease and dread took hold of the group.

Although Song Lin had not yet cast any spells, his slow and deliberate approach brought immense pressure upon everyone present.

"Don’t come any closer! Brother Dragon, attack quickly!!"

Qin Long staggered several steps backward.

What of the East Lord? He was nothing more than a fraud, a teacher of savages. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been defeated by Dafeng.

"Roar!!"

The Coiled Dragon leapt forward and nestled at Song Lin’s feet, rubbing against him affectionately.

As a Magic Treasure Song Lin had brought forth from the Otherworld, even after thousands or tens of thousands of years, it still recognized Song Lin as its master.

And the Qin Family? Merely jesters providing tributes.

"Good. Let me see what you’ve learned recently!"

The Coiled Dragon gazed at the trembling crowd and suddenly emitted a green miasma.

The green miasma was none other than Yimu Poison, the deadliest toxin in the world.

Where the poison fog touched, it corroded protective Vestment robes and True Qi, seeping into flesh and blood, dissolving meridians and the Primordial Spirit, reducing beings to pus in a matter of moments.

"Ah!! Coiled Dragon, you ingrate!!"

Qin Long, eyes bloodshot, cried out in rage. This loach he’d raised for a thousand years turned out to be nothing but an ungrateful wretch.

The poison miasma swept in from all sides as Qin Long conjured a pitch-black armor to barely resist the toxic invasion.

Seeing this, Song Lin chuckled. Wasn’t this the Divine Crocodile Armor gained years ago alongside Emperor Huang when exterminating the Crocodile Country?

Though speaking of its defensive attributes, this armor indeed rivaled the Coiled Dragon Armor.

The Coiled Dragon swiftly approached Qin Long.

Its antler-like horns transformed into pure gold and lightly pressed against the Divine Crocodile Armor.

Crack!

The armor fractured like paper as the Dragon Horn pierced Qin Long’s body.

"Hmm?"

This was the Coiled Dragon’s newly mastered ability—Kangjin Dragon Horn.

It possessed no unique powers, focusing solely on unparalleled penetration.

Song Lin approached Menglian and smiled, saying, "You’ve endured much. This place is unsafe. We’ll talk on the way."

In Jiangdong, Jianye, the ancient capital of Youxiong.

Inside the palace, Song Lin leafed through the Cultivation Technique.

This technique was known as the "Mystical Qi Golden Liquid Rejuvenation Pill Technique."

By using True Qi as the seed, the body as the tripod furnace, and Divine Thought as the flame.

The three combined, extinguish the White Tiger, and refine the Great Elixir.

This Great Elixir was the Golden Core.

"What a fine cultivation technique!"

Song Lin couldn’t help but praise it.

In truth, alchemy and cultivation were similar.

Both required continuous refinement, progressing through stages until qualitative transformation occurred.

Menglian’s method was genuinely eye-opening.

Through this alchemy method, Yin and Yang could indeed achieve harmony.

Yet, Song Lin still needed to revise it.

The Divine Soul was not only fire but also the transformative mechanism of Yin and Yang.

The Core Formation succeeded.

Several days later, Mi Yun proclaimed herself Emperor and established the nation of Chu.

On the day of her ascension, a Divine Dragon soared through the heavens, and the Emperor Sword descended to the earth.

For a time, the rumor of the True Heavenly Son spread throughout the realm, attracting countless heroes and talents to pledge allegiance.

In the first year of Undying Pill World, Great Chu.

Chu swept through the southern territories, uniting the regions south of the Yangtze River. Qi dispatched an army of two hundred thousand southward, only to suffer a catastrophic defeat.

That year, Song Lin’s ranks grew to include General Siyao, General Tie Guan, Menglian, Yuci, Zhang Xuan, and other stalwarts.

Seizing the rare moment of respite, Song Lin directed everyone to collect rare treasures across the land, remodeling the Sun Chariot into an even mightier vehicle, with an interior space akin to a cave mansion.

The Evil Gods extended beyond Dafeng, and combating them couldn’t rely on solo efforts. The fight would be a prolonged and arduous struggle.

It might take thousands or even tens of thousands of years, requiring a combined effort from all.

Song Lin continued his seclusion to forge the Breaking Core.

Meanwhile, Great Chu continued its campaigns, conquering city after city. This drew the attention of Dafeng, who began to feel unease.

"What’s happening? Why does it seem like an unseen force is orchestrating everything from behind the scenes?" Dafeng felt an inexplicable sense of crisis.

The Emperor Sword was inconsequential, nothing more than mere human scrap.

What truly troubled him were the peculiar timing of the Youxiong descendant and the Emperor Sword’s emergence, as well as the seemingly unnatural support they received. It defied his understanding.

In the second year of Great Chu.

Chu captured Qi Capital, unifying the realm and restoring the Youxiong lineage as the rightful bloodline. On this day, Dafeng descended alone into the mortal realm.

On this day, during the founding ceremony, fierce winds erupted.

Countless palaces crumbled, with civilians perishing in droves.

The skies grew dark; thick clouds enshrouded the Imperial Palace, obscuring its interior.

Above the palace formed an enormous human-like visage, drawing eunuchs, maids, and guards into its wind eye.

"Hehehe!! I am the True God Dafeng. Mortal Emperor, kneel before me!!"

At that moment, the heavens emitted a blinding golden light.

The sun and moon appeared together.

"What?" Dafeng was struck with terror.

A vast, divine voice resonated from the void.

"With spiritual light, clarity is born; natural essence awakens, mortal desires vanish. The Luminous Pearl, radiant and pure, shines everywhere."

"Transform noisy nature into true essence; the human heart morphs into a divine mind. If not tempered by Divine Fire, how can ore be separated into gold?"

Under the celestial phenomenon, stood a majestic Taoist with divine radiance.

"Dafeng, we meet again!"

It is said: Divine Fire refines the Golden Pill, and once the pill is complete, Dafeng shall meet his demise!

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