Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 181 - 171 Mei Hua Constant Number Theory, Taiji Thunder Seal (Two in One)_2

Chapter 181: Chapter 171 Mei Hua Constant Number Theory, Taiji Thunder Seal (Two in One)_2

Although it brought no benefit to their current stage of cultivation, nor did it offer any secret books of cultivation techniques,

the clash of ideas left Song Lin utterly entranced, staying awake through the entire night.

Constant Number Theory is a form of fatalism.

Mei Hua Taoist, a fourth-rank mage of the Holy Might Taoist School, is skilled in divination.

He believes that a person’s destiny can be calculated through their birthdate.

However, people with the same birthdate don’t necessarily share the same fate.

He conducted a simple experiment, finding two individuals born on the same year, same month, same day, and same time.

One came from a wealthy family, the other a poor one; he secretly observed the trajectories of their lives.

It turned out that the one born into a rich family died at the age of ten, while the poor one lived into their eighties.

Logically, with the same birthdate, their fates should have been similar.

Mei Hua Taoist studied diligently for a century and ultimately developed the Constant Number Theory.

Birthdates determine fate; destiny has fixed limits. The rich person who enjoyed wealth for a decade had prematurely exhausted their numerical allotment, thus dying earlier.

The poor person, lacking enjoyment, consumed their quota slowly and passed away naturally at the end of their lifespan.

This theory gained widespread approval, catapulting Mei Hua Taoist to fame.

But it also sparked objections.

Actually, Song Lin found himself more inclined to agree with the dissenting viewpoint. How could fate be simplified in such a way? Surely it is influenced by multiple factors.

"Debating and evolving through discourse—that is the essence of cultivating the Dao."

The world is ever-changing, and Taoist skills are perpetually advancing.

The later generations are not necessarily inferior to their predecessors.

It’s true that the ancients may have had lost secret techniques, but the modern cultivators are hardly like tomb raiders scraping out relics all day, fixated solely on their remnants.

Over recent decades, the Constant Number Theory has been the most heated topic of debate.

"If I could refute this man’s theory and rise above him, my reputation within the Taoist School would spread like wildfire!" Song Lin mused.

Perhaps such a prospect was indeed possible.

Within the boundless realms of this world, there were many capable minds worth enlisting to delve deeper.

Let’s start by organizing the Refining Soldiers section and allow the Undying Pill World cultivators to study it.

After compiling the detailed documentation, Song Lin entered the Undying Pill World.

Pengli Lake.

Shrouded year-round in a misty haze, the lake had become infested with serpents due to the chaos caused by the Black Water Xuan Snake.

A few Taoists busied themselves skimming the water, capturing live snakes, which Song Lin then delivered to a cavern entrance.

Inside the carriage, three years passed and Menglian emerged from closed-door cultivation first.

Menglian, once a bit frail in visage, now appeared much younger.

"Congratulations on your Core Formation!"

"Thanks to the ancestor’s guidance." Menglian smiled warmly before suddenly recalling something and added, "But it doesn’t quite match the legends—didn’t they say Core Formation leads directly to ascension?"

"Where is this supposed ascension?"

As someone expelled from the Heavenly Emperor’s realm, Song Lin knew the secrets of the Undying Pill World—there was no automatic ascension or divine trial; admission depended solely on the whim of the Heavenly Emperor himself.

Upon entry, one could enjoy eternal existence and boundless prosperity.

Failing to ascend left one as a long-lived Land Immortal instead.

Yet Earth Immortals weren’t without hope; those gifted enough could reverse their fate and ascend through sheer prowess, becoming invincible.

They could forge their own realm, defying the Heavenly Emperor’s decrees entirely.

Time raced forward, bringing them closer to the seven-year covenant.

During this period, Tie Guan and Master Siyao achieved successful Core Formation.

Wu Meng, upon meeting figures from legendary tales of yore, couldn’t contain his excitement and eagerly applied to join the Heavenly Mechanism organization,

for even he, as one who stood at the Peak Foundation Establishment stage, yearned to break through to Core Formation.

To him, perhaps this was what people referred to as the Heavenly Court.

Flowing through the ages, eternal vigilance.

Xuu Jingyang’s cultivation advanced at lightning speed, now teetering on the brink of the Foundation Establishment stage.

On this particular day, Chu Yun, Menglian, Master Siyao, Tie Guan, and Wu Meng gathered around a stone table on the shore of Pengli Lake, drinking and conversing freely.

As they gazed toward the distant moon, they could not help but wonder if celestial beings indeed inhabited the heavens nor if the Heavenly Emperor’s domain contained the mythic Undying Pill World.

"When might we achieve true immortality? Surely the Heavenly Emperor’s realm isn’t just empty reverie?" Chu Yun sighed deeply.

"The Heavenly Emperor does exist. Once we eradicate all the Evil Gods, I will petition the Heavenly Emperor to elevate you to the rank of immortals,"

Song Lin suddenly appeared among them, gesturing for them to cease their ceremonial salutes.

"We have one year left until the Rising Dragon Formation. The scheme has been brewing for millennia; the Black Water Xuan Snake’s efforts here are formidable. You will handle its containment while I seize the formation itself."

Song Lin wished to see how absorbing this Feng Shui Bureau could advance his cultivation.

The others might benefit from it too.

"Understood!"

Time flies quickly, and the year passed in what felt like the blink of an eye.

A deep cavern extended hundreds of feet below the surface, reaching far into the underground.

At the bottom lay a vast, fiery magma lake.

In the lake’s center loomed a colossal black serpent’s head.

Its head as massive as a mountain peak, coated in black scales with a pale underbelly, and its scarlet eyes burned like infernal fires; every breath gusted through the cavern with cyclone-like force.

The serpent’s enormous body stretched deeply into the mountains’ subterranean depths.

This was one of the Ancient Evil Gods—the Black Water Xuan Snake.

Classic of Mountains and Seas·Great Wilderness South: South of the Black Water dwells the Xuan Snake—it consumes musk deer and divine medicines, rendering itself immortal.

"Two thousand years... two thousand years!!"

The Black Water Xuan Snake let out an ancient, rasping growl.

Things had gone so well when it followed Gonggong; if Gonggong had ascended as the Heavenly Emperor, he would have reaped endless luxuries.

But Gonggong perished, and the snake became ensnared under the Heavenly Emperor’s curse, transforming into a diminutive serpent, trapped here in perpetual torment, never to achieve dragon transformation.

Thus began the Black Water Xuan Snake’s Feng Shui Bureau.

Boom!

Suddenly, a deafening rumble pulsed beneath the earth.

The ground began trembling violently.

Excitement surged within the Black Water Xuan Snake.

At last, its goal was nearing fruition!

The magma started bubbling, scorching vast craters into the snake’s body.

The Black Water Xuan Snake felt no concern.

Once the Feng Shui reversal brewed dragon qi, everything would recover, enhancing his growth instead.

Outside, the tremors spread throughout the mountain ranges, rippling a hundred miles outwards. Pengli Lake erupted with waves as high as a hundred feet.

Above, swirling clouds formed an immense spiral.

"Everyone, gather now!!"

Song Lin ordered his companions to board the carriage, which accelerated rapidly under the gusty winds, plunging toward the cave.

At the depths below, the Black Water Xuan Snake’s massive head had been charred by molten lava, exposing its bones as relentless seismic forces tugged mercilessly at its body.

Yet it felt no fear—instead, its eagerness grew uncontrollably.

"Closer, closer!!"

Suddenly, a golden orb emerged from overhead at the cavern’s summit.

This was the Earth Vein Dragon Ball, formed over millennia through the convergence of Feng Shui earth energy.

Roar!!

The Black Water Xuan Snake unleashed a deafening howl, its body rising violently, breaking free from the Trapped Dragon Formation entirely.

The molten magma scorched its flesh, blackened and shredded its scales, rendering the snake’s charred form frightful.

None of this mattered—for acquiring the Dragon Ball alone was worth everything.

Boom!

At that moment, howling winds surged at the cave’s entrance.

"Dafeng?"

A carriage shot into view from above.

Several figures emerged from the vehicle, launching an onslaught of spells down toward the snake.

Countless martial techniques blasted the creature into the lava below.

"You’re not Dafeng!!"

The Black Water Xuan Snake roared in fury, its body being torn apart by the burning magma. At the same time, Rampant Soldiers inexplicably appeared, dragging it down further.

This delay was fatal—the Dragon Ball had already been taken.

Song Lin flew out of the carriage, clutching the Dragon Ball in his palm.

At the moment of grasping the Dragon Ball, a wave of piercing cold surged through his body, followed by an overwhelming flood of energy.

Boom!

Chaos split open, Yin and Yang separated.

Within the primordial chaos, a ray of light emerged, and within that light, an enormous mystical character materialized.

Another mystical character appeared. As Song Lin’s divine thought connected with it, a line of information revealed itself:

Taiji Thunder Seal.

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