Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 233 - 211: The Great Round Treasure Mirror, The Jungle Situation

Chapter 233: Chapter 211: The Great Round Treasure Mirror, The Jungle Situation

"So fast?"

Song Lin exclaimed in surprise.

This is just too fast.

Calculating a million times per second—if Zhi Xin were to deduce the Mystical Character Jade Scripture, wouldn’t a new result come out every few days?

Though the Mystical Characters become increasingly difficult as you progress, even so, at this pace, it seems unstoppable.

Of course, both the Dragon Slaying Array and future Feng Shui Bureau could be brought out.

But the Mystical Character Jade Scripture is the foundational cultivation technique for the Taoist Soldier technique; who knows what the ultimate deductions might unveil.

Furthermore, this method, which directly guides one toward the Great Dao, feels overly exaggerated; with the unpredictability of human nature, it’s better not to recklessly reveal it.

The deduced Mystical Characters could be released; others wouldn’t know they stemmed from insights into the Great Dao.

The Feng Shui Bureau is still within the realm of understanding, albeit a challenging problem.

But the Mystical Character Jade Scripture represents an entirely new system; the two cannot be compared.

Zhi Xin imparted the method to Song Lin.

"Here are several key points worth remembering. This array prioritizes compliance with natural order—it cannot be forcibly broken; the participant must follow its flow. Furthermore, in the Dragon Slaying Array, the dragon isn’t entirely powerless—it’s possible to start from there."

"I humbly request further guidance, senior!"

"Use bronze to craft nine treasure mirrors, each three inches thick and nine feet wide. Hang them around the eight directions of the city, with the final one facing directly down this street."

"What does this signify?"

"This mirror is the Great Round Treasure Mirror. It harnesses the Eight-direction Dragon Qi. ’Round’ signifies perfection without flaws; ’Mirror’ stands for discernment and clarity. In ancient times, the Human Emperor hung the Great Round Treasure Mirror at the city gate to utilize social Dragon Qi to slay demons."

Zhi Xin described while his fingertip released a faint golden thread of light.

The light twisted and wriggled through the void like a tadpole, forming a mirror pattern.

"Be sure not to skip any details of the engravings; the dimensions must adhere to the ancient standards; only then can the mirror function effectively. Additionally..."

Zhi Xin paused before adding, "There are some finer details you’ll need to prepare to activate the Great Round Treasure Mirror."

"Thank you for your guidance, senior!"

Song Lin bowed deeply; Zhi Xin had offered indispensable help.

If the array couldn’t be broken, leading to the causal body of the story world dying, all insights gained from Mystical Characters, experiences from Nourishing Pill cultivation breakthroughs, and even the bone weighing rhyme would disappear.

Not only records, but every associated memory and text would vanish.

This wouldn’t just involve one’s own memory and information; even knowledge passed on would result in others losing their related memories.

Song Lin’s heart stirred as an idea began to form.

Could it be that numerous worlds had already failed before?

It’s merely that the erased memories conceal the truth, leaving him unaware.

Seeing Song Lin lost in thought, Zhi Xin asked curiously, "Why the silence?"

"Oh, I was just jotting things down."

"Speaking of which, it’s strange. This person’s attainment is profound; why use such an ordinary structure?"

This was what Zhi Xin found most peculiar; it felt akin to a peerless swordsman wielding a child’s wooden sword. Sure, it could kill, but how could it compare to the power of a divine sword?

Or like dancing shackled in chains—a lifetime of mastery unable to fully manifest due to personal or environmental constraints.

"I’m not entirely sure either; I’ll check that ancient record when I return—it might provide an explanation."

This could be the reason Yuann Tiangang and his disciple turned to dark paths.

Though their Taoist skills were divine, they remained constrained by their surroundings, unable to showcase their brilliance.

One might endure for a year or two, but in the long term, death could not simply be awaited in vain.

After chatting casually for a while with Zhi Xin, Song Lin found an excuse to return to the Taoist temple for cultivation.

He refrained from calling everyone to discuss matters; most were occupied distributing spoils, and no one had time to spare—Shi Yinhua had been dizzyingly busy all day, and Song Lin couldn’t bear to disturb him.

This event had significantly strengthened cohesion within the Taoist Temple Alliance; collectively, they had secured a trove of resources.

While Fire Cloud did take a portion, the remaining share was still considerable.

Moreover, Song Lin noticed an unexpected benefit.

Fire Cloud’s blatant provocations had united everyone in their hatred for him, ironically fostering solidarity within the alliance—truly a case of blessings in disguise.

Song Lin never feared offending others.

His ambition was to achieve the rank of Taoist Heavenly Master, ascending step by step. However, as his strength grew, inevitable conflicts with others would arise.

With the Phoenix Platform Dragon Throwing date looming closer, competition was escalating, growing ever more ferocious, ultimately culminating in life-or-death clashes—just like with the ill-fated Chi Hai.

Unlike Chi Hai’s patient endurance, Song Lin had chosen the path of open competition from the start.

Of the twenty-three Taoist temples, seven had already pledged allegiance to him.

Taking himself out of the count, fifteen remained.

The votes didn’t even reach half; most of the high-ranking individuals in the jungle likely remained undecided.

Currently, the Xuanke group was dividing resources; each Taoist temple was rewarded generously. Meanwhile, many of the other temples were living impoverished lives.

Various factors explained why those temples hadn’t yet decided to join his side.

First, Song Lin’s cultivation was still in the early stage of Core Formation, far from enough to garner respect from others.

Second, Fire Cloud’s intimidating presence—they may have resented him deeply, but would hesitate to support others openly in the future.

To forge ahead, Song Lin needed to strengthen himself within sixty years.

"There’s plenty of time; no rush."

Song Lin smirked and then entered the Little Golden Altar Cave Heaven.

The fifty-first year of the Upper Immortal calendar.

The eleventh year of Prince Guang’s reign, the Four Seas were at peace, livelihoods restored; an era of flourishing vitality seemed imminent.

That year, the Imperial Hospital presented a bottle of Longevity Pills.

In the Heart Nurturing Hall, Song Lin dismissed everyone else, leaving a jade bottle on the desk.

A medicinal fragrance wafted from the jade bottle.

"What nonsense of a Longevity Pill."

The alchemists in the Imperial Hospital were so unremarkable they couldn’t even compete with amateur Taoist cultivators—most likely only at the fetal breathing stage, nowhere near remarkable.

The pills they crafted were even more terrible to behold.

It was essentially a random concoction of a dozen heavy metals, forged into a pill.

Not only would the Great Tang Emperor refuse to eat it, even a dog might abstain.

Anyone with common sense wouldn’t consume something like this—calling the Tang emperors dim, at least their basic judgment remained sound.

The first person to take the pill died—a reaction understandable given curiosity.

But subsequently, emperors who consumed these pills either suffered strokes or died abruptly, proving to any normal person that these pills were not fit for consumption.

Thus, prior emperors passing away suddenly might not have been related to the pills.

After all, it’s not like they could openly declare the truth—it was better to give the "pill-induced sudden death" explanation.

With this insight, Song Lin resolved not to take the pill either.

Regardless, death was inescapable, and the shadowy conspirators likely weren’t concerned with whether he consumed it.

Returning to the Upper Pure Pearl, Song Lin summoned Li Zhan and Li Ang.

"You both head back to Shu to craft nine bronze mirrors for me..."

"Understood!"

The brothers departed with the Gate God in tow.

By the lakeside, a middle-aged man was practicing breath control.

Upon seeing Song Lin approach, the man bowed respectfully without speaking.

This was none other than Li Zhen.

Li Zhen wasn’t a fool—perhaps he had autism, speaking little yet possessing intelligence superior to most.

Xing Hepu held Li Zhen in high regard, guiding him personally in divination skills, treating him as an assistant.

Initially, upon entering the Upper Pure Pearl, Li Zhen protested through self-imposed starvation. Yet upon realizing its longevity technique, his attitude took a sharp turn—for who wouldn’t desire immortality?

Song Lin arrived at Xing Hepu’s courtyard.

The yard was simple with minimal ornamentation; piles of bamboo divination rods lay like firewood along the stone pathway.

Xing Hepu was immersed in arranging the bamboo rods.

"Don’t bother me! Give me ten more years—within ten years, I will break through the array!"

He spoke without turning his head.

"I’ve already discovered the method to break the array," Song Lin replied nonchalantly.

"I know, I know... Wait, what?"

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