Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 234 - 212: World in the Pot, 9 Deaths 1 Life

Chapter 234: Chapter 212: World in the Pot, 9 Deaths 1 Life

"I have discovered the method to break the seal!"

Song Lin said.

"I knew it... Hmm?"

Xing Hepu abruptly turned his head, his bloodshot eyes staring at Song Lin: "What did you say?"

"I have discovered the method to break the seal." Song Lin calmly began explaining the method in detail.

"The Great Round Treasure Mirror... Eight-direction Dragon Qi... Such powerful measures!"

Xing Hepu’s mind raced, and he immediately grasped the implications of this method.

What made this method more terrifying was its incredible concealment.

In ordinary times, the Great Round Treasure Mirror appeared to be nothing more than an unremarkable mirror, not even qualifying as a Magic Artifact, just a simple decorative item.

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"Did you develop this, sir?" Xing Hepu’s tone grew significantly more respectful.

"No, I was aided by divinities. I dreamed it last night."

Song Lin lied without hesitation, struggling to concoct a plausible explanation.

Claiming he researched it himself would be even more absurd—Xing Hepu wasn’t ignorant of Song Lin’s capabilities.

It was better to credit the dream of a divine being.

"Which divine entity exactly?"

Xing Hepu did not believe him fully—it was obvious to him that someone of immense power must be supporting Song Lin.

This individual’s cultivation must be extraordinary, with divination skills rivaling those of Yuann Tiangang and Li Chunfeng.

Could it be Yuann Tiangang?

Xing Hepu dismissed the thought. How could Yuann Tiangang possibly aid someone against him? Had he lost his mind?

Song Lin didn’t seem like the kind of person to fabricate such claims either.

Resigned, Xing Hepu decided to let it go for now.

"If there is an opportunity in the future, I must meet this senior to exchange insights."

Everyone harbored secrets, and Xing Hepu wasn’t interested in prying further.

Song Lin nodded. Whether he agreed or not was unclear.

Perhaps at the Flower Viewing Festival, he could let Xing Hepu test it out?

Xing Hepu’s expertise in divination was not insignificant.

While perhaps slightly inferior to figures like Mei Hua and Zhi Xin, his understanding of the art was impressive.

His method of using bamboo sticks to alter fate also offered valuable insights.

However, before that, Song Lin needed to shore up his foundational skills. If he acted merely as a mouthpiece without understanding the theoretical principles, further questioning would quickly render him helpless.

"I’m heading out now; you continue analyzing the next Mystical Character." With that, Song Lin disappeared, returning to the Heart Nurturing Hall in reality.

Inside the Heart Nurturing Hall.

Song Lin continued handling state affairs.

Despite having been emperor for ten years, Song Lin had no one he truly trusted.

Even among the concubines in the harem, he maintained only the appearances of indulgence without fostering emotional bonds.

Song Lin neither cared for nor avoided matters of romance—he simply approached them pragmatically as they arose, even if it meant putting on a show at times.

Such was his unencumbered nature.

Lishan.

The mountain range stretched no more than forty li, its height far inferior to Hua Mountain, and its continuity could not compare to Zhongnan.

Yet it was the legendary abode of the Three Sovereigns and Nuwa’s site for mending the heavens.

The verdant pine and cypress forests stood evergreen, their magnificence evoking the image of a steadfast green steed, thus giving the mountain its name, Lishan.

It is said that Lishan harbored gods, drawing emperors throughout history in their quest for Immortality—though those who ventured to Lishan often met tragic ends, leading to its eventual abandonment.

Originally, there was a Taoist Temple at Lishan, and it is said that during Xuanzong’s reign, Luo Gongyuan achieved immortality here.

Deep within Lishan, there lay a cold pool.

The pool remained enveloped in cold mist year-round; its waters were lifeless, frigid, and eerie.

The cold waters flowed along a mountain stream to the foot of the mountain, vanishing mysteriously through the narrow opening of a gourd-shaped chasm.

Deep within the gourd mouth was a faint, glimmering light.

The opening was barely the size of a palm, yet its interior concealed a vast world.

Magnified by tens of thousands of times, the hollow within the gourd expanded into enormous space.

It turned out the gourd was indeed no mere formation—its waters were seemingly endless, unable to fill this immense space no matter how much poured in.

Further magnified by several thousand times, the interior revealed a colossal Grotto Heaven.

Clusters of palaces floated above white clouds, with Immortal cranes occasionally soaring by.

Beneath the palaces, dark and ominous clouds swirled, with Ghosts and Gods roaring amid ceaseless Yin Winds.

This was the World in the Pot.

Pure Qi ascended while impure Qi descended, mirroring a microcosm of the universe.

The "Hutian" Sect interpreted the gourd ("Hu") as encompassing a universe within its hollow form, the Mystical Character reflecting its shape.

Deep within the palaces stood two Taoists.

On the left, an elder Taoist in a violet robe, his broad Heavenly Court (forehead), white hair, and profound eyes seemed to embody worldly mysteries.

On the right, a middle-aged man with a refined demeanor appeared more like a scholar than a Taoist.

Together, they gazed at a golden Heavenly Machine at the center of the land.

The Heavenly Machine emitted radiance akin to starlight, with multiple strands of Dragon Qi spiraling up and down its structure.

"How much more until full completion?" The white-haired elder—Yuann Tiangang—asked.

"About sixty percent. To unlock the Hutian Sect left behind by Lishan Mother, at least that much Dragon Qi is required."

"Looks like chaos will persist in the world for another hundred years."

Li Chunfeng hesitated before speaking: "The one who abducted the emperor last time—could they have learned of our plans? Should I descend the mountain to investigate?"

"No need. What must appear will appear eventually. Simply keep watch; the culprit will inevitably expose themselves."

Yuann Tiangang, the most formidable fortune teller of the Sui and Tang eras, revered by some as a Great Sage of divination and despised by others as a Great Demon.

He could foresee five hundred years into the past and future.

In the twilight of his life, he discovered Lishan—the site where Nuwa allegedly ran out of five-colored stone while mending the heavens, leaving an Ascension rift to the Heavenly Realm.

It was here that Lishan Mother attained Immortality.

"It is time for Emperor Li Chen to ascend as an Upper Immortal."

Yuann Tiangang remarked indifferently.

An Upper Immortal, however, did not imply ascension in its pure form; it involved extracting the Emperor’s soul, draining the Heavenly Son’s destined fate, and using it to command the lands and states.

When enough fate had accumulated, it would shatter the constraints of this realm, opening a path to the Heavenly Realm.

The repercussions of tearing open such a fissure were understood all too well by the two men.

"Shall I dispatch two thousand Ghost Soldiers for the retrieval?"

"Do so!"

Before the words fully dissipated, Yuann Tiangang’s form gradually blurred until he vanished completely.

The Heavenly Machine began spinning rapidly.

Zhaoyang, Jian’nan Military Governor’s rebellion, Ann Nan and Tubo incursions.

Years of meticulous arrangements reduced to chaos.

At night.

A group of Ghost Soldiers, led by a middle-aged scholar, advanced toward Chang’an.

The middle-aged scholar had a long, narrow face, a sallow complexion, and fox-like slit eyes.

Those around him treated him with utmost reverence.

"Halt!"

The middle-aged scholar ordered the group to stop.

"What commands does Luu Hermit have for us?" The Ghost Soldiers asked in confusion.

Luu Hermit remained cryptic, offering no explanation, merely stating the timing was not right.

The Ghost Soldiers raised no objections and obediently lined up along the official road, awaiting further orders.

Since the death of Danxia Great Saint, this individual had become the new envoy facilitating emperors’ Upper Immortal ascension.

Luu Hermit, observing the constellations at night, had been divinely guided, mastering the technique of Upper Immortal ascension.

After sending away multiple emperors’ souls in succession, his cultivation had indeed grown considerably.

Three hours later, Luu Hermit struck his horse with a whip.

"We go NOW!! Hyah!"

This was none other than Luu Hermit of Jing State, skilled in divination and the Invisibility Technique. Since achieving the status of an Upper Immortal, he refined the Invisibility Technique to a state of Shape Shifting, reaching the rank of Earth Immortal.

Within the Heart Nurturing Hall of the Imperial Palace.

Song Lin sat upright, a faint sense of being observed by an unseen gaze through the mysterious Heavenly Human Connection.

Rescuing two emperors consecutively had already drawn attention from the mastermind behind these schemes. Every time the date of an Upper Immortal ascension approached, these unseen eyes would continue their unyielding vigil.

Moreover, the Dragon Slaying Array appeared to have been prematurely activated.

In Song Lin’s eyes, within the thousand-zhang void beyond the palace gates, a golden arrow shimmered ominously.

This was the arrow of the Dragon Slaying Array.

Above the Imperial Palace, a faint dragon-shaped flow of energy wavered in the air.

Once the appointed time arrived, the arrow would pierce forth and sever the flourishing dynasty’s Dragon Qi.

The army stationed outside the palace would then storm in, drawing his soul toward an unknown destination.

Even if he managed to fend off the army, this time it was highly likely the one above would personally manipulate the Dragon Slaying Array to strike down his physical form—or trap him until the hidden mastermind arrived to eliminate him.

This was Song Lin’s theory.

In conclusion, entering the Dragon Slaying Array offered a slim chance of survival—nine deaths and one life.

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