Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 252 - 230: The Purple Mansion in the Pot, Yin Yang Transformation Wheel. (1/3)

Chapter 252: Chapter 230: The Purple Mansion in the Pot, Yin Yang Transformation Wheel. (1/3)

Song Lin returned to the Upper Immortal World.

Li Chunfeng was still bound atop the artificial mountain.

No matter how much the crowd tried to interrogate him, he refused to speak, showing not the slightest sign of submission.

Song Lin emerged from his secluded cultivation.

"Master!"

"Elder!"

The crowd stepped forward to greet him.

Song Lin’s heroic feat in defeating Li Chunfeng had won the admiration of everyone present.

Even the prideful Feng Ying and the highly skilled Taoist Cui Qianyou had to admit his prowess.

"What now? Has Li Chunfeng still not confessed?" Song Lin asked.

"This man is maddeningly stubborn; I truly have no methods left." Li Zhan admitted with shame.

The Great Tang had been tormented to the brink of collapse by these two men; Li Zhan’s hatred ran deep. He had used the Wind Sword to slice off Li Chunfeng’s flesh piece by piece, healing him afterward each time, yet it had failed to make him relent or reveal his Cultivation Technique or Yuann Tiangang’s whereabouts.

"I understand," Song Lin said.

Song Lin walked up to Li Chunfeng.

Li Chunfeng sneered coldly, "You’re going to try your hand, too? Feel free."

"Do you think you’re undertaking a momentous and noble cause?" Song Lin’s words left him confounded.

Song Lin continued speaking of his own accord: "People like you, learn a couple of Spells, grasp some secrets unknown to others, and presume yourselves to stand above the masses, wantonly dictating the destinies of others."

"Do you realize how many you’ve harmed? Families destroyed, lives upended? Your every small mistake—"

Though Song Lin’s tone wasn’t aggressive, his words cut deeply into Li Zhan’s heart.

Back when Emperor Xianzong, his father, ascended as an Upper Immortal, Li Zhan had personally witnessed the events unfold.

His father, so wise and valiant, had nearly restored the glory of the Great Tang, only to be betrayed and assassinated by despicable villains.

Like fish on the chopping block, his chest was gutted, his flesh taken, and his soul dragged off to some unknown fate.

The palace bathed in blood that day—a scene of utter terror.

It was the most horrifying image within Li Zhan’s recurring nightmares.

Thus, after ascending the throne, he feigned madness and foolishness, only to have his ruse exposed. Had Song Lin not intervened to save him, he would have surely met the same tragic end as his father.

Merely seeing Li Chunfeng’s face now filled Li Zhan with uncontainable rage.

Were it not for them, the Great Tang’s empire would not be in such dire straits, nor would its citizens be forced into exile and suffering.

"Me? I’m to blame? I simply follow the will of destiny. Every soul is destined for death in the end—whether sooner or later, what difference does it make?"

Li Chunfeng chuckled indifferently.

As a veteran officer, he had long seen the dark depths of human nature.

The aristocratic clans clung to power, monopolizing not only the highest but also the lowest positions through nepotism and family ties.

Greedy and indulgent beyond measure.

All while mocking commoners for lacking ambition.

"And so, why do the innocent suffer?" Song Lin pressed further, "Besides, you’ve only ever acted for your own gain—since when did you champion the common folk’s cause?"

Those so-called noblemen could die a hundred times over without it affecting him.

Huang Chao trampling the royal streets and grinding the bones of the elites underfoot was a satisfying sight indeed.

The so-called scions of aristocracy committed endless wicked deeds in their everyday lives. Yet when the rebel armies slaughtered them, feasting on their bones, defiling their wives and daughters, they wailed and decried their tormentors as savages, condemning them as beasts.

Humans are born not as beasts—who forces them into such monstrosity?

Of course, Song Lin held the man before him in utmost disdain.

Cloaking his selfish ambition in the guise of justice, plunging the realm into war and chaos solely to fulfill his private desires.

"It’s the common people who must suffer, then."

Li Chunfeng grinned hideously.

Boom!

Suddenly, the internal Secret Realm of the Upper Pure Pearl shook violently.

The sky split, cracks forming like a spider’s web.

Whhoooosh!

Blades of pitch-black gas hurled downward at supersonic speed, destroying everything below.

"Huh?" Song Lin’s pupils contracted. So he had underestimated this man—he had somehow managed to contact the outside world.

"Haha, Master has arrived! None of you will escape!"

Li Chunfeng burst into carefree laughter. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

To say that he was completely unaffected by humiliation would have been a lie.

Boom!

As he spoke, the entire firmament was torn open, and a massive roulette appeared.

The roulette resembled a Taiji diagram, its left side blue and its right side red.

Its material seemed to be white jade, and at this moment, it was continuously spinning.

Its rotation emitted space-tearing sounds that echoed across the land.

The Secret Realm within the Upper Pure Pearl was shattered by this object.

Above the white jade roulette lay an entirely different world.

The scene was as though two worlds were colliding against each other.

"World in the Pot! Yin Yang Transformation Wheel!"

Zhai Qianyou cried out in alarm.

The World in the Pot was Yuann Tiangang’s Purple Mansion, while the Yin Yang Transformation Wheel was his ultimate technique.

Upon reaching the Purple Mansion Realm, the Golden Core shatters like the egg during Chaos’s opening, and the Dantian evolves into a space used for storing Mana.

Thus it becomes the Purple Mansion, capable of actively absorbing Primordial Energy from the void and storing it as a Mana Pool.

The phrase "Mana without bounds" serves to describe the extraordinary powers of Purple Mansion adepts.

The same Spell, when wielded by a Mana-rich Purple Mansion True Person, manifests utterly boundless might.

This World in the Pot was Yuann Tiangang’s Purple Mansion.

However, the fact that it could hold living beings suggested that it was combined with some sort of Magic Artifact.

The Yin Yang Transformation Wheel in the sky encompassed a radius of five thousand feet.

The oppressive blackness was like a new earth, not to mention the World in the Pot behind it.

Rumble, rumble!

The Yin Yang Transformation Wheel slowly descended.

Everything below was annihilated into nothingness.

The power of Yin Yang transformed all things into their primal essence, disintegrating them fundamentally into Yin Yang matter.

The Upper Pure Pearl’s world was thoroughly destroyed.

The Yin Yang Transformation Wheel moved closer and closer, poised to dissolve the crowd into nothingness.

Boom!

At that moment, a pair of giant golden hands braced the wheel.

The hands belonged to the Little Giant Spirit God.

But it was all in vain.

As soon as the Little Giant Spirit God’s hands touched the wheel, they vanished on the spot, and the disintegration spread rapidly downward.

It would take no more than three minutes.

"Song Lin, how about we strike a deal?" Li Chunfeng suddenly spoke, grinning slyly. "Spare me, and I’ll spare your life!"

"Keep dreaming!"

Song Lin lifted Li Chunfeng into the air and, taking advantage of the moment when the Little Giant Spirit God held back Yuann Tiangang, swiftly led the group away.

Song Lin transformed into a swift spiritual wind.

Li Zhan and the other two followed closely behind.

Having mastered the Wind Sword, they could travel with the wind, their speed unmatched.

Farther back were Zhai Qianyou and others riding Kui Dragons.

The Coiled Dragon could not fly, so the burden of transporting the group fell to the Kui Dragons.

The rest of the companions were also occupied—Xing Hepu and Wang Jiao masked the Heavenly Mechanism, Feng Ying summoned mist for concealment, and the Divine Servant stood watch silently at the horizon. Whenever the Kui Dragons grew tired, they would immediately conjure sustenance to restore them.

Thanks to their combined efforts, the oppressive roulette seemed farther and farther away.

Just as they were about to escape safely, Li Chunfeng mocked:

"Haha, you think this is over?"

A shadow loomed over them once again.

They looked up to see the Yin Yang Roulette overhead.

"A Purple Mansion adept. Seventh Realm Heavenly Hero, is it?"

Song Lin’s eyes burned with a fierce fighting spirit.

Behind him, visions of the sun and moon appeared. Lei Yun rolled above him as the Five Thunders Soldiers and Yellow Turban Warriors surged forth.

The divine sword was unsheathed, and countless Sword Qi soared into the skies.

Boom, boom, boom!

These forces bombarded the Yin Yang Transformation Wheel but disappeared without a trace.

So this was the power of the Purple Mansion?

Song Lin had truly underestimated it.

With his current strength, he could easily defeat a late-stage Core Formation adept.

He had assumed he possessed the ability to contend with a Purple Mansion adept, at least holding his ground for several rounds.

But Yuann Tiangang’s single move shattered his arrogant confidence.

The Yin Yang Transformation Wheel pressed down relentlessly.

Boundless darkness enveloped them, and the fierce Gang Wind and Yin Yang Qi ceaselessly corroded their protective magic powers.

Only ten seconds remained.

Within ten seconds,

It seemed this mission was destined to fail—he had underestimated the capabilities of the realm.

He had presumed the Upper Pure Pearl to be sufficiently concealed, with Li Chunfeng under his very watchful eyes, thinking the man incapable of causing significant turmoil. Yet, he had been gravely mistaken.

"I wonder what will become of the Real World."

Song Lin pondered.

His death would erase all knowledge brought over from this world.

Be it inscribed on paper or retained in memory, all would vanish.

Yet Song Lin harbored a lingering question.

If everything were to vanish, would his work "Taoist Method Meeting" be erased as well?

Would its contents turn blank, or would the entire text outright disappear?

If it were the latter, that would be far too powerful.

He could not begin to fathom how many people would be affected.

Song Lin speculated that the text might remain intact, albeit with certain procedures missing, leaving only fragmented knowledge.

Even so, such a situation would still be perilous.

At the critical moment,

Song Lin saw three giant swords.

These swords shone brilliantly, illuminating thousands of miles.

Boom!

The swords detonated, pushing the Yin Yang Roulette upward by a significant degree.

"Taoist Song, quickly escape!!"

Amidst the blinding radiance, Li Zhan’s voice faintly echoed.

Instantly, Song Lin grasped the situation.

It turned out Li Zhan and the others had burned their life essence, creating a chance at survival for him and the rest.

Li Zhan and his companions repaid Song Lin’s past act of saving their lives with their own lives today.

"Go!!"

Under the dome of dazzling white light, Song Lin lifted Li Chunfeng and the others, vanishing into the horizon.

There was no time for romantic sentiments—the priority was not to squander the precious opportunity Li Zhan and his companions had died to create.

If they still failed to escape, their sacrifice would be for naught.

To prevent Li Chunfeng from communicating through unknown methods, Song Lin deliberately knocked him unconscious and locked him in the Heavenly Demon Stomach.

Finally, they managed to escape unscathed.

The group flew out of the Great Tang, settling upon a secluded South Sea island.

This time, they chose a cave dwelling, with Xing Hepu and Wang Jiao arranging layers upon layers of protective arrays, taking no chances whatsoever.

And so two years passed.

At the end of the sixty-first year of the Upper Immortal Era,

South Sea Island.

Surrounding the island were massive stone formations, each arranged according to a specific set of rules.

The clouds above had been summoned by Feng Ying.

In the waters ahead, Coiled Dragons and Chi Dragons merrily frolicked.

Song Lin sat by the shore, immersed in cultivation.

Since the last battle, he had focused entirely on deepening his practice.

If he could break through to late-stage Core Formation, his combat strength would rise considerably.

After all, his power was still far too lacking.

Elsewhere, Xing Hepu and Wang Jiao had various bamboo slips laid out before them.

Song Lin got up and approached.

"Taoist Elder,"

The pair looked up to greet him before returning their attention to studying the Mystical Characters.

Xing Hepu casually handed over a booklet, containing records of a complex Mystical Character.

Song Lin flipped it open, examining it closely.

This was the sixth Mystical Character.

It detailed methods for crafting two types of Taoist Soldiers:

Thunder Mansion Ghost Soldiers and Thunder Mansion Ghost Messengers.

The former was akin to the Five Thunders Soldiers, while the latter rivaled the Yellow Turban Warriors, albeit with different attributes.

Thunder Mansion Ghost Soldiers existed in soul body form, capable of transforming into black mist and remaining invisible at night.

Thunder Mansion Ghost Messengers wielded chain-like Magic Artifacts, with abilities such as soul-stealing, ghost-wall trapping, invisibility, and more.

They weren’t particularly formidable forces but added diversity to the Rampant Soldier Method.

These Taoist Soldiers provided exceptional advantages at night and could serve as nocturnal sentinels in the future.

"I won’t disturb you; continue your research. Let me know if you need anything,"

Since learning from Taoist Method Meeting, Xing Hepu and Wang Jiao had deepened their mastery of Taoist Skills significantly.

Elsewhere on a fake mountain, Li Chunfeng remained shackled with iron chains.

Runes covered his body, and the mountain served as an isolating array.

The old man seemed calm, reclining against the mountain, his gaze fixed upon the clouds above.

As Song Lin approached, Li Chunfeng glanced at him briefly before looking away silently.

"What do you think? Do you believe we can prevail?"

"Li Tang will fall; the world will descend into chaos. Your fate is sealed."

Li Chunfeng cast a fleeting glance at Song Lin.

"My master will soon ascend, and your struggles will be futile."

Currently, the powerful minister Zhu Wen controlled the court, regional warlords fought their battles, and the dynasty’s Dragon Qi had been mostly absorbed by Yuann Tiangang.

But it wasn’t over yet; the world would face an even greater period of turmoil.

A time of humans devouring beasts.

Only through such calamity could every last ounce of Primordial Energy be wrung dry.

"Ascension? Fine—then we’ll strike Yuann Tiangang at the moment of his ascension!"

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