Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 265 - 243: The Vengeful Spirit’s Black Cord, The Final Curtain Descends

Chapter 265: Chapter 243: The Vengeful Spirit’s Black Cord, The Final Curtain Descends

"Jie Jie, old man, this thing is ours now!"

Opposite Zhao Wuji and his disciples stood six individuals.

These six people were dressed in black robes, bearing the symbol of the Black Heaven Law Realm.

At the forefront was a man with a face full of black markings and a chilling yin energy.

"Hmph! Taking something from my hands? Reckless! Rise!"

Almost simultaneously, Zhao Wuji and his disciples raised their command flags.

Hua!

The Yin Wind blew, and divine weapons filled the sky.

Fierce and malevolent Evil Ghost Soldiers swarmed in from all directions, enclosing everyone.

Last time, Song Lin had killed all of his Core Formation Generals, leaving only a few Divine Establishment Generals.

However, he had brought along his disciples this time.

Together with his disciples, they commanded an army of 200,000 Rampant Soldiers.

What does an army of 200,000 Rampant Soldiers mean?

The surroundings were packed densely, dozens of layers above, below, and on all sides, from the sky to the earth, sealing every escape route.

In the center, the six individuals appeared isolated and desolate.

"Kill!"

Zhao Wuji waved his command flag, and the Rampant Soldiers surged forward like a tidal wave.

When they had stumbled upon the Phoenix Blood Mother Qi by chance, Zhao Wuji had just prepared to seize it when the people of the Black Heaven Law Realm arrived.

Since negotiations broke down, there was no other option but to fight.

"Senior Brother Meng Ke, so many people!"

The disciple behind the frontmost tattooed man teased sarcastically.

"Hmph! Attack!"

The cultivator known as Meng Ke’s eyes began to bleed, and runes devoured his body.

Hua!

With another gust of gloomy wind,

his humanoid form vanished, replaced by a colossal black python with emerald eyes.

The python exhaled a cloudy breath, and the black miasma spread in all directions. Everywhere it passed, the Rampant Soldiers dissolved into rancid sludge.

Behind him, his companions revealed their Black Heaven Dharma Forms one after another.

The Black Heaven Dharma Form combines one’s soul with mutant beasts or specific energy sources, granting ferocious combat abilities.

Examples of Dharma Forms included flaming skulls, twin mother-child fierce ghosts, ghost-faced spiders, and so on.

Apart from the inherent abilities of the Dharma Forms, they unleashed pitch-black chains as well.

These chains, partly real and partly illusory, radiated intense vengeful energy.

Wherever the chains passed, souls were hooked and spirits scattered. Anyone or anything that made contact with a chain was instantly tainted, their mana corrupted, and their soul obliterated.

Even artifacts were rendered defunct upon brushing against these chains.

This was the Black Capital Vengeful Spirit Lock, one of the Thirty-Six Magic Veins of the Black Heaven. Its materials were exceptionally sinister—designed to torment victims to death and dissolve their bodies into sludge using a corrosive potion.

This potion generally spared the hair, with resentment attaching itself to the strands, which were then fashioned into black cords.

As cultivation advanced, these black cords became increasingly fine and ethereal, with their range of attack expanding correspondingly.

"Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!"

The massive serpent in the sky flicked its tongue, spewing countless strands of pitch-black thread from its mouth.

The black threads covered a radius of ten zhang, forming a giant ball from afar that resembled a massive tangled furball.

After a long moment, the ball of threads dissipated into mist, vanishing without a trace.

The army of 200,000 Rampant Soldiers had disappeared, leaving only Zhao Wuji and his few disciples.

Meng Ke reverted back to his human form, the pitch-black runes on his face writhing continuously. He sneered coldly:

"Oh, you still have some fight left in you!"

Zhao Wuji’s face was ashen-pale.

He hadn’t anticipated such monstrous strength from his opponents. Why was it that, despite both being at the Core Formation stage, the other side could effortlessly crush him?

Zhao Wuji couldn’t help but think of Song Lin.

He made a subtle gesture to his five disciples, signaling them to join the fight together.

As the Black Heaven Dao Alliance members descended,

the five disciples launched their attacks simultaneously.

Talismans, flying swords, golden bells... various magical artifacts filled the air.

Meanwhile, Zhao Wuji shifted his body and fled far away. Ahead of him was the Flame Phoenix.

This stunned Meng Ke and his companions.

"What the..."

"Master!"

The disciples’ eyes widened in anguish—they could never have imagined that their master would abandon them in this way.

The next second, pitch-black chains pierced through their skulls.

A group of foes pursued Zhao Wuji in the direction of the Flame Phoenix.

The chase unfolded above a sea of fire, with Zhao Wuji drawing ever closer to the Phoenix Blood Mother Qi.

This treasure was invaluable.

Originating from Xuanzhen Palace, it was classified as one of Xuanzhen Palace’s Eighteen Mysterious Essence Qi. Consuming it could result in a massive cultivation boost and grant randomized divine powers of the Phoenix.

Even if sacrificing a few disciples was necessary, it was all worth it. As for the Rampant Soldiers, they were even less valuable, particularly since his main dharma altar wasn’t present here.

Just as Zhao Wuji was about to seize the Phoenix Blood Mother Qi, a white gourd appeared before him. From its mouth leaped a figure, and the Phoenix Blood Mother Qi was absorbed into the gourd.

Upon seeing this individual, Zhao Wuji cried out in shock.

"Song Lin!!"

"Hmm! It’s me!"

Song Lin nodded, and a raging wind condensed into a sword.

Swoosh!

In one strike, it pierced through the skull!

Zhao Wuji was dead!

Song Lin didn’t even consider this opponent worth mentioning.

Even uttering a mocking remark seemed unnecessary.

Next, three Mutant Flood Dragons flew out of the gourd’s mouth as the Yin Yang Transformation Wheel manifested once more.

Invisible fluctuations shattered the enemy’s black chains.

Meng Ke resumed the form of the Black Snake Dharma Form.

The black snake stared at the wheel in astonishment. "Hmm? You’re worthy of me knowing your name. What is it?"

"Remember it well. The one who kills you... is Fire Cloud!"

Boom!

All Swords Return to the Sect!

Countless wind swords swept through the air.

Kui Dragon Mountain Shifting, Coiled Dragon Spits Poison, Chi Dragon Ice!

A hundred-zhang Divine Dragon encircled the six individuals, and combined with the Yin Yang Wheel, reduced them to ashes in an instant.

At that moment, Guu Yuchan and the others arrived belatedly.

"It’s all settled." Song Lin smiled.

He then used his qi to collect the storage magical artifacts left behind by Zhao Wuji and the others.

Inside the World in the Pot, within the central floating island’s Changle Palace.

Before Song Lin lay bags, boxes, bronze bracelets, and other storage magical artifacts.

"This one’s pretty good. 200,000 dharma coins, various Artifact Refining and Alchemy materials... Oh, and a spiritual weapon altar, probably Zhao Wuji’s..."

"20,000 dharma coins, 300 skulls..."

What left the strongest impression on Song Lin was the hair-thin black chains inside one of the boxes.

They emanated an extremely sinister aura, possessing a venomous and ruthless nature.

Judging by their characteristics, they appeared to be top-rank spiritual artifacts.

This was a valuable item that could be stored in the treasure vault as a reward for accruing Taoist Merit.

Of course, the most important item remained the Phoenix Blood Mother Qi.

Song Lin opened another box.

Inside the box, a dancing phoenix could be seen.

This was the Mother Qi, a type of Xuanying Qi.

Its essence likely represented a primordial form of essence and qi. Xuanzhen Palace had once used this to refine their physical bodies.

Song Lin attempted to absorb it.

After consuming the fiery energy, his entire body felt significantly lighter.

The most crucial discovery was that it had a direct effect on cultivation within the Swordman Dao.

"What a treasure!"

Song Lin exclaimed excitedly.

This substance could enhance sword cultivation and increase mana. This implied it could also accelerate the condensation of Flying Gold Crystals, thereby improving efficiency in Alchemy.

Currently, he was at the Wind Hero Realm. Advancing to Spirit Hero and then breaking through to the Immortal Martial stage would allow him to enter the late-stage Core Formation tier.

The faster this could happen, the better.

Over the next two days, Song Lin dedicated himself to cultivation and discovered something new.

After absorbing the Mother Qi, his wind sword surprisingly gained a fiery quality.

When summoned again, the wind sword was pale red in color, possessing a searing temperature and rapid regenerative properties.

An idea occurred to him.

If this substance could enhance divine swords with unique traits, why not seek out more of it to forge swords with different properties?

In the days that followed, Song Lin exited seclusion and began another sweep.

He avoided unnecessary encounters with others, focusing on demon-slaying and treasure-hunting, during which he found two more Phoenix Blood Mother Qi. His three Flood Dragons each grew ten zhang longer, and he amassed over 50,000 yin merit.

If he encountered enemies, he killed them and left behind the name Fire Cloud.

Of course, this behavior wasn’t meant to mislead anyone.

Song Lin knew this tactic was merely to draw Fire Cloud’s attention, assuming that Fire Cloud was still in this world.

Fire Cloud, indeed in this world, had already deduced Song Lin’s activities.

Besides Fire Cloud, the powerful figures of the Black Heaven Law Realm were beginning to take notice of their fallen disciples.

A clash was imminent.

And as the major powers continued their ventures deeper, the final curtain of this Void Realm was about to be drawn.