Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 266 - 244: Battle Fire Cloud, Conclusion and Return

Chapter 266: Chapter 244: Battle Fire Cloud, Conclusion and Return

At this moment, elsewhere.

Spring, summer, autumn, and winter—someone has already broken through.

The pitch-black Mother Tree itself was hastening deeper in.

Yunhai led Chuu Yuying and others to leap out of the Snow Realm first.

What greeted them was a terrifying and grotesque scene.

A colossal black tree, its shade blotting out the sky, and roots piercing deeply into the void.

The third eye on Yunhai’s brow emitted a red glow, and his entire being faintly felt scorched.

"This is... the Mother Tree of All Things?"

Yunhai had done extensive preparation before coming here.

The Xuanzhen Temple had a record of the Mother Tree of All Things, said to be the source of all Xuanying Qi.

He hadn’t expected this tree to actually exist.

Yunhai was overjoyed.

This was something he must have!

At the same time, the Black Dragon Taoist and Wud Yin of the Witch God Heavenly King also arrived.

The three exchanged a glance before abandoning their teams and charging toward the Mother Tree of All Things.

...

Mingxing Peak.

Master Zhi Xin’s face was pale, his expression increasingly aged.

Nevertheless, he had already calculated the Heavenly Mechanism.

There was indeed a conspiracy at the Eight Sceneries Peak.

And it was an enormous one, enough to ensure that the Taoist School’s forces sent there would suffer annihilation, causing irreparable losses.

Thinking of this, Zhi Xin hastily left to head for Xuanyu City.

Xuanyu City was a massive cave mansion, practically a stable Void Realm.

He arrived at the central Eight Ghosts King Hall.

The deep and endless great hall echoed with emptiness, not a soul in sight.

At the back of the hall stood a screen painted with mountains and rivers.

Behind the screen, a faint silhouette appeared.

This was the Holy Might Heavenly Master.

The Holy Might Heavenly Master had a peculiar habit; unless it was an important occasion, he rarely revealed his true face. It was possible that even the figure behind the screen was not his true body.

"Zhi Xin, what brings you here?"

His voice was powerful and vigorous, making it impossible to guess his age.

"There’s a development at Eight Sceneries Peak."

Zhi Xin shared his suspicions.

This Great Demon might not be an ordinary one.

And the Eight Sceneries Peak was not as simple as everyone thought—a mere Secret Realm.

It could very well be a massive trap.

"You’re saying Yunhai and the others might die."

Zhi Xin said solemnly.

The Holy Might Heavenly Master pondered for a moment.

...

The Fire World.

Boom!

A swarm of fire ants turned to ash.

"Phew, finally got rid of them."

Standing before the ant nest, Song Lin let out a breath of relief.

That was close—those fire ants were everywhere on the mountains. Still, the gains were substantial.

The three dragons inside the Dragon Mansion Jade Gourd had grown to over 120 zhang in length. Though their level hadn’t advanced, their Divine Skill range had expanded considerably.

Moreover...

Buzz!

A phantom wind sword materialized beside Song Lin.

This wind sword glowed crimson, like flames.

This was the Phoenix Blood Sword.

After several days of effort, Song Lin had gathered five clusters of Mother Qi and entered the Spirit Sword realm.

The divine sword had been forged, embodying the agility and sharpness of a Spirit Sword, along with the explosive, rebirth-like characteristics of Phoenix True Fire.

His thoughts stirred.

Boom!

The divine sword plunged into the ground.

The next instant, the ground within a radius of several li erupted, spewing a hundred-zhang tall torrent of magma as black smoke engulfed the heavens.

"Such powerful might!"

Song Lin clicked his tongue in awe.

Now equipped with the divine sword, the Dragon Mansion Jade Gourd, and the Three-headed and Six-armed Little Giant Spirit God, his combat strength was likely comparable to the Purple Mansion realm.

At that moment, flames spread across the sky.

Fire rose all around, as if transforming into a fiery world.

The flames coalesced into the form of a Taoist.

This man had fiery red eyebrows and hair.

His eyes were sharp like blades, brimming with murderous intent.

"Song Lin, long time no see!"

Boom!

Before the words had fully fallen, three thousand Fire Crows flew out from the blazing clouds.

"Come at me!"

Song Lin laughed heartily.

Swoosh!

All Swords Return to the Sect!

Countless fire swords spun into a whirlwind, slashing down the three thousand Fire Crows.

"Now that I’m here, what can you do about it?"

Fire Cloud’s figure vanished as flames surged forward like a tidal wave, resembling a colossal furnace.

Seeing this, Song Lin instantly realized he was likely inside the Fire Palace.

This must be Fire Cloud’s ultimate skill—the Heaven and Earth Furnace.

Additionally, various fiery mutant beasts emerged.

"Be cautious!"

Song Lin instructed his group.

He then summoned three dragons—alien species True Dragons—and innumerable Phoenix Blood Swords.

The Divine Dragons roared as the swords danced through the air.

Elsewhere, Guu Yuchan and the others struggled behind Song Lin, fending off the mutant beasts.

Song Lin hadn’t taken them into the Pocket World; instead, he was training their adaptability.

The temperature rose higher and higher, and the space began to distort.

The entire world seemed to transform into a sea of flames.

Within the Heaven and Earth Furnace, countless fiery mutant beasts appeared.

These beasts weren’t mere manifestations of flames but were forged from the refined spirits of actual mutant beasts.

In addition to their formidable fiery bodies, they carried the innate Divine Skills of the mutant beasts.

Several Taoists behind were injured.

When Song Lin determined it exceeded their capabilities, he took them into the Pot World.

The flames condensed to a radius of ten zhang.

This time, the heat was even more intense.

The three alien species True Dragons sustained serious injuries and returned to the Pot World to recover.

Moreover, the vestment robe on Song Lin’s body began to ignite.

His Mana rapidly drained, and he estimated he couldn’t endure for an hour.

If not for the Phoenix Blood Sword’s immunity to True Fire, even the treasure sword might have burned to ashes.

Ordinary Taoist Soldiers disintegrated the instant they appeared.

"Hahaha, Song Lin, today is the day you die. Where is your giant spirit Taoist Soldier? Why don’t you summon it? Could it be your hidden trump card?"

Fire Cloud saw through Song Lin’s intention immediately.

He had thoroughly investigated Song Lin beforehand—there was no way he wouldn’t have planned for contingencies.

Knowing that Song Lin had previously crushed seven Core Formation Stage Divine Generals with a Taoist Soldier, Fire Cloud had prepared accordingly. Upon meeting him, he had set a trap, drawing Song Lin into his Fire Palace Purple Mansion.

"You? You’re not worthy. You’re just a loser who relies on external objects to attain the rank of Taoist!"

Song Lin taunted in return.

Compared with Yuann Tiangang, Fire Cloud was worlds away.

Yuann Tiangang had profound mastery, orchestrating plans for ascension singlehandedly, while Fire Cloud was merely a weakling who had depended on the Mei Mountain Blessed Land to enter the Purple Mansion realm.

In terms of the might of Purple Mansion realms, Song Lin’s Pocket World far exceeded Fire Palace by countless degrees.

"Very well."

The range of the flames continued to shrink.

Ten zhang, nine zhang, eight zhang...

The distance gradually closed.

Fire Cloud was intent on putting Song Lin to death.

Even if Song Lin still hadn’t used all his trump cards.

The flames broke through Song Lin’s protective barrier, searing his flesh until only bone remained.

Song Lin’s forehead veins bulged as he endured the intense pain, his eyes turning entirely white.

Even now, he was gripping onto his ultimate trump card.

He had to locate Fire Cloud’s position.

Fire Cloud was in the Purple Mansion realm, two minor realms above him.

When dealing with someone at this level, an ultimate move could not be used a second time—failure would mean absolute defeat.

Boom!

At that moment, the flames engulfed Song Lin.

Hidden within the Fire Palace, before Fire Cloud had a chance to relax—

"Not good!"

Boom!

The flames exploded.

A two-thousand-zhang tall Three-eyed Taoist Soldier emerged, wreathed in fire.

The Taoist Soldier had three heads and six arms, its nine eyes radiating golden light, firing three divine arrows straight toward the depths of the endless fiery sea where the palace lay.

Three-headed and Six-armed?

How did this man forge such a formidable Taoist Soldier?

Clang, clang, clang!

The weapons struck the palace, but they were deflected.

"But still..."

Fire Cloud sneered.

Before he could finish speaking, a massive wheel materialized beneath the Golden Palace.

As the wheel spun, it forcibly sheared open a gap within the palace.

Boom!

The Three-headed and Six-armed Divine General thrust its sword through the hundred-zhang palace.

The mountain-sized divine sword pierced through the palace, creating an awe-inspiring spectacle.

Fire Cloud darted out of the palace, grazed by the Sword Qi, which left a deep gash across his body.

Crack!

The Divine General extended one of its hands to grab Fire Cloud.

Not far off, Song Lin’s figure emerged, flying sword in hand, striking forward.

"Ah!! You wouldn’t dare kill me!"

Fire Cloud was both shocked and furious.

Splurt!

The Spirit Sword penetrated his chest.

Boom!

Fire Cloud’s body exploded into a mist of blood.

The Fire Palace was breached.

A scarlet True Spirit darted out.

"Escaped?"

Song Lin was unsurprised.

At their level, who wouldn’t have a means of self-preservation?

With that in mind, Song Lin immediately gave chase.

The man was gravely injured and couldn’t have gone far.

With one ahead and one behind, the distance between them closed.

Suddenly, an authoritative voice roared across the realm.

"Holy Might! Damn your ancestors!"

At that moment, Song Lin felt a sharp pain in his Dantian as his strength rapidly drained.

"Hmm?"

Song Lin was startled.

Looking inward, he saw the black net formed by the Void Capturing Technique inside his Dantian spreading uncontrollably, like tree roots sucking away his nourishment.

Roots of pitch-black trees emerged throughout the surrounding void!

"Heavenly Venerate?"

Song Lin realized with a jolt.

The man beneath the tree was the Heavenly Venerate all along.

The Heavenly Venerate was the mastermind behind the Blessing Ceremony. He had been using the Void Capturing Technique to siphon energy from others.

The mastermind of this place was also the Heavenly Venerate, who had leaked the treasure’s presence to lure everyone here.

Now it was time for that wretch to reap his harvest.

Realizing this, Song Lin immediately used the Demon Seed Sky Filling Technique to sever the tree roots, converting the energy into Demon Seeds, intercepting some of it directly to form a black bead.

This was the Demon Seed Sky Filling Technique, a method created by Ann Qi and others, inspired by the tumor-like growths on tree roots.

Thus, this technique could operate like a tumor to divert energy, even siphoning it back from the tree trunk.

"Who dares?"

Beneath the tree, a figure opened blood-red eyes, exuding murderous intent—someone was stealing his energy!

The giant tree behind him was covered with suspended masters.

No time to think further.

The Holy Might Mage’s massive palm descended, and faintly in the distant sky, a Ghost King looming as vast as a world could be seen.

"Holy Might, you dare ruin my plans!"

Crunch, crunch!

The figure slowly stood up.

Though he had broken free, the interference from Holy Might prevented him from recovering his full strength.

Boom!

The Eight Ghost Kings and the golden hand slammed down!

The Eight Sceneries Peak’s eight worlds exploded.

Song Lin was swept into the chaotic void flow.

"What’s going on?"

Song Lin was at a loss. Was it all over?

The world of experts was truly incomprehensible.

Perhaps it was time to prepare for another world.

The situation was far worse than expected.

The Void Realm was attached to the True World; once it was destroyed, it would dissolve into complete nothingness.

The scenery around collapsed rapidly, forming boundless darkness. Fire Cloud seemed consumed by the darkness.

Intense power pressed in from all directions.

Song Lin’s consciousness began to blur.

At the critical moment, an aged figure stepped out of the chaotic flow and took hold of his hand.

"Master Zhi Xin?"