Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 269 - 246: 8 Scenic Keys, Kill without Error! (2/2)

Chapter 269: Chapter 246: 8 Scenic Keys, Kill without Error! (2/2)

Zhi Xin watched Song Lin leave.

He turned back to the straw hut, took out a blank jade scroll, and engraved knowledge into it with his Divine Thought.

The next time Song Lin visits, he would hand over these efforts to him.

"Ah, ultimately unable to break through." Zhi Xin sighed deeply.

Struggling for hundreds of years, and still unable to grasp that fleeting opportunity.

The last deduction at Eight Sceneries Peak had exhausted his potential. If he could have lived another fifty or sixty years, now it was likely only five or six years—he wouldn’t even make it to the Heavenly Tribulation.

Zhi Xin had nearly given up, merely hoping that his life’s work could be passed on.

Song Lin had considerable talent, though his mind was not fully dedicated to this pursuit.

By logic, someone like him shouldn’t be chosen.

But Zhi Xin felt that Song Lin could truly accomplish something.

Though overly idealistic, Zhi Xin still wished to lend a hand, hoping to see whether he could reach the summit and bring vitality back to this corrupted world.

After tidying up, Zhi Xin gazed at the scrolls on the table.

Song Lin had mentioned these were the Heavenly Books, seven volumes in total, which might benefit him.

Zhi Xin casually picked one up. There was no chance it could help with his current situation.

He understood his circumstances all too well—a few rare spells wouldn’t make a difference.

"Hmm?"

Upon flipping open the Heavenly Book, its very first line left him astounded.

"Yuann Tiangang... who on earth is this sage?"

Zhi Xin’s expression grew solemn, his full attention diving into the text. The more he read, the more astonished he became.

This person’s mastery of Divination was extremely profound.

While his methods might be lacking, the theoretical insights far surpassed Zhi Xin’s.

This reminded Zhi Xin of when Song Lin recently deciphered the Dragon Slaying Array.

The intricacies of the array bore a striking resemblance to Yuann Tiangang’s philosophical principles.

Even more noteworthy, the seven Heavenly Books were heavily steeped in heaven-defying fate-altering ideology.

They even provided feasible plans and theoretical guidance.

In this, Zhi Xin recognized the most familiar traces of transformative energy.

Did this person actually present a method?

However, the method was purely theoretical and procedural, with no mention of practical application.

This notion left Zhi Xin profoundly perplexed.

Clearly, this individual possessed extraordinary understanding but lacked effective means, like a dragon trapped in a shallow stream, brimming with talent yet unable to express it.

"Could it be that he developed this magic skill while confined in the Void Realm?"

Yuann Tiangang’s theories were esoteric, incomprehensible to Song Lin.

Yet Zhi Xin not only understood them but could infer the author’s surrounding environment.

To Zhi Xin, it seemed Yuann Tiangang must have been trapped in some harsh setting.

That severe circumstance prevented his escape, prompting him to research life-changing skills.

Those skills subtly aligned with Zhi Xin’s pursuit of variable energy, significantly enhancing the theoretical framework.

"Heaven bless me! Heaven bless me!"

Zhi Xin cried out joyfully.

Heaven does not close all paths; unexpectedly, he had encountered a breakthrough opportunity here.

At this thought, Zhi Xin dispatched a message to the Taoist School to announce his retreat.

He didn’t delve into the origins of Song Lin’s Heavenly Books—his personality was not inclined to pursue such matters thoroughly.

Elsewhere, Song Lin was flying toward the Taoist Temple.

While flying, he released Guu Yuchan and others.

"Temple master!"

"Has Fire Cloud died?"

The two spoke urgently upon appearing.

"He escaped," Song Lin replied. "Enough talk of this; return to the Taoist Temple to provide support."

"Yes!"

Along the way, Song Lin idly took out the pitch-black sphere from the Dragon Mansion Jade Gourd.

The sphere was irregularly shaped and resembled a lumpy tumor on a tree root, containing surging energy within.

Song Lin grasped the black sphere, feeling the intense and vigorous energy inside.

His Heart God gradually probed deeper into the sphere.

He seemed to sense the densely tangled roots and let his mind follow them upward until suddenly encountering a world of eight colors.

"Eight Sceneries Void Realm?"

Suddenly, a force from the void exerted suction, as if trying to pull his body into the realm.

Shocked, Song Lin broke off the connection, drenched in cold sweat.

"What is this...?"

Could this item be the key to returning to that world?

If that were the case, he would have made quite a profit.

It was known that the Eight Sceneries World contained Xuanying Qi, similar in rarity and potency to Phoenix Blood Mother Qi.

Possessing this treasure meant he could enter that world whenever he desired to absorb Xuanying Qi, swiftly advancing his sword refining and alchemy goals.

Initially estimated to require decades to enter late-stage Core Formation, with this key, the timeline could be shortened by two to three years.

Within those three years, Song Lin would undoubtedly reach late-stage Core Formation.

With that, one of his four major goals could be achieved.

Before he realized it, Song Lin had arrived at Xuanke Temple.

From afar, he saw the shattered mountain gate and the ground strewn with corpses.

Among them were members of Mei Mountain Jungle, other Taoist Temples, and a small number of Xuanke Temple Taoists.

Three Taoists stood out conspicuously—Song Lin focused his gaze and recognized them as the Three Capitals!

"What happened?"

The Three Capitals were all dead—how did things escalate so drastically? This would be difficult to resolve.

Back when Chi Hai died, Fire Cloud had spent countless resources to quell the matter.

Now, with the deaths of the Three Capitals, Song Lin foresaw an even greater storm.

At that moment, scarlet fiery clouds appeared above Xuanke Temple.

Fire Cloud?

That man had come after all.

Before falling unconscious, Song Lin had witnessed his miserable state—not only had the Fire Palace been destroyed, but the escaping True Body and Soul had suffered catastrophic explosive damage.

Flames rained down upon Xuanke Temple’s center.

Behind the flames, three of the Five Masters had survived, and they led a group of Taoists, including Song Lin’s old acquaintance, Hua Qing.

Beneath Xuanke Temple...

Song Lin peered intently, spotting the elite forces of Shi Yinhua and other Taoist Temples.

"Command!"

Song Lin flung the jade gourd.

From the gourd’s opening flew three True Dragons.

The Chi Dragon exhaled frost, enveloping the air in icy crystals, extending from Song Lin’s location to above Xuanke Temple, halting the raging flames.

Meanwhile, mountain peaks and toxic vapors surged toward Fire Cloud and his followers.

Song Lin’s figure flashed, transforming into sword light and slicing through the boundless flames.

"Temple master!"

The crowd cheered excitedly.

Only Shi Yinhua remained kneeling, his head lowered, lost in thought.

As Song Lin entered the flames, the Yin Yang Transformation Wheel rose, extinguishing the fire and revealing a red-haired, red-browed Taoist.

The Taoist’s complexion was pallid, with cracks spreading across the skin exposed outside his Taoist robe.

The wheel hovered above Fire Cloud’s head; with just a thought from Song Lin, Fire Cloud would be obliterated.

Seeing their leader subdued, the others from the jungle swiftly discarded their weapons and surrendered.

Song Lin gestured for Fire Cloud to descend.

Fire Cloud sneered as he descended, gazing at the Yin Yang Transformation Wheel above his head:

"You should be grateful I’m injured. Otherwise, you’d be the one dead now."

"Still spouting nonsense at death’s door," Song Lin retorted mockingly.

"Do you dare kill me?" Fire Cloud countered calmly.

Ignoring him, Song Lin strode directly toward Shi Yinhua.

Shi Yinhua showed a complex expression, holding a lifeless little fox in his arms.

Nearby lay a pile of fox corpses, among which Song Lin even spotted Chaozhen’s remains.

Eight elite Taoists stood behind Shi Yinhua in silence.

"Temple master... he..."

Wang Ziyue explained the situation in detail.

Raging upon discovering the gruesome scene, Shi Yinhua had killed the Three Capitals upon returning to the temple.

Later, Fire Cloud arrived at Xuanke Temple, leading to the unfolding events Song Lin had witnessed firsthand.

"My condolences," Song Lin said, patting Shi Yinhua’s shoulder.

Shi Yinhua snapped out of his daze, his voice hoarse: "Temple Master... I’m fine..."

He couldn’t describe his feelings. From a young age, he had never known warmth—this was his first time experiencing the loss of loved ones.

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The Taoist Temple suffered a tremendous loss; he hadn’t expected the hidden forces to be this formidable.

Turning away, Song Lin fixed his gaze on Fire Cloud.

"Heh, do you feel it?"

Fire Cloud suddenly looked into the distance.

Several ominous clouds were approaching.

"Tianjie Master and Yunzhou Society Commandery are coming," Fire Cloud said, breathing a sigh of relief, his confidence restored. "Slaying the Three Capitals and rebelling—this crime alone suffices for your death, doesn’t it?"

"Of course, since you’ve just emerged from the Secret Realm, this wouldn’t count as a major offense. I’ll give you one last chance—release me and hand over the culprits, and you may earn some redemption. These five people..."

Shi Yinhua, Wang Ziyue, the Five Ghosts, Mu Ke, Lin Qing...

Each of the five was a high-ranking member of the alliance.

"Surrender them! Surrender them!"

As Taoist figures from the Mei Mountain Jungle and other temples shouted in unison, the atmosphere grew tense as senior members from the Taoist School approached in the distance.

In this moment, all eyes locked onto Song Lin.

The five individuals seemed to resolve themselves internally, stepping forward.

"One should take responsibility for their actions—it was all orchestrated by me, Wang Ziyue. Direct your wrath toward me!"

Fire Cloud couldn’t hide the smile creeping across his lips.

After today, this alliance would be no more.

Then, Song Lin raised his hand to stop everyone, staring coldly at Fire Cloud with his fury blazing internally.

Time and time again, endlessly pressing forward, employing vile schemes and filthy tactics.

This place, these people—utterly detestable.

Song Lin scanned the surroundings, taking in their hideous expressions, unable to suppress the violent desire to kill them all.

One day, he vowed, he would rid the world of every one of them.

This time, Song Lin chose not to consider the so-called greater good.

"You think you’ve won? No. I’ll slaughter you and everyone like you without hesitation!"

Boom!

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