Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 42: The Desecration of the Queen Mother of the West’s Worship, The Incident at Weiyang Palace (Please Follow)

Chapter 42: Chapter 42: The Desecration of the Queen Mother of the West’s Worship, The Incident at Weiyang Palace (Please Follow)

Name: Song Lin

Type: Moon Cultivator

Realm: Inspiration Period (Meditation)

Taoist Realm: One Year

Divine Skill: Taiyin Golden Pupil.

The Taiyin Golden Pupil is an innate divine ability. By harnessing the power of Taiyin, it can see through all illusions and realities, perceiving celestial phenomena.

This ability is unique to Moon Cultivators, who can observe everything through moonlight.

As for the Inspiration Realm... could it be this world’s method of realm division?

But Song Lin uses cultivation techniques from the Real World. Previously, it was the Karma Illusion Body, and the realms and spells could be directly applied.

Could it be that cultivating anew would mean the realm is divided according to the laws of this world?

The Great Witch placed his index finger on Song Lin’s forehead. In that instant, he read Song Lin’s divine skill as well.

"Taiyin Golden Pupil, illuminating all realms? Not bad, not bad. Jiaoyue, take Lin to a separate cocoon chamber—he will be the Young Witch Master from now on. For his meals, do not use fallen laurel leaves; pick fresh ones directly from the mother tree."

The Great Witch secretly decided to nurture Song Lin as his successor.

To awaken a divine skill at such a young age meant he had boundless potential ahead.

Sixty percent of Moon Cultivators could not awaken a divine skill even in their entire lives.

However, due to the bath of Moonlight Power, they had physiques ten times that of ordinary humans, with lifespans reaching 365 years.

In mortal time, this equates to nearly four thousand years.

Thirty percent of Moon Cultivators could only awaken one divine skill, while the remaining ten percent could awaken two or more.

The Great Witch had three divine skills himself.

"Yes, Great Witch!" Jiaoyue, whose white hair and ethereal appearance resembled an immortal, carried the baby-sized Song Lin to a private room.

A skylight pierced through the ceiling of the mortal realm, allowing silk-like moonlight to pour into the entire room.

Due to differences in physique, Moon Cultivators had no aging or illnesses. Their looks remained as they were in their youth, and they grew at different rates compared to humans.

Thus, a three-year-old Moon Cultivator resembled a mere infant and was not allowed to leave the Nourishing Life Hall before that age.

After three years, their growth speed would vary depending on their individual constitutions.

"Young Witch Master, time to eat!" A little girl with large, sparkling eyes playfully waved a leaf in front of Song Lin.

With an expressionless face, Song Lin opened his mouth. For some reason, Jiaoyue felt like the child was rolling his eyes.

This time, the energy in the laurel water was even richer.

Unconsciously, a year passed (equivalent to 12 days in the Real World).

The Taixu Bright Mirror, outside the Nourishing Life Hall.

The soil on the ground had the texture of crushed jade, and the stones radiated the smooth glow of Hetian jade. The clear water streams glimmered faintly.

The starry sky above was vividly visible, dominated by a vast cerulean star filling most of the heavens.

This was the Human World.

In this wondrous locale lay the Taixu Bright Mirror, known in the Mortal World as the "Golden Wheel," "Silver Disc," "Jade Mirror," or simply the "Moon."

Amid a dense forest of laurels stood a pavilion.

Song Lin, around eight years old, with bright red lips, pearly white teeth, and a crescent moon mark on his forehead, sat there staring blankly toward the Human World.

Jiaoyue, the petite and adorable maidservant behind him, rested her face on her hands, staring listlessly at the Young Witch Master.

Jiaoyue was somewhat worried about the Young Witch Master’s state of mind. He seemed excessively composed, doing nothing but sleeping or daydreaming all day.

When she sought advice from the Great Witch, he said it was fine and that an innate true spirit differing from ordinary beings was perfectly normal.

In fact, Song Lin had been deep in thought.

The mediums through which Moon Cultivators transmitted knowledge were more advanced than those of humans. As they grew, corresponding knowledge would naturally appear in their minds. The nearby Scripture Palace even stored knowledge inscribed on laurel leaves.

"It’s a pity there are no Taoist Skills," Song Lin thought to himself. Perhaps due to their innate ability to cultivate, they looked down on other methods of cultivation.

Song Lin had reached the late stage of Meditation (Inspiration Period), and even now, he was unable to summon items from the Real World.

Perhaps, by reaching the fetal breath stage, he could connect to reality.

Reincarnation truly was a troublesome process, he mused.

Even now, he was still uncertain about the crux of karma in this world.

With that thought, Song Lin continued to stare blankly, his pitch-black pupils fading into a light cyan hue.

His gaze pierced through the clouds and the Nine Heavens Gang Wind Layer, focusing on the Mortal World.

The Taiyin Golden Pupil swept in all directions.

Night fell over Chang’an City.

"Everyone fall back! Defy this order, and you will be executed!"

A Great Han General stood atop the city walls, flanked by soldiers radiating menacing evil qi. Archers stood ready, their bows drawn taut and aiming at the crowd below.

The masses under the city walls appeared deranged, holding bizarre portraits of a disheveled woman with leopard tails and tiger-like fangs. Some clutched sprigs of grain or hemp stalks, shouting the name of the Queen Mother of the West.

Not only outside the city but within, residents had succumbed to similar hysteria.

Some people raised torches high, chanting the name of the Queen Mother of the West and praying for the descent of undying medicine.

The flames soared into the sky, weaving through creeping mists of shadow.

The atmosphere was a volatile mix of fanatic fervor and deep-seated dread—yes, dread.

This chaotic event lacked a clear leader, having originated in the surrounding commanderies and spreading like wildfire. Initially, panicked individuals ran around with hemp stalks, gifting them to anyone they met. They claimed these were Imperial Decree Tokens that, when carried to Chang’an, would grant the holder access to worship the Queen Mother of the West.

More and more people joined the ranks of the zealous procession. Whether royalty, merchants, or commoners, this mania spanned over twenty commanderies, gathering millions in the capital.

Within the city, towering dharma altars were erected by the citizens.

Without an explicit imperial decree, the Imperial Army could only manage the disorder.

Even these battle-hardened soldiers could not shake the creeping fear within. Some even abandoned their posts, holding hemp stalks and joining the chaos.

No matter how loudly the Great Han General roared, no one was willing to listen.

"The heavens are about to change!" The Great Han General murmured to himself.

The Han Dynasty had no official state god, worshiping instead natural forces, celestial divinities, and regional spirits. There was no concept of a supreme deity.

Within Weiyang Palace.

The twenty-year-old Emperor Liu Xin, later known as Emperor Ai of Han, summoned the Ritual Officer and Chief Historian late into the night.

The court was consumed in heated debate.

Alchemists petitioned the Emperor, urging him to designate the Queen Mother of the West as the national patron deity.

"Your Majesty, the Queen Mother of the West is an ancient deity. The Emperor of Zhou, the King of Chu, Emperor Shi, and even our own Emperor Wu once met with her. Why not use this opportunity to establish her as the empire’s protector?"

"Impossible!" The Chief Historian stepped forward and angrily rebuked, "This goes against all precedents, Your Majesty! In my opinion, these deceivers should be executed to quell public hysteria!"

The Ritual Officer chimed in:

"The Classic of Mountains and Seas states: ’The Queen Mother of the West has a leopard tail, tiger fangs, is skillful in howling, and wears unkempt hair adorned with a victory headdress.’ This deity is clearly a malevolent god. Could the nation truly worship an evil being?"

"Nonsense!" the alchemists retorted angrily. "The five destructive elements refer to stellar phenomena. This indicates that the Queen Mother of the West is a deity forewarning calamity. Now that she has appeared, it must be a divine warning from the heavens!"

"Your Majesty! These are the words of charlatans attempting to mislead the nation."

"Your Majesty, our words are true!"

The arguments ricocheted without resolution.

Liu Xin massaged his temples. When faced with matters of state, he leaned toward the advice of the Chief Historian.

Thus, Liu Xin decreed: "Send orders to the three armies and every commandery across the nation: destroy the Queen Mother of the West’s altars, execute the leaders, and display their heads as a warning. Ban the worship of evil spirits."

With the Emperor’s command, the alchemists were dragged away and beaten to death, and the Imperial Army unleashed carnage.

On this day, the streets of Chang’an ran red with blood, steeped in gore and slaughter.

The *Han Shu · Ai Emperor’s Records* stated: "In the fourth year of Jianping, spring, a great drought occurred. Citizens east of the pass carried tokens of the Queen Mother of the West, traveling across commanderies to gather in the capital. There, they constructed altars for worship. Some, by night, brought flames onto rooftops, beating drums and shouting, spreading terror."

The moon above was stained a deep crimson by the rising blood mists.

This celestial anomaly only reinforced Liu Xin’s belief that the Queen Mother of the West was an evil spirit, a grim portent sent by the heavens as a warning.

From his private residence in Chang’an, Wang Mang—the former Grand Commandant stripped of his office—watched the slaughter in the streets and the blood moon in the sky. A sinister smile graced his lips.

High above the Taixu Bright Mirror, Song Lin did not expect to witness such a dramatic scene.

Meanwhile, the blood moon incident stirred a massive uproar across the Taixu Bright Mirror.

In this moment, the Taixu Bright Mirror began to undergo a profound transformation.

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