Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 59 Demon Slave White Wolf King, The God of Black Heaven

Chapter 59: Chapter 59 Demon Slave White Wolf King, The God of Black Heaven

The Taoist Temple, originally a solemn and austere place, now exuded an extremely eerie and terrifying atmosphere.

The temple doors were wide open, revealing an interior with a dharma altar and a bubbling blood pool.

Scattered across the floor were mutilated bodies and the corpses of black dogs.

A Taoist stood before the blood pool, occasionally tossing in a pill.

On the other side, an elderly man with snow-white hair guarded the flames of a pill furnace.

Upon seeing his personal guards approach, the Taoist glanced up and said, "Put the items in the cage over there."

Nearby, there were rows of large iron cages, filled with Xiongnu captives barely clinging to life.

The captives cried for help upon seeing people approach.

No one paid them any attention; soon, they were dragged away, placed on a platform, and beheaded. Their heads were replaced with those of dogs.

Song Lin never regarded these barbarians as humans. Rather than letting Dou Xian slaughter them indiscriminately, he figured they could at least serve his research into Dog-headed Taoist Soldiers.

He had spent three years in the Mortal World, equivalent to just three days in the Real World.

During these three years, Song Lin discovered something fascinating.

By adding a touch of Taiyin Moonlight True Qi, the success rate of forging Taoist Soldiers greatly increased, and their lifespan extended to three years.

BOOM!

As he spoke, the blood pool suddenly exploded.

A Dog-headed Taoist emerged from it.

"Greetings, Dharma Master!"

"What kind of abilities do you have? Show me."

The Dog-headed Taoist immediately dove underground, unleashing bursts of pitch-black Yin Fire, Yin Wind, and toxic water from the earth.

Like a ghostly figure, it appeared in unexpected places time and again.

"Not bad." Song Lin was quite satisfied; it was slightly stronger than a Rampant Soldier.

Moreover, this Dog-headed Taoist bore the Taiyin Refining Technique on its body, theoretically granting it a lifespan of sixty years, followed by another sixty years of slumber.

After three years of effort, he had successfully crafted the Dog-headed Taoist Soldier.

Having mastered the Taiyin Moonlight Technique, further refinements became significantly easier.

Seventeenth year of Taixu Bright Mirror, year 202 in the Mortal World.

Ten years passed.

One, two, three... ten.

Ten Qi Refinement-level Dog-headed Taoist Soldiers, each equivalent to a Primordial Realm master.

These ten soldiers alone nearly exhausted the resources of the Eastern Han.

With Song Lin’s interference, the Han Army’s objective shifted from seeking victory to enacting total genocide, prolonging the war for decades.

History no longer followed its original course.

According to history, Dou Xian should have been "executed" by Emperor Hee of Han years ago. However, to sustain the war and trace the whereabouts of Exotic Treasures, he remained active.

"This won’t do. The progress must be expedited," Song Lin thought to himself. He had been in an unnamed mountain in the Northern Desert for over a decade.

The Taoist Soldiers and Rampant Soldiers awaited orders, everything prepared, yet the wizards remained elusive, and the treasure’s location was still unknown.

He had wasted more than 200 days in this world.

The Northern Desert indeed had its fair share of demons, many of whom he had slain over the years, but their masterminds were still nowhere to be found.

The remaining five wizards had seemingly vanished.

Meanwhile, the Real World seemed to be undergoing peculiar changes. The temple master of Xuanke Temple was gravely injured, and Ziyuan appeared to harbor ulterior motives, clearly planning something major.

Xuanke Temple was about to face an unprecedented storm.

Song Lin had to swiftly resolve the karma of this realm and obtain one of its powers.

Both the laurel tree capable of endlessly generating Taiyin Moonlight and the legendary undying medicine were treasures capable of rapidly enhancing his strength.

With this in mind, Song Lin summoned Ju Wuba and the others.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

The doors swung open on their own, admitting three men.

One was massive, towering at a height of one zhang. Another was clad in armor, radiating an imposing aura. The last was a middle-aged man in a yellow Taoist robe.

The three were Ju Wuba, Dou Xian, and Zhang Fuheng.

"The enemy is confirmed to be with the Xiongnu?"

"Yes. An alchemist once ventured into the Hanhai region and observed every household worshipping shamans and venerating unnamed heavenly gods. Out of the Xiongnu’s ten Ten Thousand Captains, eight are Yakshas," Zhang Fuheng reported.

After decades of effort, the Twenty-four Commanderies had infiltrated virtually every corner of the Han Dynasty, amassing millions of members.

"Good. Gather all forces tomorrow and engage the Xiongnu in a decisive battle."

"Tomorrow?"

"There’s no time to waste—tomorrow!"

In the first year of Yuanxing, Great General Dou Xian led an army of 300,000 into the Great Desert, advancing a thousand miles to Jiluo Mountain to face the Xiongnu in the final battle.

According to the historian’s records: "A thousand-mile blood cloud pierced the heavens, the skies obscured by mist and storm, and the ghosts and gods’ weapons and armor blotted out the sun."

The Xiongnu Chanyu was the White Wolf King, capable of devouring the sun and moon, impervious to even massive armies.

Suddenly, the skies darkened, and a moon appeared during the day. The Taiyin God, crimson-haired with ghostly eyes, descended cradling the moon; behind him was the Nine-headed Lion Beast known as the Kai Ming Beast, as well as treasures such as the Queen Mother White Ring, the silkworm hook, and the thousand-catty Jade Ruyi.

Following him were ten Dog-headed Generals and 120 Ghost Soldiers.

The battle between both sides darkened the heavens and obscured the sun and moon.

Ultimately, the White Wolf was injured and fled, and the Xiongnu suffered a devastating defeat.

Dou Xian’s triumphant forces returned, inscribing their achievements onto the Yanran Inscription on the way back to the court, immortalizing the feat in history.

The official records omitted the supernatural and fantastical aspects, which only appeared in Taoist historical accounts.

These tales were a mix of truth and fiction.

And deeper secrets remained unrecorded.

Kunlun Mountain.

Amid the vast glaciers, a group journeyed through towering ice formations.

It comprised Song Lin, Ju Wuba, Zhang Fuheng, and numerous Taoist Soldiers and Rampant Soldiers.

To their surprise, the Xiongnu king was a Wolf Demon—and a rather powerful one, equivalent to Qi Refining Perfection.

Song Lin expended considerable effort to defeat him.

After observing the White Wolf King’s movements from the moon, he followed his traces to Kunlun Mountain.

His sight fell upon this location, but a misty black fog blocked further observation, concealing the specifics.

He speculated that the wizards might be hiding here.

It was unexpected yet fitting that everything would eventually lead back to Kunlun Mountain.

ROAR!!

Ahead, the towering three-zhang White Wolf, bloodied and battered, now stood at the edge of a cliff, howling at the heavens.

In an instant, the skies shifted, darkening as if drenched in ink.

"Great Black Heavenly God, save me!!" the White Wolf bellowed in human speech.

SWISH!

The next second, Song Lin closed the distance and decapitated the wolf with a single sword strike.

"How dare you!! You dare slay my demon slave?!"

Under the shadowy overcast, bolts of jet-black lightning descended.

They rained down with fury, exploding all around.

The Rampant Soldiers ascended to the sky, using their bodies to shield against the descending bolts.

"Follow me!"

Five Exotic Treasures flew out from above Song Lin’s head. Among them, the Queen Mother White Ring transformed into the Nine-headed Lion Beast, the Kai Ming Beast.

The Kai Ming Beast, with its nine heads, was said to dwell east of Kunlun Mountain, gazing solemnly in all directions, permitting no living being to enter Kunlun.

At the sight of the black clouds above, the central human head of the Kai Ming Beast lit up with divine expression and roared, dispersing the clouds.

Behind the black clouds, the sky appeared crystalline, sealing within it a three-zhang-tall corpse.

The corpse was as pale as ice, with white hair, crimson brows, sharp fangs, and tightly shut eyes.

Surrounding the corpse were eight Exotic Treasures: the Thunder God Stone Axe, a verdant gem, the jade chicken... The remaining treasures were astonishingly concentrated on a single being!

SWOOSH!

The corpse’s eyes snapped open, revealing square pupils as it exclaimed in shock, "Great Witch!!"

As the corpse’s astonishment rang out, the earth began to quake.

"The Underground Master?"

The entity before them, shockingly, had attained the level of the Underground Master! A realm once thought beyond even the likes of Huan Yuan.

This realm signified eternal life and transcendant guardianship, akin to the Ghost Mountain Gods who safeguarded specific domains.

The two wasted no words and engaged in battle almost simultaneously.

Their Spells unleashed in full force!

Above, the sky tore as a mass of black clouds clashed with the moonlight.

It was as though a black sun and a bright moon converged, illuminating the heavens in chaotic brilliance.

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