Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 61: Firepower Suppression, An Unfair Battle!

Chapter 61: Chapter 61: Firepower Suppression, An Unfair Battle!

Inside the Spirit Hall, Ziyuan Taoist unfurled a yellow parchment before him and began to inscribe a Summoning Talisman with cinnabar.

"Rampant Soldiers, obey the command! Soldiers within the courtyard, Rampant Soldiers of twenty-five routes spanning east, west, south, north, and center. Five Demons of raw and cold essence, disheveled Five Demons, mountain-roaming hunter Five Demons, soul-collecting prohibitor Five Demons... Tens of thousands of Heroic Armies, countless Heroic Generals, summoned to come when called! Divine Weapons, swift as decree!"

He wrote down the number of soldiers and the Chiliarch’s title, noting Song Lin’s rank as Ten Thousand Captains, followed by a parenthesis: temporary.

Once everything was done, Ziyuan stamped his Dharma Seal onto the parchment and handed it to Song Lin.

"Alright, tomorrow you shall recite the Summoning Mantra, and you will be able to call forth ten thousand Rampant Soldiers."

"Thank you, Taoist."

"Hmm, go now," Ziyuan continued, "Oh, by the way, remember—your command is temporary, and you can only summon them once. At most, they can remain for five hours. Never attempt a second summoning."

This was a temporary authorization from Ziyuan, granting only a single opportunity.

The first summoning makes one a commander; attempting a second summons might unleash a foe instead.

"Understood."

Song Lin returned and hurriedly entered the Moon Cultivation World.

The 24th year of the Taixu Bright Mirror era and the 287th year in the Mortal World.

With the interference of the Door of Wonders ceased, the Eastern Han Dynasty had reached its twilight.

The Yellow Turban Army of the Peace Dao swept across the land, heralding what seemed to be the dawn of regime change.

Song Lin, standing on the moon, gazed down at everything below using his Taiyin Golden Pupil.

Meanwhile, Taoists of the Door of Wonders surrounded a massive tripod, forging Moon Bricks one after another.

A hundred years had passed in the Mortal World, while less than ten years elapsed up above, and nearly everyone remained alive.

Then, Song Lin spotted a flash of crimson light below. Without delay, he descended to the Mortal World.

Julu.

The Yellow Turban Army’s headquarters, where Great Virtuous Master Zhang Jiao was conducting a heaven-calling ritual.

Swoosh!

A beam of moonlight descended before the crowd.

Upon seeing Song Lin, everyone fell to their knees, chanting the Grandmaster’s title aloud.

"What’s the situation?" Song Lin turned toward Zhang Jiao.

This man was the reincarnation of Zhang Fuheng in his second life, who had used the Taiyin Refining Technique to mend injuries and smuggle himself through time to arrive here.

"The barbarians are expected to march south within days, likely by mid-next month."

"How did you arrive at this calculation?"

"I studied the records and uncovered that mid-next month marks the legendary Seven Stars in a Row..."

"I see. Very well, follow me up to heaven later; leave the remaining forces here to deal with the barbarians."

Song Lin understood that the final showdown was imminent.

Seven Stars in a Row, Heavenly Dog Eating the Moon.

The demons of the Demon Country would ascend the moon.

Both parties would deploy their utmost strength, each confident in defeating the other.

"Agreed!"

Song Lin gathered ritual materials, and together they ascended to the Taixu Bright Mirror.

Less than ten days remained until Seven Stars in a Row.

Song Lin instructed his disciples to prepare the dharma altar.

A hundred-meter radius was draped in yellow cloth. Instead of using wooden tables, they sculpted a nine-foot-high, five-foot-wide altar from red clay, bearing nine levels of steps.

Afterward, he donned a green Taoist robe and undertook purification rites until the opening of the altar.

Ten days later.

Nighttime.

The sky stretched endlessly, and the bright moon stood suspended.

Since morning, people across the realm had seen Seven Stars align in a straight line.

"Southward!"

"Slaughter the Han people!"

"Great Black Sky bless us!"

On this day, a million barbarians surged southward, leaving the earth awash with blood.

A desperate ten thousand Han soldiers held their ground, barely hanging on, when the Yellow Turban Army’s million-strong reinforcements arrived.

In the heavens, darkness began to devour the moon.

An immense, boundless shadow swept toward the lunar surface.

Within the blackness were three thousand Yakshas and tens of thousands of ghosts.

At its nucleus stood a towering three-meter giant with white hair and crimson brows.

At present, he was encased in the Crystal Mountain.

As the Underground Master, his domain tethered him; the hundred-meter expanse of Crystal Mountain served as his territory.

Thus, he devised this method of mobility, waiting for the Seven Stars in a Row and Heavenly Dog Eating the Moon, when the world’s yin energy surged. Then, demons and demonic qi would lift the mountain entirely.

Observing the devastation below, Great Black Sky curled his lips in a small smile.

"It’s over."

After millennia, today he would finally gain the undying medicine.

As for the Taixu Bright Mirror’s ragtag gathering of amateurs, he dismissed them outright.

He had already figured out how to counter the Xuanhuang Talisman, allowing him to use Exotic Treasures freely, stripping away the Great Witch’s advantage entirely.

Soon, they descended upon the moon.

"Soldiers, attack!!!"

Tens of thousands of evil ghosts stormed toward the central dharma altar and the hundreds defending it.

The sky turned pitch-black, dyed by demonic qi.

"Haha, Moon Cultivation Great Witch, I have returned!!" roared Great Black Sky, letting his Exotic Treasures radiate dazzling light.

The jade chicken stood three meters tall, spitting out strange flames; the emerald gem released poisonous smoke, the Thunder God Stone Axe discharged lightning, and the Ruyi Treasure Pearl emitted searing crimson beams...

Great Black Sky brimmed with confidence.

The sheer number of demons alone could drown their foes.

Just then, a Yin Wind swept through.

A formation of ghosts and gods appeared at the forefront of the army,

Each ghost clad in armor, their ranks orderly; unkempt hair, blue-faced with grotesque fangs, led by three-meter-tall Ghost Generals at the helm.

Forest-like flags stretched toward the sky as bloodlust soared to the heavens.

"Attack!!"

The Rampant Soldiers advanced with precision, piercing the demon ranks like daggers.

Despite their numbers, the demons faced an organized force, akin to vagabonds confronting a disciplined army. Even a million demons couldn’t break the opposing lines.

In an instant, they were annihilated completely.

Countless demons were obliterated, their souls scattered.

Great Black Sky launched his assault, only for ten Chiliarchs to collectively throw yellow triangular Command Flags to block it.

"Impossible!!"

Great Black Sky’s disbelief was palpable; the loss was too abrupt.

What were these ghosts and gods, and why were they so formidable?

The demons crumbled upon contact! This wasn’t fair!!

Great Black Sky’s gaze settled on Song Lin in the center of the dharma altar, his eyes suddenly gleaming.

Take the king, and the troops will fall!!

Boom!

The Crystal Mountain, carrying eight Exotic Treasures, hurtled downward.

Hundreds of Rampant Soldiers perished, and the Command Flag Array of the Chiliarchs shattered, exposing the perimeter.

The Crystal Mountain crashed toward Song Lin, accompanied by dazzling, multicolored spells.

At that moment, Song Lin remained seated cross-legged before the dharma altar, eyes closed in meditative thought. The altar bore talismanic certificates in offering.

His Heart God soared afar, envisioning boundless green voids in the east. A golden glimmer in his dantian stretched from within to without, illuminating All Heavens and the Myriads of Worlds, both Netherworld and Heavenly Realm alike.

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"Die!"

The Crystal Mountain was about to crush Song Lin into pulp.

Suddenly, Song Lin’s eyes snapped open, bursting forth with golden light as he smirked, saying: "You think you’re strong?"

Swoosh!

The talisman floated up, and several large characters materialized in the void: Secondary Ninth Rank North First Official Qi Eater Collector.

At the sight of those words, Great Black Sky was paralyzed, akin to a subordinate encountering a superior, trembling uncontrollably. Even his spells froze mid-air.

"What sorcery is this?"

Inside the Crystal Mountain, fear and fury gripped Great Black Sky as he stared at the seemingly weaker figure before him, unable to comprehend how this youth wielded so many mystical arts.

"Haha, I’m a Secondary Ninth Rank Immortal Official. You’re merely an unranked loose entity. If you were a Ghost King, I wouldn’t stand a chance. Pity you’re just the Underground Master," Song Lin teased.

The talismanic rank was indeed effective against semi-institutional Underground Masters like him.

"You..."

Before he could finish, thousands of Rampant Soldiers surged forward.

Weapons shattered the Crystal Mountain as Rampant Soldiers swarmed over Great Black Sky’s corpse, their sinister smiles revealing sharp teeth that tore into his remains.

"Ah, it’s not fair, not fair! Repeat! Repeat!"

Great Black Sky’s eyes bulged as incoherent cries of terror and resentment echoed before he faded into oblivion.

Watching the ghostly Rampant Soldiers and Ghost Generals flooding the battlefield, Song Lin couldn’t help but feel awestruck.

"Command an army of millions, ghosts and gods at your whim, banners stretching forest-wide, war flames rising everywhere. With laughter, enemy fleets disintegrate into ash."

Boundless swarms and indiscriminate firepower—this was the romance of warriors.

He resolved to master such strength!

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