Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 63: Died a Natural Death at the Age of 18

Chapter 63: Chapter 63: Died a Natural Death at the Age of 18

This question was far too profound, so Song Lin automatically skipped over it.

He activated the Taiyin Golden Pupil, and his pupils turned a light cyan color.

Everything around him became crystal clear, including the omnipresent Heaven and Earth Essence Qi and the yin energy emanating from the Soldier and Horse Altar not far away.

By borrowing moonlight, Song Lin could see much farther. Though it couldn’t match the world-illuminating power of the Taixu Bright Mirror, it far surpassed the Bat Night Brightness Skill.

The Taiyin Golden Pupil had completely edged out the Bat Night Brightness Skill, leaving no space for that flawed technique.

Next, Song Lin tested the Taiyin Soul-Falling Barrier and the Moonlight Glaze Body.

Both were incredibly powerful Divine Skills.

Song Lin organized all the techniques of this world, integrating the Water and Fire Transformation Technique, Heavenly Lady City Breaking Skill, Grain Stripping Technique, and Invisibility Concealing Technique into the "Moon Cultivation Skill." As for the three Divine Skills, they were consolidated into the blessings under the Moon Cultivation Great Witch.

The upper limit of this story’s world was restricted by the essence blood of his body, so it wouldn’t reach incomprehensible levels.

Over the years, Song Lin hadn’t failed to discover additional techniques, but most were either unsuitable for him or overlapped with the ones he already knew.

Once everything was more or less sorted out, Song Lin entered a deeper state of seated meditation.

At his current stage, he scarcely needed to sleep; meditating for just one hour was equivalent to an entire night’s rest.

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As the sun rose, morning mist gradually dispersed.

In the rock-garden pavilion nestled in the rear courtyard, Song Lin leisurely gazed at the carp swimming in the lake while savoring sweet Osmanthus cakes.

Not far away, the faint sounds of tenants working, the crowing of roosters, and the barking of farm dogs could be heard.

A paper figure held a broom, sweeping up fallen leaves in rhythmic strokes.

"Ah... how wonderful," Song Lin sighed contentedly.

To own his own estate and live life at such a relaxed pace—he could never have experienced this type of life when he was a Taoist disciple.

Housekeeper Liu had repeatedly recommended letting the children of nearby farming families serve as servants, but Song Lin had denied him every time.

He didn’t like outsiders. Even though the Taoist Temple had Secret Techniques to ensure servants would obey, there was always the risk of a slip-up.

Flap! Flap!

A thousand paper cranes folded from a yellow talisman came fluttering in from the distance, landing in front of Song Lin.

"Hmm?"

Song Lin grabbed the thousand paper cranes and unfolded them, revealing a blood-red Dutian Great Master Seal stamped on the paper along with a line of text below.

"Flood Control Grand Ceremony? All Taoists required to attend?"

The Grand Ceremony was unlike an ordinary Mystical Sect Task, which could be conducted by just one or a few people. A Grand Ceremony was a large-scale event, one that involved all Taoists.

This gave Song Lin a sense of unease.

Grand Ceremonies were not like the mere rituals performed on Earth; most of them required the use of force, especially with the temple master’s Dharma Seal affixed to the call.

Clearly, this was a major event that hadn’t occurred in decades.

At this thought, Song Lin decided to visit Ziyuan to learn more about the situation.

However, before that...

Song Lin took out the Rampant Soldier Tiger Talisman.

Whoosh!

He soared beyond the city outskirts, arriving in the midst of the mountains.

"Heed the Taoist Soldiers and obey the altar’s command!" Song Lin performed the Sword Technique Gesture, chanting the Chang Curse.

Whoosh!

Yin winds howled, and the cries of ghosts and gods echoed sharply.

Countless, jet-black Rampant Soldier Command Flags stretched endlessly into the distance.

"Salute the Great General!"

Ten Rampant Soldier Chiliarchs cupped their fists in greeting.

"At ease. All of you, search the mountain."

A mighty force of ten thousand Rampant Soldiers surged forward, blanketing the mountains and launching their search.

Reality and this story-world were reflections of one another; real-world objects could project themselves into the story-world for use without disrupting reality.

Song Lin often consumed pills in the story-world, then replicated the process in reality.

Using the Rampant Soldiers now did not count as a second use.

Song Lin was audacious, deliberately exaggerating his actions to ensure everyone knew he was searching the mountain.

In the distance, a dark ominous cloud floated closer, and a Taoist dressed in black robes led two squads of Rampant Soldiers—one black and one white.

This was a Patrol Taoist.

The Taoist asked a question, and upon learning these were Ghost Soldiers belonging to Taoist Ziyuan, didn’t inquire further. He promptly withdrew with his men.

Hovering in the air, Song Lin continued commanding the Rampant Soldiers to scour the area.

Wherever they went, whether it was wandering spirits or ferocious mutant beasts, everything became white skeletons left in their wake.

During this period, Song Lin acquired quite a number of medicinal herbs and minerals.

Some medicine-gathering boys even looked up at him with envy in their eyes.

It must be said—the Rampant Soldier Techniques of Xuanke Temple completely eclipsed other temples in terms of sheer spectacle, regardless of actual power.

"If Taoist Ziyuan has tens of thousands of Rampant Soldiers, then Master Jiuyou must command no fewer than a hundred thousand."

The Rampant Soldiers were ageless. As long as offerings persisted, their numbers would grow.

With centuries of foundation, it wasn’t an exaggeration to suggest they could number in the millions.

This isn’t farfetched—according to mythology, those Heavenly Venerate True Monarchs could summon a million trillion Heavenly Army with a single wave of their hand.

After completing a round of sweeping searches, he had significant gains, including materials equivalent to around a dozen Taoist Merits.

After enduring for nearly five hours, Song Lin made his way back home.

...

North Manor Spirit Hall.

"What? No results?"

In the eerie grand hall, twenty Dog-headed Taoists stood behind Taoist Ziyuan.

"Alas, nothing at all. I must have been deceived."

"Hahaha, you’re too young to keep your cool. News from the Ghost Market is always a mix of truth and falsehood. Where would you find so many opportunities?"

Taoist Ziyuan tossed a Mica Pill to him while offhandedly instructing, "The Flood Control Grand Ceremony will take place mid-next month. You’d best prepare in advance."

"What exactly is the Flood Control Grand Ceremony?"

"It’s basically a fight, preceded by a meeting. A group of demons will land in Shanyin County in the coming days, and their numbers are considerable. Even the temple master will intervene. Keep in mind—spells don’t discriminate; be cautious."

"The temple master will act personally?"

The temple master was a Core Formation expert, so if he acted, it’d certainly be dangerous.

"Will you also participate, Taoist?"

"Of course, I must take action," Ziyuan said with a sinister smile that Song Lin didn’t notice. "You should go back for now; I still have troops to train."

"Very well, I’ll take my leave."

...

Earth Dragon Manor, Practice Chamber.

The chamber was pitch-black, with not a shred of daylight. Only Song Lin’s eyes glimmered faintly in the darkness.

"There’s no time to waste—time to open another world."

The Moon Cultivation Skill had reached a satisfactory stage, and there was no advancement path left for Moon Cultivation Divine Power aside from mastery through practice.

For Song Lin, practice was the least of his concerns. In the Moon Cultivation World, he had dedicated two hundred years to this.

Now, at this critical moment, it was vital to explore battle-strengthening techniques quickly. If nothing suitable surfaced, his focus would remain on reality while leaving the story-world running in the background.

The last world opened had been during the late-stage Fetal Breathing phase.

Now, in the Qi Refinement Realm, the world level was expected to be slightly higher.

With this in mind, Song Lin opened his palm, squeezing out a drop of essence blood.

The essence blood transformed into runes.

Four large characters emerged in the void: Temple Emperor.

[White-haired and devoted, lost in the reverie of Shenzhou]

[World]: Temple Emperor

[Thirty-Six Heavens]: Spiritual Illusion Realm

[Time Flow Speed]: One to six months.

[Descent]: Spirit

[Category]: Lingnan Myth, Sanxiang Myth, Middle Ages Myth, folklore.

[System]: folklore Divine System, Panhu Divine System.

[Karma Effect Cycle]: None.

Whoosh!

Song Lin opened his eyes and found his form translucent, suspended in the void. Below him lay a corpse, identical to his own.

"Fifth Brother! Fifth Brother! Don’t die on me!"

A young girl held his corpse, sobbing in anguish.

So, the story begins with death?

Only eighteen years old—and the character had already met his end.

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