Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 80 Yuan Shi Heavenly King, 3 Mao Heavenly Court!

Chapter 80: Chapter 80 Yuan Shi Heavenly King, 3 Mao Heavenly Court!

The Ice Valley wasn’t just cold—the cold could be managed by wearing thicker clothing.

But the climate inside was bizarre: no matter how thick your clothing, the heat in your body would continue to drain away, eventually reducing you to an ice sculpture.

Only fire-proof clothing made from the bark of the Fire Tree could ward off the cold.

Ordinary people would take a detour of 200 extra li; for merchants, time was money, so they often chose the shortcut through the valley.

Beside Song Lin stood an old man, driving a carriage draped in a fiery red linen cloak.

"Thank you, elder." Song Lin thought for a moment, then urged his horse to follow alongside the carriage.

"No need to thank me, it’s just a small favor. This was at the behest of a noble person."

The old man tossed over a cloak and laughed, "The noble person is resting inside; let’s keep our voices down."

"Alright."

Song Lin smiled oddly and followed the carriage into the valley.

What lay ahead was a world of ice and snow, littered with countless human-shaped ice sculptures—presumably people who had frozen to death in the valley.

The valley wasn’t large, spanning only about one or two li.

In addition to their carriage, there were over a dozen merchant caravans. Everyone wore heavy fire-proof cloaks.

Inside the carriage were three young people, two women and one man; their strikingly similar appearances suggested they were siblings.

The eldest sister’s gaze seemed to penetrate the carriage, fixating on Song Lin outside.

Judging by the mark on her forehead, she was likely a cultivator as well.

"Sister Yu, why did you help that stranger?" the youngest sibling asked in confusion.

"He’s a cultivator, but his level of cultivation is unclear. Judging by his age, he shouldn’t be very strong."

"A cultivator?" The other two were startled.

Sister Yu chuckled, "Don’t worry, he’s not an enemy. He’s right next to our carriage; when the enemy arrives, we’ll use him to take the blow."

"Haha, Sister Yu, you’re brilliant!"

The three were loose cultivators from the Zhang Family, residing on a mountain nearby. Recently, they had been pursued relentlessly by an enemy, forcing them to flee to this area.

Now that their enemies refused to relent, they had mixed in with the merchant caravans to avoid detection.

Disciple Zhang Zhen cradled a bronze box, three feet in size, its surface corroded with patches of rust, exuding a deep and ancient aura.

This was a family heirloom of the Zhang Family—and the very reason their enemies pursued them.

"If we hand this over to the Merlin Jungle, will they really help us?" Zhang Zhen asked hesitantly.

"That’s what our ancestors instructed. There’s tremendous fortune inside. If we encounter danger, we can hand it over to a high-ranking member of Mei Mountain Jungle—they’ll intervene on our behalf."

"Fortune? Can’t we unlock it ourselves?"

Speaking of fortune, the siblings’ eyes lit up.

"No, it’s beyond us—we’re not worthy."

As Zhang Yu stared at the bronze box, a flash of trepidation flickered in her eyes—it appeared she had once entertained such thoughts before.

"Listen: if the enemy proves overwhelming, we’ll open the box directly and take them down with us!"

"Understood!"

The carriage continued moving.

After passing through the Ice Valley, it entered a dense forest.

Suddenly, a fierce Yin Wind blew through, rustling the leaves that fell like rain.

"Haha, let’s see how far you can run!!"

A dark, demonic cloud swept across the skies, blotting out the sun. The once-clear sky turned dim and foreboding.

Shadows engulfed everyone, and the merchant horses, sensing danger, neighed and bolted in panic, creating absolute chaos.

"They’re here again!" Zhang Zhen exclaimed in shock.

In the sky, a colossal figure appeared, speeding toward them at an incredible rate.

It was ten zhang tall and humanoid in shape.

Its face was human-like, but its beak was bird-like, and crimson feathers, hard as iron, covered its body.

It had no legs—only razor-sharp bird talons. Instead of arms, flaming red wings extended from its sides.

Its venomous green pupils fixed upon the group, and the hook-like tip of its beak gleamed coldly.

The curtain of the carriage was suddenly flung aside, revealing an elegant face that shouted out toward the carriage’s exterior, "Taoist, save us!!"

"Third Uncle, drive!"

As she spoke, the mark on her forehead glowed, forming a condensed Fireball aimed squarely at Song Lin behind them.

"Huh..."

Zhang Yu froze abruptly; there was nothing left but a lone white horse—the man had disappeared entirely.

They had intended to attack him first and use the distraction to escape—but how had he disappeared so quickly?

"What’s gotten into you?"

By now, the monster hovered directly above, its beak letting out guttural sounds.

Its fiery wings flapped once.

Whoosh!

Countless eight-foot-long crimson feathers fell like spears, covering an area of two hundred zhang.

Anything beneath was cut into neat segments.

Trees turned into tidy square blocks; human forms were split into pieces.

The old man driving the carriage snarled as blood surged from his eyes. His body expanded tenfold, physically blocking the onslaught of red feathers.

"Third Uncle!!"

The three siblings screamed in anguish.

Not far away, Song Lin observed from a safe distance.

"You wanted to trick me?" Song Lin chuckled. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Having survived countless trials over hundreds of years, he could never be so easily fooled, especially not by cultivators. The Taiyin Golden Pupil had long seen through their ploy.

Standing beside Song Lin was a woman in red, holding a crimson umbrella.

Underneath the umbrella, the two were effectively invisible.

This woman, called Little Qing, had her techniques for dispelling resentful energy perfected by Lady Luo, which Song Lin had applied to the umbrella.

The crimson umbrella was comparable to a top-grade Magical Artifact, its cloaking ability surpassing even the Invisibility Technique.

Song Lin watched the battle unfold in silence.

The monster in mid-air didn’t look like a regular demon; could it be a Taoist from True Demon Temple?

Half-human, half-demon—only they could exhibit such traits.

And its power wasn’t weak; its cultivation level likely reached the Divine Establishment Period. Meanwhile, the Qi Refinement cultivators below were no match for it.

"What kind of treasure could provoke a Divine Establishment cultivator to take action?"

Song Lin deliberated briefly, choosing to wait for a potential opportunity.

Within mere moments, two of the siblings were slain.

"I refuse to let you have your way, even in death!!"

Gritting her teeth, Zhang Yu flung the bronze box open.

Boom!!

A streak of purple light shot toward the heavens.

At the core of the purple light was an ancient Jade Talisman, palm-sized and unadorned.

Engraved on the talisman was an ancient mountain, surrounded by countless celestial beings.

Purple ripples swept outward, instantly reducing Zhang Yu to ash.

The monster cried out in terror before similarly disintegrating.

"What?" Song Lin was stunned and quickly fled at full speed.

"How can a mere Qi Refinement cultivator possess something so powerful?"

Whoosh!

The purple ripple moved with incredible speed, enveloping Song Lin immediately.

Song Lin felt as though he were trapped inside a furnace, burning from the inside out, his very being on the verge of combustion.

"Hmm?"

The sensation lasted only a second before disappearing.

Opening his eyes, Song Lin saw the purple light dissipate, and the Jade Talisman hovering before him.

Lightly tapping it, his vision shifted to a new scene.

Towering mountains, endless streams of immortal energy, layers upon layers of palaces.

In the void above sat heavenly deities so immense their height was incalculable, and their brilliance too blinding to behold.

Their heads were as vast as the Five Mountains, their eyes the sun and moon; their faces were unclear, yet they were flanked by three identical-looking deities.

"Yuan Shi Heavenly King, Sanmao Heavenly Court!"

The words echoed in Song Lin’s mind.

His perspective shifted once more, finding himself in a grand hall.

Scattered across the seats were three to five figures dressed bizarrely, their faces obscured by masks.

"No need to be concerned. This is merely a Divine Thought Illusion; we lack the ability to pull your True Body here, haha."