Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 83: The Imperial Jade Seal, Donghua Great God

Chapter 83: Chapter 83: The Imperial Jade Seal, Donghua Great God

At the end of the ninth year of the Altar Temple:

Wus Youxu visited King Ann Liu and obtained ten thousand Water Snake Soldiers and twenty thousand Iron Cavalry troops.

These forces headed toward Chen Yixin’s territory under the guise of suppressing bandits.

Wus Youxu, a descendant of the Holy Tang Wu family, had received Immortal Technique in his youth. At fourteen, he set up a street stall to divine fortunes, later became a Prince during Emperor Wu Zetian’s reign, and finally resigned his post to travel the world toward Wu Zetian’s twilight years.

Looking at his life, disasters always seemed to lag just one step behind him.

In truth, he had captured the essence of Heavenly Mechanism. Similarly, he had to perform acts that aligned with Heavenly Mechanism in order to achieve eternal life. Using his centuries-old connection with King Ann, he successfully borrowed troops.

"East Mountain Temple Lord? Intriguing! Just wait until I capture you alive and see what Heaven-defying Fate tricks you dare try."

At the beginning of the tenth year of the Altar Temple:

The grand army marched into East Mountain County, pillaging and slaughtering as they advanced, but encountered fierce resistance upon attacking the county seat.

Five thousand East Mountain soldiers clashed with thirty thousand invaders.

Outside East Mountain County:

Boom!

The sound of hooves thundered like a storm.

A regiment of troops arrived in front of a village.

"Men! Attack!! The Grand Advisor commanded—these villagers are Evil God believers. Slaughter them at will!!"

"Yes, sir!"

A hundred soldiers surged into the village, only to collide with villagers blocking the path.

At the forefront stood two young men, their expressions resolute and unyielding as they stared back fearlessly.

"Kill!"

The captain hesitated momentarily but then charged without hesitation.

Suddenly, the two young men at the forefront spat clear water toward them.

Whoosh!!

The water transformed into flames, igniting three zhang-long Fire Snakes that devoured the front-line soldiers.

"Water Army?"

The battalion leader exclaimed in shock.

But it wasn’t over yet. The two young men performed intricate hand gestures, chanting incantations under their breath:

"Forge paths over mountains, construct bridges over waters, devour livelihoods, annihilate ghosts, summon Taoist Soldiers to my altar! By decree!"

As a spray of dharma water erupted:

A hazy veil of shadowy mist emerged, within which hundreds of ferocious Rampant Soldiers materialized.

The Rampant Soldiers overwhelmed the chaotic troops.

A blood-soaked skirmish erupted, but ultimately, the troops succumbed to the ghosts and gods’ Divine Skills.

Suddenly, the skies shifted radically, and torrential rain descended—above the storm clouds appeared humanoid figures with venomous snake heads.

These beings, halfway between humans and demons, were none other than the infamous Water Snake Soldiers, cloud-riding and exhaling Heavenly Snake Evil Qi capable of corroding bones and ensnaring souls.

Before his death, the battalion leader shouted in delirium, "Ha-ha, reinforcements have arrived! I’ve been waiting for you... er..."

Before finishing, the Rampant Soldiers launched another wave against the Water Snake Army above.

The battalion leader was slashed to death amidst the chaos, while the villagers continually clasped hands in thanks: "We are grateful to you, Little Wen and Little Wu."

"Think nothing of it; it’s but a small effort."

These Little Wen and Little Wu were closely linked to Song Lin, as they were the children of his sister Sixth Sister, endowed with talent from a young age, now capable of commanding two hundred Rampant Soldiers.

Not only here—the other scattered troops encountered challenges as the stationed Water Army and Rampant Soldiers inflicted hardship upon King Ann Liu’s forces and his temple priests.

The tide of battle turned around, and the East Mountain Army even counterattacked to seize control of the county seat.

Above the sky, golden light suddenly burst forth magnificently.

Amidst the clouds, there materialized a towering dharma image twenty zhang tall, inverted and imposing.

Within the Yin Soil, a Cassia tree radiating Taiyin Moonlight stood resplendently.

Several injured ghosts and gods were healing beneath the tree.

Song Lin stood to one side, a Soldier Formation Map displaying the positions of ten thousand troops levitating before him.

"Right rear flank in the Central Army, adjust the Rampant Soldiers’ spear tips three inches to the left."

Song Lin managed minutiae from afar.

Of course, micro-adjustments like these were just out of amusement—they wouldn’t affect the greater battlefield.

Holding four trustworthy generals under his command, Song Lin needed only to relay battlefield intelligence to them.

The generals included White Ape Yuann Hong, Water Buffalo Jin Dasheng, Hound Dai Li, and Wild Boar Zhu Zizhen, among others.

"Xi Fang, secure other territories, and while you’re at it, seize Jiao State."

Besides Jing State, Chen Xiong’s territory spanned parts of Jiao State and Yuzhou, boasting a population of over ten million—which elevated King Ann Liu to reach the Capital Position tier within the underworld.

By annexing these regions and dismantling King Ann Liu’s temple, his rank could fall to School Position. Meanwhile, Song Lin could ascend to School Position by surpassing the million-population threshold himself.

With this balance shift, success in their grand endeavor was assured.

Song Lin had fully deciphered the world’s operational ’system.’

In simplest terms: launch wars!!

Ten thousand Water Snake Soldiers were annihilated by ten thousand Rampant Soldiers, casualties numbering less than twenty thousand collectively.

"Surrender!!"

In that instant, a colossal white jade duster swept down to strike a temple.

The duster spanned ten zhang in length, imbued with monumental force.

"So, a mere cultivator!"

Song Lin smirked disdainfully, deploying the towering Flipping Altar Dharma Body, which measured ten zhang high.

Hands pressed to the ground, feet bracing the heavens, his entire form radiated a faint white glaze.

In that moment, everyone’s attention was fixed on this ethereal figure.

Boom!

The duster failed to pierce the dharma body and was kicked aside effortlessly.

A mirror suspended in the void fired beams of golden light.

Boom!

The earth split open under the golden light, producing a disheveled white-haired elder and two lifeless children’s corpses.

Before the elder could flee, he was instantly drawn into the Yin Soil by a mysterious force.

Wus Youxu gazed at Song Lin beneath the Cassia tree in horror: "Who are you? Why do you have no preordained fate?"

Song Lin did not respond but gestured for Xi Fang and others to bind him.

"My Lord, there is a Jade Seal!"

Suddenly, Xi Fang stepped forward, presenting a Jade Seal—its edges chipped, inset with gold, featuring bold characters inscribed in its center: ’Heaven Mandated, Eternal Prosperity.’

"Hmm? The Imperial Jade Seal?"

As the Jade Seal rested in his hand, Song Lin’s mind erupted with booming waves of antique energy sweeping over:

[Silver-haired Loyalty, Lingering Dreams in Xiang Reverberate Across Shenzhou]

[World]: Temple Emperor

[Thirty-Six Heavens]: Spiritual Illusion Realm

[Time Flow Speed]: One-to-six-month ratio.

[Manifestation]: Spirit

[Classifications]: Lingnan Myths, Sanxiang Myths, Middle Ages Myth, folklore.

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

[Karma Effect Cycle]: Thirty percent.

Karma surged from 0.5 to thirty percent instantly.

"Impossible!!" Wus Youxu exclaimed upon seeing the Jade Seal seized. "This belongs to Xiang’s family! You lack the fate to wield Divine Artifacts!"

He had originally intended to offer the Seal to the Xiang family.

"Utter nonsense. Xi Fang, send him to the Monitoring Altar brethren for some practice."

Song Lin rolled his eyes, despising those obsessed with fate.

"Understood!"

Soon after, the blood-soaked, near-dead Wus Youxu was brought back.

"My Lord, he confessed everything."

Xi Fang laid bare his origins entirely.

"An Immortal?" Song Lin chuckled softly.

This world existed within the Spiritual Illusion Realm, which prioritized gods above immortals.

This so-called Immortal was nothing more than someone at the Qi Refinement realm, incomparable to true divinities.

Though one’s essence blood determined the strength of the world, the Spiritual Illusion Realm was uniquely difficult to define.

After all, this was the realm where menstrual pads could destroy Lord Lao Zi’s Magic Treasures, glutinous rice could blind divinities, and black dog blood could vanquish anything. Even East Mountain’s Water Army feared such artifacts to some extent.

"You mentioned the world splitting into two factions. What if I sought three—or even unification? What’s the key to uniting the world?"

"Dream on!" Wus Youxu cursed angrily, steadfastly believing in his calculations.

No dynasty had ever risen twice, and that precedent was enough to deter ambitious heroes.

"Men, prepare more diversions."

Wus Youxu was dragged away, only to be hauled back once more shortly afterward.

Looking upon the fractured and defanged True Immortal:

Song Lin shook his head and replied, "Fate isn’t immutable—it’s already changed. Before coming here, did you foresee being battered to this state by me?"

Wus Youxu stammered uncertainly before eventually uttering: "To secure the realm, one must obtain both Dragon and Phoenix Hatchlings."

He then divulged their location.

But even knowing their whereabouts, what difference could it make? Dragons were individuals who could discern crucial matters; anyone perceptive enough could see the Chen Dynasty’s impending downfall—who would willingly go down with it?

"Excellent, immediately send Chen Yixin to find them, and ensure the external battle intensifies. The fiercer it grows, the more participants join."

Soon, Chen Yixin’s sincere approach persuaded the Dragon, who ultimately joined his ranks.

Wus Youxu, imprisoned within Yin Soil, was utterly stunned.

"Why? Why? He shouldn’t be able to decode fate."

Wus Youxu’s worldview collapsed—heroes throughout the realm could discern matters clearly, but why couldn’t the Dragon?

"Ha-ha! You keep chanting about Heavenly Fate yet ignore human resolve. Can a man’s ambitions and aspirations truly be erased by fate?"

"To dare act against all odds, charging forward despite overwhelming adversity—what could be more heroic?"

The East Mountain Army made no moves until it erupted triumphantly; with the Dragon’s aid, they conquered half of Jing State.

The East Mountain Temple Lord title faded, replaced instead by the name Donghua Great God of the East Mountain Sect, inspiring awe through his mastery of manipulating moonlight, hence the moniker ’Donghua.’

At the end of the tenth year of the Altar Temple:

King of Wei’s army moved south, Xiang family’s ambitions locked onto Jing State.

Chen Xiong died of illness, Ann Liu fled in defeat—all family burdens dissolved.

Wus Youxu could never have imagined that his seemingly minor action would ignite chaos across the realm.

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