Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 90 Finally Becomes Emperor of Underworld, Karma EffectCompletion (Seeking First Subscription)

Chapter 90: Chapter 90 Finally Becomes Emperor of Underworld, Karma EffectCompletion (Seeking First Subscription)

The Eight Formation Map rotated as it crushed inward like a python tightening around its prey.

This formation, created by Mr. Wulong, was named the Wind Queen’s Eight Formation Diagram. It was mysterious and ever-changing, reversing front and back, advancing without haste and retreating without rush. Its unpredictability left even ghosts and gods baffled, its transformations boundless.

The current formation was a variant of the Wind Queen’s Eight Formation Diagram, called the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation. Once an enemy was trapped within, they would be worn down until death.

Of course, this formation was highly complex and could not be controlled without the Soldier Formation Map.

Within the great formation, the Heavenly Sect Leader’s hundred-foot dharma body appeared utterly helpless, as the formation ground away his power like a waterwheel.

"Die!!" The Heavenly Sect Leader roared, brandishing the Blood Transformation Divine Sword and slashing downward.

A hundred-foot beam of blood-red light illuminated a hundred li in every direction.

Over ten thousand Rampant Soldiers were obliterated into ash.

Yet, the effort was in vain.

The rotating formation quickly filled the gap that had been created.

"Essence of heaven, power of earth, strike by the Duke of Thunder, restrain by the Mother of Lightning! Summon the star constellations, unite divine and demonic virtues, command ten thousand ghosts to gather before my altar. Divine Weapon, act urgently as decreed!!"

Boom!

The Heavenly Sect Leader spat out a mouthful of black mist.

The black mist divided into countless parts, transforming into ghostly green skulls.

The skulls rushed into the ranks of Rampant Soldiers, initially devouring many of them. Yet, these too were soon ground down by the relentless formation.

Not far away, Song Lin surveyed the lights on the Soldier Formation Map. The white lights dominated, and the red dots vanished rapidly.

The Erlang God had already severed the Thunder King within the formation; the tide of battle was clear.

This time, Song Lin was not focused on micro-management but instead relied purely on strategy.

The ability to maneuver a million soldiers as if they were an extension of one’s own body was terrifying—something even the greatest generals in history had never achieved. Song Lin accomplished it with the Eight Formation Map.

In this world, bringing together the Eight Formation Map and Water Technique Refining Soldiers into the Real World could revolutionize the path of refining soldiers.

This time, Song Lin did not plan to share it with anyone. He would reveal it only when he was capable of earning widespread renown.

Becoming a Heavenly Master required profound accomplishments in Taoist Skills.

This was a rigid prerequisite; even if one attained the necessary levels in cultivation, it was nearly impossible to achieve the title of Heavenly Master without significant contributions to Taoist practices.

Song Lin snapped back to reality to find that the Heavenly Sect Leader’s hundred-foot dharma body had shrunk by half, and of the 1.6 million Rampant Soldiers, five to six hundred thousand had perished.

As time passed, the Heavenly Sect Leader grew weaker, and Song Lin realized the moment to end the battle would soon arrive.

"Arrgh!! You beast! Die!"

The Heavenly Sect Leader’s eyes shot forth beams of blood-red light. He spat out spiraling blood light, carving open a bloody path ahead.

Within the scarlet glow, a faintly discernible set of polished armor could be seen, conical in shape, spinning furiously.

In that instant, Song Lin fully understood.

The Heavenly Sect Leader’s true form was a pangolin.

This was the Heavenly Armor, capable of piercing anything. Wherever it appeared, bloodshed was guaranteed, and it claimed the heads of all who stood against it.

"Not good!" A profound sense of danger surged through Song Lin’s heart.

The Heavenly Armor shot forward at an unimaginable speed, appearing at Song Lin’s side in less than a heartbeat.

Yet as it neared, it abruptly halted.

Confronted by a peculiar upside-down statue of a deity, the Heavenly Armor hesitated, unable to discern which side was its top.

A once-comical inverted statue had now become the key to victory.

Delayed for just a moment, by the time the Heavenly Armor recovered, Song Lin had already pulled far away.

"Everyone, attack together!"

Song Lin’s command rang out as everyone turned their weapons on the Heavenly Sect Leader.

The Erlang God, Seven Saints, and other deities overwhelmed the Heavenly Sect Leader’s dharma body.

"Ah! I am filled with regret!!"

The Heavenly Sect Leader cried skyward in despair. With the final opportunity slipping away, he was powerless to recover and was devoured by Song Lin in a single gulp.

Song Lin comprehended divine spells such as the Sky-piercing Technique, Nine Nether Ghost Head Skill, and Five Thunders Palm.

"Victory!"

"We have won!"

"For the rightful cause!"

"Prime Minister, we have prevailed!"

Even Emperor Chen Yixin could not suppress a cheer at this moment.

Beside him, a valiant man in feathered fans and silk robes waved his fan a few times. Though his expression remained composed, his eyes betrayed boundless joy.

As vast as the heavens, they have not forsaken me!

The twentieth year of the Temple Era.

All under heaven was unified, with the capital established at Luoyang.

The twenty-first year of the Temple Era.

The Western Region and Tubo were reclaimed.

The twenty-second year of the Temple Era.

Chen Yixin passed away, posthumously titled Zhaolie. His soul returned to the Yin Soil.

Under his reign, the faith encompassed over a hundred million believers.

The grand temple at Luoyang.

Today, it suddenly radiated golden light that illuminated a thousand li.

A sense of sanctity and solemnity rose unbidden in the hearts of people.

Within the Yin Soil, Song Lin’s body was resurrected, shining with golden light and brilliance. A mark resembling an Other Shore Flower adorned his forehead.

"Pay respects to the Emperor of the Underworld!"

The gods knelt, among them the three brothers of Chen Yixin.

Xi Fang was deeply moved, the scene before him like a dream.

Who could have imagined that his journey to a small village would lead him to such an incredible opportunity?

"Rise!"

Song Lin was filled with heroic fervor.

Even in a virtual world, wasn’t virtual strength a form of strength as well?

After all, the feeling was exhilarating.

The Temple Emperor Seal underwent changes, the specifics of which Song Lin decided to study later back home.

Karma had risen to 99%, leaving Song Lin aware of one remaining task.

With this thought, Song Lin took out the Jade Seal and instructed Xi Fang to spread yellow paper on which he began to write:

"I bestow upon the Erlang God the title of Emperor of Sichuan, Chen Yixin the title of Emperor of National Guardian... Seven Saints Yuann Hong the title of Demon Suppressing General, Erlang’s Infantry as the Mountain Guard Army, and Rampant Soldiers as the National Defense Army..."

Decree after decree was issued.

Surrounding the Jade Seal, the Three-eyed Divine Beings appeared with the Seven Saints, followed by Erlang’s Infantry and Water Snake Soldiers, as well as Rampant Soldiers waging war across the world.

This was the final transformation of the Jade Seal.

Refining soldiers became simpler, as the seal portrayed images of Rampant Soldiers and generals. By channeling True Qi, they could be summoned.

The number summoned was unclear but seemed dependent on one’s cultivation level.

"The Erlang God should surpass Ziyuan’s Evil Ghost General in power."

Though this was a virtual world and an imitation of Li Erlang, it was still Erlang God. How could it be compared to a mere Ghost General?

As the gods were bestowed their titles, karma achieved completeness, and Song Lin’s form grew faint.

The Erlang God and the others watched Song Lin in astonishment, unsure of what was occurring.

"Do not panic. I am ascending to the Upper Realm to become Emperor Donghua. Erlang God, I leave the Mortal World in your hands!"

"I, your subject, obey!"

In the admiring gazes of the assembly, Song Lin slowly disappeared.

The "Post Chen Book: Temple Emperor Chronicles" recorded: The Donghua God was born in the East, the land where the sun rises and all life prospers. He descended as Wulang, unified the underworld, ended the chaos, pacified the people, and fortified the nation. He became the orthodox ruler of all ghosts and gods under heaven, known to the people as the Temple Emperor.

And thus, the legend came to an end.

...

In the Real World, fewer than four days remained before Ziyuan launched its attack.

The Monster Chronicles flipped open, revealing information about this realm.

[Name]: Song Lin, Donghua Great God, Temple Emperor.

...

Without hesitation, Song Lin directly exchanged for the Temple Emperor Seal.

The Jade Seal lay quietly in his palm, its divine light radiating, with the figures of Erlang God and the Seven Saints vivid and lifelike.

"No more three million Rampant Soldiers?"

As expected, if three million Rampant Soldiers had also been brought into this world, it would have been far too extraordinary.

Supporting three million Rampant Soldiers would require a force of at least tens of millions, which Song Lin’s current body could not handle.

"Fewer than four days remain."

Afterward, Song Lin secluded himself to consolidate his gains from this realm and refine the Temple Emperor Seal.