Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 299 - 270, The Nine Yin Formless Tribulation Fire Divine Demon, Is My Sword Sharp?

Chapter 299: Chapter 270, The Nine Yin Formless Tribulation Fire Divine Demon, Is My Sword Sharp?

Mount Tai.

A hundred thousand troops had earlier constructed Five-Colored Soil Dharma Altars on various small hills within a radius of hundreds of miles.

Due to the urgency, many unimportant details were omitted, leaving only two essential rituals.

At the southern base of the mountain, a Round Mound Sacrificial Altar was set up, and at the mountaintop, a Dengfeng Platform was erected.

These correspond to Houtu and the Heavenly Emperor respectively.

Song Lin donned the dragon robe, while Mr. Zhuge, serving as the Sacrificial Wine officiant, recited the prayers.

"The Emperor ascends his station, establishing just laws and governing principles. For five years, the dominion has been united, and all pledge allegiance. He personally travels to distant lands to connect with the common people, ascending this Mount Tai, surveying the East Pole..."

These prayers would later be inscribed on a stele to inspire reverence in future generations.

The imperial carriage soon arrived at the mountaintop Dengfeng Platform.

Beside the tablet of the Heavenly Emperor was the name of Mount Tai Lady.

This ritual to honor the heavens centered on Mount Tai Lady.

Song Lin closed his eyes and rested, listening to the resounding prayers around him, as the fragrance of sandalwood lingered at his nose.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, his pupils ashen white.

Using the Qi Observation Technique, he gazed into the sky.

High in the heavens, a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon hovered.

The Five-Clawed Golden Dragon’s head was raised proudly upward, a sign of the empire’s thriving vitality.

In the case of a declining empire, the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon would appear dispirited and feeble.

As the final prayer concluded,

Roar!!

The Five-Clawed Golden Dragon suddenly materialized. All living beings who witnessed this moment saw brilliant golden light illuminating the Ten Directions World.

Boom! Boom!

Mount Tai, which had not witnessed such a Heaven-Sealing Ritual for centuries, was awakened this day. The entire mountain shook violently.

The tablets at the Five-Colored Ascension Platform began to glow faintly, especially that of Mount Tai Lady.

"Audacious!"

At that moment, the clear sky abruptly turned into night.

"Black clouds covering the heavens! This isn’t good—it’s the Black Mountain Demon!!"

Elder Xinn exclaimed in shock!

A radius of eight hundred miles was plunged into darkness, a feat only the Black Mountain Demon could achieve.

A colossal figure appeared in the sky.

It stood a thousand feet tall, its body as massive as a mountain range.

Atop its head were twisted, coiling black horns, its face obscured by a black iron skull mask, and its body cloaked in a vast black robe. Beneath the robe bulged countless eerie, moving shapes.

Severed human heads shot out from the robe, spewing ghostly green flames, their fiendish laughter resonating through the air.

Song Lin flung a gourd upward, and in a flash of white light—

The hundred thousand troops were drawn into the World in the Pot.

All that remained were the Earth Immortals and the Divine Dragon.

With the arrival of the Black Night Domain, Song Lin noticed the mortals below had seemingly fallen prey to an Illusion Technique, so he swiftly stored them away.

Countless severed heads spewed Taiyin Fire, swarming towards him.

This Taiyin Fire, forged from the toxic flames of the earth over ten thousand years, not only consumed physical bodies but also incinerated Mana and the Primordial Spirit.

Meanwhile, the ground split open, revealing an array of tombstones.

These tombstones rose into the air, each bearing the weight of a mountain. If one came crashing down, it would unquestionably shatter anything in its path.

Lu Bowen and a pair of foxes, one old and one young, appeared by Song Lin’s side.

The Kui Dragon moved massive boulders to form walls to shield against the tombstones, the Chi Dragon spat out its breath, and the Coiled Dragon coiled tightly.

The collective effort finally mitigated part of the onslaught.

As the world continued to decay, the safe zone grew increasingly smaller.

Xinn the Fourteenth Lady was about to take action, but Song Lin stopped her.

"No need; someone will deal with it!"

Song Lin smiled faintly.

Roar!

The Five-Clawed Golden Dragon finally merged into the summit of Mount Tai.

Boom!

The Five-Colored Ascension Platform exploded.

A beam of golden light shot straight toward the pitch-black sky.

The golden light was so dazzling that it forced all onlookers to shut their eyes. Wherever the light reached, the ghastly heads disintegrated to ashes.

When the golden light faded, nine enormous figures emerged across the heavens.

Each of these figures was also a thousand feet tall, with ferocious green faces and sharp fangs, their skin a smooth, lacquered crimson. Their bodies exuded a strange, feminine elegance, as though wearing ceremonial paint upon their faces.

The leader was clad in golden armor, with a red cape swirling around its form. Fiery red flames and crimson thunderbolt energy shrouded its being, radiating an aura of destruction.

The remaining nine figures were its polar opposite.

Clad in silver armor with silver capes, they were surrounded by Yin Fire and Yin Thunder.

These were the Nine Yin Faceless Tribulation Fire Demons.

As excess Yin gives rise to Yang, a single Yang Demon was born among them.

The Yang Demon at the center was solid, with the other nine figures mere phantoms.

"Mount Tai Woman! I shall kill you once more!"

Boom!

The Black Mountain Demon clashed with Mount Tai Lady.

Song Lin’s eyes narrowed.

This Netherworld Demon was indeed formidable.

The Netherworld Demon, at the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top level, equated to a Purple Mansion Peak Immortal.

From the display of power, it seemed stronger than most beings in the Real World.

At that moment, countless streaks of tunneling light descended from the horizon.

Among them were the Seven Great Earth Immortals of the Righteous Path, the Ten Great Yin Marshals of the Netherworld, and Independent Immortals of the Taizhen Sect like Zhenxing, as well as the three Supreme Elders of Emei Mountain.

In addition to these powerful figures, there were also over a thousand disciples and followers. Their tunneling lights filled the sky, resembling stars scattered across the heavens.

The leader of the group was Chenhua.

Once an ordinary-looking individual, donning the Sect Leader robes transformed his bearing into one of austere solemnity.

"Song Lin! Your wicked deeds and countless acts of harm—will you not surrender yourself this instant?!"

"We, of the Righteous Path, shall slay this demon today and restore righteous order under the heavens!"

"Righteous Path? Do you dare call yourselves the Righteous Path?"

Song Lin swept a glance around, his gaze lingering on their shiny, bald foreheads.

Excluding Chenhua and the various Supreme Elders, the remaining individuals all sported the same pigtail hairstyle.

Song Lin chuckled mockingly and said, "Just look at yourselves. Do the ancestral portraits in your family shrines depict you like this? When you descend to the Netherworld upon death, will your ancestors even recognize you?"

"Righteous Path, you say? Where were you when the Barbarians were slaughtering our people?"

"Enough nonsense!" someone shouted angrily.

Song Lin’s tirade had left them ashamed beyond words.

"Too much talk? What, no Jianghu honor anymore, now it’s all-at-once?" Song Lin taunted with a smirk.

"Enough idle chatter... uh..."

Chenhua was about to speak but froze mid-sentence.

What else could he say when Song Lin had already said it all?

"All together now!"

Boom!

Countless sword lights rained down.

A glimmer of amusement flickered in Song Lin’s eyes.

Crash!

The Eight Sceneries Divine Sword rose, standing skyward.

The heavens were divided into eight regions.

Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter; Wind, Flower, Snow, Moon.

The shifting of seasons triggered a transformation of the Heavenly Phenomenon.

And with a decisive twist, the killing intent surged.

The final move of the Heavenly Escape Sword Technique!

No Thoughts in the Mortal World, Ending the Wars of Heaven and Earth.

Tens of thousands of radiant beams, dazzling and brilliant, spanned over three hundred miles.

The Heavenly Phenomena transformed the attack into a massive, nearly indiscriminate sweep over the entire region.

The space was inundated with ten thousand multi-colored Sword Qi.

Even those fighting nearby—the Black Mountain Demon and Mount Tai Lady—were startled.

"Such a powerful sword technique!"

Mount Tai Lady marveled in secret.

If matched against Song Lin herself, her chances of triumph wouldn’t be much higher.

Crash! Crush! Crash!

Sword light struck wildly!

"Form the array!!"

Chenhua roared, dividing Taiqing Divine Flame to form a hundred-foot Sword Curtain.

The multi-colored Sword Qi fell upon the Sword Curtain, resembling pebbles cast into a pond, causing ripples to spread in its wake.

Chenhua inwardly marveled with astonishment—he had not expected Song Lin to break through the Independent Immortal realm.

The disciples of Emei released their divine swords.

These swords soared into the sky, forming a Nine Palace Eight Trigrams.

The massive Eight Diagram manifestation shifted and morphed endlessly.

The Emei Sect’s Nine Palace Eight Trigrams effectively blocked the Sword Qi.

The Taizhen Sect, too, deployed a Yin Thunder Array for their defense.

"Comrades, strike now!"

Supreme Elder Xuan Yuan of Emei spoke up.

As he spoke, a white flame mark emerged at the center of his brow.

A golden treasure sword materialized behind him, while three flowers hovered atop the clouds above him.

The three Supreme Elders of Emei unleashed the Heaven, Earth, and Human Divine Swords at Song Lin.

The attack methods of advanced Sword Immortals were always straightforward and overwhelming in force.

Simply having the flying swords hovering mid-air was enough to exert immense pressure on their target.

Song Lin felt as though he had been locked onto by a mysterious force, completely immobilized.

"Hmph, not enough!"

Crash!

The Little Giant Spirit God Method Heaven and Earth rose, coupled with a colossal Three-headed and Six-armed form.

It wielded the Eight Sceneries Heavenly Sword, repelling the attacks of the Heaven, Earth, and Human Three Talents Sword.

At the same time, the three Earth Immortals and three Divine Dragons each found their own adversaries to engage.

Simultaneously, Zhenxing disappeared into the void, constantly tossing out various Yin Thunder projectiles.

Faced with the coordinated assault by four Independent Immortal Peak opponents,

Song Lin, who had only just reached the Purple Mansion stage, clearly struggled to keep up.

Were it not for the Yin Yang Transformation Wheel hanging above, he might have already fallen into a disadvantageous position.

The Yin Yang Transformation Wheel acted like a turtle shell, absorbing and dissipating all incoming attacks.

Even in the face of their relentless offense, he remained temporarily unscathed.

"His Mana won’t last long; we’ll wear him down slowly!"

Xuan Yuan sneered.

Song Lin possessed numerous techniques, but his stamina would ultimately betray him. Perhaps if he had another five centuries to develop his power, he might have posed a real threat.

Over time, the winning advantage would undoubtedly be theirs.

Meanwhile, Qiyun and Mu Yun quietly adjusted their surrounding formations, preparing to complete the Taiji Yin Yang Formation. Once activated, none present would be able to escape.

Elsewhere, Song Lin’s forces launched another attack on Jing Country.

With large numbers of demons and monsters having been withdrawn, the overwhelming advantage now lay with Xuan Country’s forces, who advanced aggressively.

Their objective this time was a direct assault on the Capital to claim all eighteen provinces of Han territory.

Due to Emperor Kang Zheng’s brutal purges and the resulting widespread rebellions, the area around the Capital had long been devoid of any capable soldiers.

The Xuan Army broke through the defenses effortlessly.

General Li Laiheng re-entered the Capital, this time capturing Emperor Kang Zheng alive.

Thus, the kingdom was finally unified, reaffirming the adage that Barbarians cannot sustain a rule for a hundred years.

Back at the Mount Tai Battlefield—

Mount Tai Lady and the Black Mountain Demon clashed evenly, with neither able to overpower the other. Prolonging the fight would only result in mutual destruction.

All that remained was to see which side—Song Lin’s or his opponents’—would win first.

Boom!

At that moment, the Heaven, Earth, and Human Divine Swords breached the defenses of the Yin Yang Transformation Wheel.

From the three dimensions of Essence, Qi, and Spirit, they sliced toward Song Lin.

Such an attack could completely obliterate his Three Flowers Gathering at the Top.

Under the onslaught of divine swords from all directions, Song Lin remained unfazed, his eyes calm as he said with a smile, "Good timing!"

Between his brows, a golden Emperor Seal began to shine brilliantly, and the Sun God Car lifted him aloft. Radiating the demeanor of an emperor, Song Lin gazed down upon the world.

With Dragon Qi fully formed and the Emperor Seal fully activated,

The Emperor Sword was about to manifest.

This sword, forged by his own hand within the Ruins of Zhuu Rong using Shoushan copper and infused with Sun and Moon Essence, was an imperial blade of sacred destiny.

It grew in power with the rise of the Human Clan.

Since it gained recognition from the Heavenly Emperor, the sword had achieved an even higher level of transcendence.

It was estimated to be at the pinnacle of Dao Artifacts, if not directly categorized as a Magic Treasure.

As Song Lin prepared to summon the divine sword—

"Damn it! No!!"

Zhenxing suddenly burst into furious curses.

"Xuan Yuan, you treacherous old dog!"

Song Lin instinctively looked up, only to see two massive swords materializing in the sky.

A violet sword, coiled like a dragon, and a cyan sword, slithering like a serpent.

Endless in length, the Violet Dragon and Cyan Serpent swirled, manipulating the Heavenly Mechanism.

An invisible force of overwhelming pressure rippled through the battlefield.

"Hahaha, it’s too late now!"

Zhenxing seemed to understand something. Gritting his teeth, he furiously hurled a crimson Thunder Pearl skyward.

Boom!

The pearl exploded, unleashing a surge of scarlet Tribulation Thunder that engulfed the surroundings.

Everything it touched turned to blackened ash.

The Tribulation Thunder surged outward from Zhenxing’s position as a center point.

This was none other than the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Extinguishing Divine Thunder.

Using it required depleting the Mana of eight Jiazi lifetimes.

Its power was unstoppable.

However, the Emei Sect had long been prepared.

The twin swords vanished, replaced by a colossal Taiji Yin Yang in the heavens.

One half Yin, the other Yang, cycling endlessly.

The Two Forms Formation enveloped the entire Capital and its surrounding territories.

The Black Mountain Demon’s black clouds shrouding the sun were also dispersed, revealing a bright and boundless sky.

The entire Divine Land bore witness to the massive Taiji in the heavens.

The Two Forms Formation was not particularly destructive but carried a balancing, neutralizing feature.

Beneath its influence, all energies were smoothed and harmonized.

Under its coverage, all grew tranquil and calm in subtle, imperceptible ways.

And yet, the Heaven, Earth, and Human Divine Swords continued their slaughter of all cultivators caught within the array.

The sword aura was so powerful that no one could resist.

"You Emei brats! You dare break faith and betray us?!"

Slosh! Slice!

A flurry of slicing sounds filled the air as the heads of both cultivators and demons tumbled to the ground.

The Black Mountain Demon was decapitated, Mount Tai Lady’s Three Flowers were severed for the second time,

And Zhenxing was riddled with arrows piercing his body.

The centers of the Taiji—the Yin and Yang patterns—were occupied by Qiyun and Mu Yun.

The members of the Emei Sect stood aloft in the clouds, coldly overlooking the battlefield.

Unbeknownst to all, only Song Lin and his allies now remained active on the field.

Within the black sphere overhead, Qiyun’s spirits soared as he declared,

"Song Lin, how sharp does my sword feel?"

Swoosh!

Three flying swords lunged toward him.

Slay Song Lin, withstand the coming Tribulation Lightning, and the entire sect would ascend together.

This Taiji Yin Yang Formation had been cultivated with the blood of all the righteous and demonic forces under heaven.

Even a Golden Immortal could not break such a formation!

The flying swords drew closer with each passing moment.

Song Lin, seemingly as frail as a mortal, stood powerless.

The three Earth Immortals sat within a carriage, observing the scene in dismay.

Earlier, all beings lost their abilities mid-air, and if not for the Sun God Car cushioning their descent, they would have perished as mere lumps of mangled flesh.

Now Song Lin stood alone on the carriage’s prow.

He raised a hand, pointing toward the Taiji overhead and the Emei members beneath it.

"How hideous! Very well, I shall show you the sharpness of my sword!"

Boom!

Golden light blazed forth, shaking the entire cosmos!

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