Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology

On the altar, a massive blood sphere suddenly appeared.

The blood sphere exuded the stench of blood, as if tangible killing intent surged forth, transforming into swords, guns, sabers, halberds, and an army of thousands.

The blood sphere slowly expanded until it became a sphere with a diameter of two hundred zhang.

If the cave hadn't been widened beforehand, it might not have been able to contain it.

Soon, the blood sphere began to contract, gradually revealing its outline.

Even though they had seen it twice before, at the instant of seeing this appearance, fear involuntarily arose in everyone's hearts.

Dark red long hair, skin as red as blood.

Three heads, each with a thousand blood-red eyes stacked together densely, giving an eerie, hair-raising sight.

The body had over a hundred hands.

Song Lin, who was spying from outside using Divine Thought, was also stunned.

Three heads, a thousand eyes, and a thousand hands—an Asura.

It was known that male Asuras were extremely ugly, but he hadn't imagined them to be this hideous. It was downright incomprehensible, with their eyes stacked like fish eggs.

Rumor had it that this wasn't even the strongest Asura.

The strongest Asura King was four times taller than the heavens, with a thousand heads, a thousand eyes, and a thousand hands.

Boom!

Song Lin flashed inside, and at some point, the Emperor Sword had been unsheathed.

"You? Song Lin?"

Huang Yu Taoist instantly recognized Song Lin.

He immediately began counterattacking, chanting mantras under his breath before transforming into a green-eyed White Tiger.

The Seven Evils reacted even faster.

The leading Taiyi sent out thousands of Green Fire Flying Knives.

Buzzing like a swarm of bees, they resounded throughout the cave.

Boom!

All the spells struck Song Lin, seemingly overwhelming him.

When the smoke cleared, Song Lin's figure remained unscathed.

The Nine-Transformation Indestructible Body blocked all the spells. Even though Huang Yu and the evil ghost were Purple Mansion cultivators, they couldn't break through his defense. Perhaps they managed to scratch his skin, but before anyone could react, it had already healed.

"What kind of Demon Art is this?"

Everyone was shocked and horrified.

Song Lin sniffed the air, glanced around, and said flatly, "So many lives... You guys are indeed repulsive."

"Hmph! Mere mortals—nothing more than a nest of ants. Would you feel anger stepping on ants?"

Huang Yu retorted dismissively.

"Fair enough, then it's my turn to step on you,"

Song Lin chuckled lightly.

...

Mei Mountain Blessed Land.

Zhengsi absorbed all the blood from the blood pool.

The Avici Asura Body officially took shape, and he comprehended seven Netherworld Divine Skills.

"There's still time; I'll absorb a bit more,"

Zhengsi thought to himself.

"Hmm? Where is everyone?"

Zhengsi frowned, as he couldn't see the Seven Evils anywhere.

Based on previous experiences, there should have been an Asura delivered as soon as he opened his eyes.

While he was thinking about calling someone to inquire, a Taoist rushed over frantically.

"Bad news! The forbidden area's been attacked! They're all dead, and the Asuras have escaped!"

"What?"

Boom!

A series of explosions rang out from the outside world.

Just as Zhengsi was about to head out, his subordinates stopped him.

"Taoist Master, please wait; the situation outside is quite dire."

An hour later, a report from the Tianjie Master arrived, stating that the Asuras had been eradicated, but...

"But what?"

The Three Capitals were dead, the Seven Evils were dead, and even the Emperor Forest Taoist Master was dead.

The remaining civilians had fled, and the emergence of the Asura attracted countless experts.

Now, everything had been exposed to the public eye.

Half of the Taoist Sect knew that someone had conducted an extremely brutal and horrifying Blood Sacrifice Technique.

"Fortunately, I didn't go out. Put the blame on the Three Capitals and Huang Yu; say they plotted this while I was in secluded cultivation,"

Zhengsi thought, narrowly avoiding complete disgrace. If his subordinates hadn't stopped him, it might not have ended well.

"Understood."

The Tianjie subordinate displayed loyalty, a look of someone deeply embedded in the inner circle.

Having aligned himself with the Heavenly Master's son, he believed his future to be bright.

Under the deliberate manipulation of certain parties, the matter eventually settled down.

Though some people suspected Zhengsi's involvement, there was no evidence to prove it.

Thus, public opinion from the outside world calmed down, leaving only Yunhai's group keen on finding the troublesome instigator.

Soon, half a year passed again.

Song Lin finally gathered fifty votes at the Taoist Method Meeting.

Xuanyu City.

At the Heavenly Master's Dojo, under the witness of many experts, Song Lin was granted the title of Master Mage.

The specific details were not disclosed; the Heavenly Master performed the designation ceremony and promptly departed.

Zhi Xin didn't converse with him either and left in haste.

"Congratulations, Donghua Master Mage!"

"Donghua Master Mage, feel free to visit my humble abode anytime!"

Everyone congratulated him, their envy mixed with genuine admiration rather than jealousy.

After all, over ten years, Song Lin had gradually published piece after piece—whatever initial shock people felt had long worn off.

This was Song Lin's plan: to gain fame gradually, avoiding excessive attention, creating an impression of inevitability.

At this moment, a Three-eyed Taoist approached.

"City Lord."

Song Lin greeted blandly.

"Impressive. An alchemy master is a rare talent in the Taoist Sect. Keep it up, and show everyone that the Holy Might Taoist School has competent alchemists too,"

Yunhai encouraged him condescendingly.

"Thank you for the praise."

Several Masters approached to greet him, whether familiar or strangers.

Song Lin's status finally earned their recognition.

In the realm of alchemy, Song Lin was undoubtedly the best within the Holy Might Taoist School.

Though it felt somewhat like choosing the tallest from a group of dwarves, he was nonetheless the best. This reputation was precisely what Song Lin sought; it ensured his unique value among peers.

Even if others wanted to act against him despicably, they'd have to consider the consequences.

What if the Taoist Alliance visited Song Lin, the sect's top alchemist, only for him to die inexplicably? How would people perceive such an event?

The Holy Might Heavenly Master still aimed for the Taoist Alliance Celestial Master position—such an irreversible stain would be unfavorable.

At the very least, they'd need a reasonable excuse and a proper facade.

As Song Lin prepared to leave, Yunhai called out to him once more.

Yunhai straightforwardly said, "You and Zhengsi's grudge cannot drag on any further; otherwise, it will harm the Taoist Sect. Zhengsi will emerge from seclusion half a year later—find a time to resolve things."

"How do we resolve it?" Song Lin retorted.

"You should have heard of the Cloud Altar Tribulation."

"Of course."

Song Lin smirked. Did Yunhai truly believe that the so-called Avici Asura Body, after being cultivated, could handle him?

Song Lin wasn't blindly confident; the Avici Asura Body might indeed be formidable. However, his Three Pure Ones' Nine-Transformation Indestructible Body was hardly inferior.

At its peak within the story's world, a single punch could shatter an Innate Spiritual Treasure.

"It's voluntary: you can choose to participate or not—it's entirely up to you."

Chuu Yuying emerged from somewhere and kindly reminded him.

Yunhai said nothing and merely waited quietly for Song Lin's reply.

Song Lin didn't immediately agree but instead smiled and said:

"I'll stick to my principles: decide how and when to duel, prepare appropriate stakes, or I won't agree. Also, one more condition—keep it fair, no dirty tricks; don't act without class."

Under Song Lin's candid gaze, Chuu Yuying unexpectedly felt a twinge of shame.

Indeed, their methods lacked authenticity and dignity.

Sometimes, even they felt it wasn't worthy of someone with real integrity.

"Fine, we'll ensure you're satisfied."

Leaving that promise behind, Yunhai floated away.

Chuu Yuying hurried after him, whispering:

"Although the arena allows life-and-death decisions, if you surrender in time, someone will step in to save you."

This message was from Ziyun, who had asked Chuu Yuying to relay it.

Unable to persuade Zhi Xin, Ziyun had decided to intensify efforts, encouraging a proper contest.

She didn't believe Zhi Xin wouldn't intervene at the last critical juncture.

Back in the Donghua Jungle, Song Lin's promotion to Master Mage inspired a jubilant celebration.

Other jungles sent representatives to offer their congratulations.

The Donghua Jungle's high-ranking members were overjoyed, realizing that Donghua's Techniques could now openly influence other jungles.

Perhaps, in the near future, they might see the cleansing of old conventions, leading to universal unity under shared Taoist principles.

However, a piece of news began to spread.

It was about Song Lin's upcoming Cloud Altar Tribulation duel with Zhengsi!

As soon as this rumor surfaced, the Donghua leadership rushed to dissuade him.

"Taoist Master, absolutely not!"

"Donghua is thriving; we can endure humiliation for now and seek revenge later!"

"Exactly! You're now a Master Mage—what will happen even if you refuse?"

"We must follow a gradual process."

"No worries; I have it under control," Song Lin replied with calm determination.

Shi Yinhua spoke anxiously:

"Taoist Master, this is clearly an open scheme! Even if you win, they won't simply watch Heaven Master's son be killed. If you avoid it this time, what about the next? We need time more than anything!"

"My decision is set. No need to ask further."

Song Lin rejected everyone outright, offering no explanation.

Over the next six months, Song Lin made numerous arrangements.

To outsiders, it felt as though he were preparing for some final moments.

The Taoist Sect buzzed with rumors, with many urging Song Lin not to act rashly, suggesting that he had a promising future and didn't need to risk his reputation for a fleeting moment of pride.

Six months later, Zhengsi emerged from seclusion.

The stakes of their duel were revealed publicly.

The ownership of their respective jungles—whoever won would take over the other's jungle.

This wager involving two heirs and two jungles immediately ignited the entire Taoist Sect, fueling the excitement of spectators eager for a dramatic showdown.

...

(Requesting monthly votes; today's update is 8,000 words. The remaining 2,000 words will be added tomorrow at noon for a total 10,000-word update.)