Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology-Chapter 724 - 624: Primordial Chaos, The Way of the Heavenly Immortal

The Emperor of Netherworld suddenly opened his eyes.

In an instant, the Netherworld trembled, and ten thousand ghosts wailed in anguish.

"River Map and Luo Shu..."

The Emperor of Netherworld murmured softly.

Just now, he sensed the aura of the River Map and Luo Shu. It was precisely this aura that awakened him from his slumber.

Thinking of this, he looked to his right.

On the seats to the right sat five individuals.

Clad in imperial robes of five colors, their appearances were dignified, but thick deathly energy surrounded them.

"Green Emperor, the five of you are to head to this place..."

The Emperor of Netherworld condensed a star map in the void, pointing towards a specific location on the map—the Golden Crow Heavenly Court.

"Understood!"

As soon as the words fell, the five individuals stood up and vanished without a trace.

These were the Five Directions Heavenly Emperors, worshipped by the ancient Zhou people.

The Eastern Green Emperor Lingwei Yang of Wood Virtue, the Southern Red Emperor Chi Yao Nu of Fire Virtue, the Central Yellow Emperor Han Shu Nu of Earth Virtue, the Western White Emperor Bai Zhao Ju of Gold Virtue, and the Northern Black Emperor Ye Guang Ji of Water Virtue.

Everything in the world evolves according to the natural principles, transitioning from prosperity to decline.

The Netherworld originally appeared inconspicuous, merely a place to receive souls of the dead, as ghosts naturally feared many aspects of creation. In terms of cultivation, they ranked beneath ordinary cultivators and were not highly regarded.

Consider the elders of the Netherworld, who have lived for ten thousand years; they couldn't even defeat Taoists with a mere century of cultivation. How could anyone take them seriously?

But no one anticipated that the longevity of the Netherworld allowed it to accumulate countless souls.

As the world's phase shifted from the realm of Yang to the realm of Yin, the forces of the Netherworld gradually grew stronger.

Yet overall, it remained relatively peaceful. The Ten Halls Yama lacked significant strength, and among the many sect hierarchs and Golden Immortals, the cultivation levels of the Ten Halls Yama seemed unremarkable.

Houtu, who ruled over the underworld, had long achieved Harmonization with the Dao, transforming into the Great Dao that upheld the order of the underworld.

One fateful day, however, the Netherworld suddenly gave rise to the Emperor of Netherworld.

From then on, the Netherworld underwent a complete transformation.

No one knew where the Emperor of Netherworld came from, nor were his origins revealed.

They only knew this person possessed the potential of a Heavenly Emperor, commanding not only the ghosts of the Netherworld but also rallying the scattered and disordered Heavenly Demons. The Heavenly Demons addressed the Emperor of Netherworld as the Emperor of Mara, the Heavenly Demon King.

With the departure of the Five Emperors, the Emperor of Netherworld closed his eyes again.

"The Three Pure Ones, Yellow Emperor, Heavenly Emperor, Jade Emperor, Tathagata. Heh-heh, don't let Us find you..."

The Five Emperors were not Golden Immortals; before they reached their peak, they encountered the Heavenly Human Five Declines, and the Emperor of Netherworld lured them into becoming demons.

However, when the five joined forces, their combined power was indistinguishable from that of Golden Immortals.

Meanwhile, Song Lin remained unaware of the looming catastrophe.

Above the Golden Crow Heavenly Court.

The skies blossomed with multicolored radiance, forming enormous virtual shadows resembling the Eight Diagram.

Occasionally, light and shadow flashed within.

Song Lin and the others were calculating.

The scale of the project exceeded their imagination.

In the center of the golden Eight Diagrams stood a magnificent Golden Palace.

Inside the palace, Song Lin and others gathered before a Purple Gold Celestial Instrument.

The instrument rotated slowly, emitting mysterious brilliance.

King Wen observed the scene and chuckled bitterly: "The birth of the stars and the evolution of all things have already been deciphered. Yet, we still cannot locate the River Map and Luo Shu."

Nonetheless, their creations were abundantly fruitful.

In terms of Song Lin's past life on Earth, they had already achieved the ability of a creator.

With a mere flick of the wrist, they could create planets from simple soil and stone. Then, through their thoughts, they could conjure the races they desired—beastmen, half-men, elves, and Abnormal Soldiers—all forged at their whim to yield mythological marvels.

Of course, these feats seemed like mere child's play to them; their main focus remained on finding the River Map and Luo Shu.

"Perhaps the method is flawed."

Song Lin uttered.

Pure computation could never resolve the location of the River Map and Luo Shu. Perhaps finding it required enlightenment.

Calculation is ever cold and lifeless, whereas enlightenment transcends; even an eternity of calculation cannot compare to the momentary flash of understanding that enlightenment provides.

With this in mind, Song Lin instructed his companions to cease their calculations and intended to seek insight through intuition.

BOOM!

Suddenly, the sky split open.

Boundless Heavenly Fire and endless black water cascaded downward.

"Not good!"

Faces paled as everyone rushed outside.

In the sky, they saw five colossal humanoid dharma images.

Colored green, white, black, red, yellow.

They wielded Magic Artifacts, exerting pressure upon the entire realm.

The fire came from the Furnace Flame of Chaos; the water originated from the Innate Ren Gui Water; the earth bore the Kongtong Seal; the wood was the Underworld Jianmu; the gold was the Emperor Xuan Yuan Sword.

As soon as they arrived, their gaze fixed upon Song Lin among the crowd.

Without a word, they charged forward.

"Capture the leader to strike the heart." They showed no inclination for clever deception or drawn-out stratagems.

Everyone else could be ignored; if Song Lin died, the crisis would be averted with near certainty.

Years of warfare had taught them what they needed to know: it's almost impossible to kill true experts, and an escape is always an option.

"You dare!"

Song Lin refused to yield, darting forward mightily, manifesting a towering Indestructible Golden Body and wielding the True Immortal Artifact Bright Treasure Wheel.

Ten thousand golden rays sliced toward the five challengers.

"Heavenly Emperor, I'll assist you!"

The others reacted at once, joining forces as True Immortals to fight back.

In an instant, the Great Thousand Void erupted with turbulent energy.

The Five Emperors exchanged glances, clapping their hands in synchronized unison.

Five Elements Power created an immense net, enveloping Song Lin and the Five Emperors inside.

Any outsider attempting to intervene would first have to destroy the net ahead of them.

Within the net was a five-colored world.

Five dharma images attacked Song Lin.

Song Lin conjured nine avatars.

The original body, Wutian, Time-Space, Eight Diagram, and Five Elements.

The Five Elements avatars perished instantly.

The Xuan Yuan Sword pierced through, ripping apart the golden light barrier; Song Lin's hair stood on end as he narrowly evaded disaster.

Even so, his supposedly indestructible golden body bore a deep and grievous wound.

"Whose subordinates are these?" Song Lin cursed inwardly.

Having no clue about the situation, these people started fighting the moment they appeared, clearly prepared for this confrontation.

Judging from the deathly aura around them, they might indeed be demons.

The relentless siege of the five attackers left Song Lin overwhelmed.

Though his cultivation level with Nine Pills could rival that of someone at the True Immortal Late Stage, any one of his opponents was at the True Immortal Peak.

And they were shameless enough to gang up on him—it was simply unbearable! 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

BOOM!

Another strike landed, shattering his dharma body.

He was subsequently thrown into a blazing furnace.

Song Lin found himself locked in a fiery realm.

The door he entered through sealed shut completely, offering no future other than being consumed by the Demon Fire.

Within the inferno, Song Lin's body and soul suffered immense and boundless agony.

Magic Seals, flying swords, and other attacks punctuated the torture.

It seemed he reached a dead end.

In this moment of crisis, Song Lin decided to take a gamble.

To be reborn through mortal danger.

Want my physical body? Take it!

Soul? Abandon it!

Mana? Forsake it!

The void contained but a single shred of his True Spirit.

Returning to a state of utmost origin.

Yet Song Lin remained unperturbed.

Whether in stories or reality, his combined lifespan exceeded ten thousand years.

Throughout the cycles of reincarnation—whether his powers were dispersed or whether he cultivated anew—he had faced similar crises more than once.

If necessary, he could retreat into a world of stories.

At the moment, he was essentially traversing in his True Body; he could hide out until reaching True Immortal to emerge.

When Song Lin breaks through to True Immortal, he will undoubtedly be the strongest in the True Immortal Realm. Facing five foes might be evenly matched, but escaping would be no issue.

The reason he hadn't fled yet was because he sought enlightenment regarding the aura of the River Map and Luo Shu amid the terror of death.

With each sacrifice, his mind grew ever calmer.

He seemed to merge with the Great Dao itself.

His consciousness drifted to an unknown dark expanse.

A realm devoid of space and time, it was impossible to gauge how long had passed—yet it resembled the primordial chaos before creation.

Suddenly, golden light appeared in the heavens.

The light transformed into a majestic deity.

He wore a five-colored feather crown, his hair shimmering like golden crow feathers, his brows gilded, and his form garbed in a black star robe.

The robe was embroidered with countless stars, which moved in harmonious patterns, as though the vast universe resided within its fabric.

This being was born as a divinity, at the pinnacle of existence upon his creation.

Emperor Jun!

At the sight of him, Song Lin immediately recognized his identity.

Besides Emperor Jun, no other entity embodied the Innate Yang Qi Dao.

At this moment, Emperor Jun opened his eyes.

Golden pupils studied Song Lin for a brief moment, then smiled and said:

"Breaking through to True Immortal? Disperse your cultivation; pursuing the evolution of realms as a True Immortal leads to a dead end. You must embark on the path of Primordial Chaos."

Seeing Song Lin, Emperor Jun initially appeared surprised, as though meeting an old friend after many years; he quickly offered guidance without probing into the details.

"Why?"

"Being a Heavenly Immortal suffices; there is no need for True Immortals. True Immortals embody worlds, yet worlds undergo cycles of creation and destruction. Every True Immortal ultimately faces obliteration. Only the Primordial Chaos path can sustain eternal Dao attainment."