Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology-Chapter 737 - 638: My Heart is the World!

"You will wait here and remain hidden. Wait until this place regains civilization, and when the year 2015 arrives, reemerge to help handle the Myth Organization."

"Understood!"

Emperor Zhenwu led his followers into the void.

From then on, their presence was no longer seen in this realm.

Instead, they became a part of the cosmic constellation.

The self-detonation of the Golden Immortal.

Caused the essence qi in this space to be exceptionally scarce.

In the years to come, unless it undergoes several cycles of epochs for restoration, it may never recover.

Moreover, the slumber of Emperor Zhenwu and his followers absorbed a considerable amount of Heaven and Earth Essence Qi, rendering this realm nearly desolate.

Before departing, Song Lin personally used Luoshu to erase this world's temporal veins.

It was akin to extracting Earth as a ripple from the River of Time and carving out an independent pit.

This made Earth the most unique existence in the Great Thousand World.

Detached from the River of Time, towering above, overlooking the ripples of the river.

All myths could project themselves onto Earth.

This revelation answered Song Lin's lingering doubts.

The reason Earth harbors so many myths is entirely because of him.

Of course, this was not yet enough. To prevent anyone from noticing this place, Song Lin decisively used the River Map to completely conceal it.

Thereafter, Song Lin utilized the River Map and Luo Shu, along with the Kunlun Mirror, which had transformed into the Monster Chronicles, for temporal traversing.

Drifting through the River of Time, searching for the so-called Three Pure Heavens.

During his journey, he encountered various factions and Heavenly Courts.

As long as the Medium or Small Heavenly Courts were not corrupted, Song Lin immediately isolated them on Earth.

Dragon Tiger Mountain Heavenly Court, Quanzhen Heavenly Court...

Zen Sect, Pure Land Sect, Maitreya Sect...

The Demon Clan's Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Heavenly Courts.

The ghosts' Ksitigarbha and Emperor Fengdu.

He placed them all onto Earth, commanding them to awaken only at a certain time so as not to disrupt the timeline.

Otherwise, if the future timeline were affected, he would have to travel back to clean up the mess.

Of course, most of these were merely ordinary Small Heavenly Courts.

They belonged to branches of the Medium Heavenly Courts.

He had yet to endure particularly challenging events.

However, for the dark side of the Great Thousand World, these phenomena seemed akin to calamities — countless entities targeting them, relentlessly stealing from their grasp.

A nightmare in every sense.

...

At the time of the death of the Eight Lords of Qi Land.

In the depths of infinite darkness.

"How dare you!!"

Whoosh!!

Unbounded darkness coalesced into the form of a black-robed emperor.

Behind the black-robed emperor glimmered countless rays of light, each resembling a deity's visage.

Buddha Tathagata, Jade Emperor, Queen Mother...

It was the Emperor of Netherworld.

The Emperor of Netherworld had inadvertently comprehended the Chaos Dao.

He noticed that in all worlds, Great and Small Thousand alike, the laws of all phenomena always gravitate toward destruction.

By comprehending this Dao, over time, he would grow increasingly stronger.

After all, the closer a world approaches its end, the more inclined it becomes toward annihilation.

Whether it is the universe or humankind itself.

Naturally, this Dao is not so easily grasped.

The current Emperor of Netherworld was not the same as before — his enlightenment came after merging with a mysterious black sphere.

The enigmatic black sphere seemed to be the origin of worlds, though replete with the aura of death.

After absorbing this object, the Emperor of Netherworld instantly grasped the Chaos Dao.

Since then, he needed only to hide in the darkness, quietly waiting for powerful beings and worlds to perish, then step forth to harvest.

After accumulating power through innumerable epochs, the Emperor of Netherworld had become the strongest in existence.

Ranked at the pinnacle of Golden Immortals.

On the verge of surpassing all predecessors.

Yet, he remained one step away, like a thin veil he could not pierce.

The Emperor of Netherworld had searched for answers over countless years but found no clue, forcing him to endlessly devour and absorb.

While pondering, he arrived in the vicinity of Earth.

Regrettably, it was already empty.

Perhaps it had been obliterated by the self-detonation of the Heavenly Lord, or perhaps the entire universe had been packaged and removed.

"Yama, station yourself here. You must uncover the hidden hand behind the scenes."

"Understood!"

King Yanluo knelt to receive the command.

The Emperor of Netherworld vanished into the shadows.

Within the darkness, demons and ghosts continued to scour the Great Thousand, hunting for factions to devour.

Song Lin traversed time and reversed the currents.

Beyond rescuing factions on the brink of destruction, his greater purpose remained the discovery and comprehension of the Dao within time.

He did not cultivate inner strength nor study spells.

Instead, he tuned his spirit to intuit the Heavenly Dao.

Song Lin believed firmly that his mana was already strong enough.

Primordial Chaos, boundless and infinite.

Truly the mightiest True Immortal in history.

Yet, he still fell short compared to an ordinary Golden Immortal.

This limitation was not a matter of mana quantity or Taoist realm profundity.

Rather, it lay in his spiritual realm—his inner enlightenment.

Song Lin flowed against time, witnessing the landscapes of the Ten Thousand Realms.

From the present to antiquity.

Observing many civilizations rise and fall.

Even personally participating, discerning the workings of the Great Dao.

Where were the Three Pure Heavens?

Song Lin did not know—perhaps it no longer mattered.

Primordial Chaos Golden Core Dao cannot be sought externally.

It must instead be sought within.

My heart is the world itself!

For a long time, Song Lin drifted through countless timelines and worlds.

As Golden Immortals lack past and future.

Thus, he could not encounter those ancient deities.

At most, he glimpsed their reflections within the River of Time.

Song Lin lost track of how long he had been traversing.

Spanning countless epochs.

"Strange, why do certain scenarios keep repeating?" Song Lin suddenly noticed.

Some factions, even after their destruction, would reappear as new entities remarkably similar to the originals, even with identical names.

After brief examination, Song Lin found no traces of human manipulation. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Could this too be orchestrated by the Great Dao?

The Great Dao might not be as abstract as imagined, but could possess consciousness guiding the evolution of civilizations.

"Why does everything end in destruction?"

Song Lin pondered that perhaps this wasn't the doing of the Dao, but rather the opposition to the Dao.

An existence that matched the likes of the Emperor of Netherworld, championing destruction.

"So that's how it is."

The truth gradually unveiled itself.

The root cause of the world's chaos was undoubtedly the Emperor of Netherworld.

As for the forces he represented, they epitomized the embodiment of destruction.

Song Lin continued to wander the River of Time.

Through countless millennia, countless identities.

The Three Pure Heavens left no trace.

He searched every corner of the Great Thousand World, every mysterious place within.

During this, he traveled back once and encountered Hou Yi and the people of Donghua Heavenly Court.

Song Lin decisively isolated them within Earth, detached from the River of Time.

More uncountable years passed.

A mortal kingdom.

As a mere prince, Song Lin suddenly opened his eyes.

"I understand now!"