Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology Chapter 728 628: The Strange Origin, the Kunlun Treasure Mirror

Shaoyang Starry Sky.

An imposing ancient mountain pierces the heavens.

Its majestic peaks gather divine light, and faintly, one can glimpse celestial beings riding clouds through the ethereal glow.

At the summit, symbols of the sun and moon manifest.

This is none other than Kunlun Mountain.

Within its Xuanpu, opulent palaces stand, exuding an air of nobility.

Above the sun, a Golden Palace blazes with intense fire, its radiance growing ever more magnificent.

Inside this palace, a white-haired man in crimson robes is seated, a longbow resting behind his throne.

This figure is the legendary Hou Yi, unseen by most for ages. Beside him, cloaked in moonlight, is Yao Ji.

Boom!

Suddenly, a thunderous explosion rips through the sky.

Hou Yi's eyes snap open, and he mutters a curse, "Here we go again. Inform everyone—prepare for battle!"

As his command is uttered, a three-legged golden crow emerges from the palace.

Swiftly, shafts of brilliant light ascend from Kunlun Mountain.

The Eight Immortals, Wang Lingguan, the Eight Great Celestial Masters, Yang Jian Erlang Shen, the Four Directions and Four Spirits, the Sanqing Birds, Emperor Tianpeng, the Kai Ming Beast, and a host of other primordial and later divine entities ascend to meet the encroaching threat.

Hou Yi strides towards the palace entrance, with Yao Ji of the Taiyin Star following close behind.

Before them lies a void teeming with devils.

Flames, poisonous waters, demonic qi, three-headed demonic dragons, malevolent Qilins, dark phoenixes, and a menagerie of monstrous demons and fiends swarm the expanse.

These devils are marshaled by three formidable Demon Lords.

One, of immeasurable height, boasts countless eyes; even the smallest resembles a mountain peak, and its body is so densely covered with them that its appearance inspires deep revulsion.

Another is entirely consumed by arms, thick with muscle and contorted, each arm varying in size and length.

The last is a grotesque amalgam of heads.

Each of these three Demon Lords wields the cultivation of True Immortals.

The Demon Eye unleashes a million golden rays, instantly scattering the heavenly army of Kunlun Heavenly Court into spectral fragments.

The Demon Hand, imbued with boundless might, tears through every defensive array blocking its path.

The Demon Head spews forth potent spells from its myriad mouths.

Under the onslaught of the boundless demonic tide, Kunlun Heavenly Court endures one devastating defeat after another.

"It's time to act."

Hou Yi forces a grim smile.

He had never imagined the Demon Tribulation would reach such severity, drawing forth three True Immortals.

It seemed impossible now to deliver the Queen Mother's secret message to the Eastern King in this lifetime.

Hou Yi draws his bow and nocks an arrow, his form radiating intense sunlight.

Boom!

The Divine Arrow slices through the air.

It obliterates one of the Demon Lords' heads.

Yet, against the swarm of heads, such an attack seems utterly insignificant.

Yao Jibrandishes the Taiyin Treasure Mirror, unleashing beams of light that freeze both ghosts and gods.

Though both are True Immortals, they find themselves slightly outmatched by the Taoist Realm strength of the three Demon Lords.

This is without even considering the overwhelming vastness of the demonic horde.

Despite their formidable forces, they are rendered insignificant against the sheer numbers of the demons.

Soon, they are forced to retreat behind Kunlun's defenses.

Within the grand hall, Hou Yi discreetly transmits a message to Yao Ji.

"If we cannot hold them, I will cover your retreat. Flee as far as possible with the others."

"No..."

"It is decided. The Queen Mother's entrusted mission must be completed. It represents the Great Thousand World's sole chance of survival!"

Upon hearing this, Yao Ji's eyes well up with tears, and she reluctantly nods in agreement.

...

Donghua Heavenly Court, within the Palace of the Polestar, where all Heavenly Immortals are assembled.

"The Primordial Chaos Dao—so this is the supreme Great Dao?"

The Heavenly Immortals erupt in elation, while the True Immortals are plunged into despair.

Mao Ying, Mao Gu, the Water and Fire Emperors, the Great Sun Buddha Ancestor, Emperor Houtu, and Xii Jing all wear crestfallen expressions.

Unlike those who have newly attained the Dao, these long-standing True Immortals feel an immense sense of regret.

If only they had learned of the Primordial Chaos Method sooner, their paths might have unfolded differently.

What pains them even more deeply is the stark realization that the very Great Dao they have followed for so long was fundamentally flawed, its ultimate destination being ruin.

For the Great Thousand World, assimilation into the cosmos might seem like the ultimate glory, yet for all sentient beings, it is indistinguishable from annihilation.

They harbor no doubt regarding Song Lin's assertions. Song Lin's current state—eternal and boundless—serves as irrefutable proof, possessing the power to crush True Immortals as if they were mere ants.

"Do not lose hope. Once I achieve the Primordial Chaos Daluo Immortal Realm, I may find a way to aid all of you."

Song Lin offers words of reassurance.

At this precise moment, the entirety of Donghua trembles momentarily, signifying a stable arrival.

"Heavenly Emperor, numerous demons and monsters await outside,"

The Heavenly Court Envoy delivers the report.

Without needing confirmation, an oppressive demonic qi is palpable to all present.

Just as a move is about to be made, Song Lin intervenes.

"I shall handle this situation."

Whoosh!

Transforming into a streak of dark light, Song Lin darts out into the void.

Standing alone amidst the emptiness, he alights upon a Black Lotus – this is Wutian Buddha Ancestor, the Demon of Ten Thousand Demons in his manifestation.

The demons, already agitated by the sudden appearance of the Middle Thousand Earth, now surge towards the striking, solitary figure that has emerged.

Unfortunately for them, the moment they draw near the Lotus Throne, an unseen force instantaneously engulfs them.

Without a moment's pause, every demon that ventures close is swallowed whole.

As an increasing number of demons are consumed, the developments on the battlefield capture the attention of the three Demon Lords.

The trio, radiating intense demonic qi, encircle Song Lin.

Even though he faces three True Immortal Demon Lords, Song Lin remains completely unfazed.

Had they been ordinary True Immortals, a more challenging confrontation might have ensued.

However, against demons—beings inherently subject to a strict hierarchy of dominance within their own kind—they are utterly outmatched.

With Song Lin's superior cultivation level and the inherent suppression effect, defeating them feels as simple as a game.

Kunlun Mountain.

Hou Yi and the others witness a peculiar sight: the demons inexplicably redirect their focus towards another section of the battlefield.

"What in the world is happening?" Hou Yi inquires, his brow furrowed in confusion.

Beside him, Erlang God sharpens his divine vision and reveals, "A different Great Demon has appeared."

A wave of dread washes over the group.

They were already hard-pressed against the three Demon Lords; the arrival of another would surely spell disaster.

Hou Yi begins to prepare the evacuation orders.

Then, Erlang God observes, "However, it appears to be an internal conflict that has just erupted."

"That is indeed good news. Let us wait for them to fight amongst themselves, and then..."

Before he can complete his sentence, agonizing cries pierce the air as the bodies of the three Demon Lords crumple, their potent demonic qi being absorbed by the newly arrived Great Demon.

The group's hopes plummet to their absolute nadir.

This newly appeared demon possesses unfathomable power.

At this critical juncture, the demon ambles closer with leisurely steps.

Surprisingly, the demon exudes an aura of refinement rather than outright ferocity—possessing dark hair, clad in ebony robes, with an underlying hint of benevolence that belies its demonic nature.

From the initial encounter to this moment, there is an undeniably strange quality about this entity.

Its visagerecognizably, strikes a chord of familiarity.

"Hou Yi, Yao Ji. It has been an extended period."

Finally, the Demon Lord breaks its silence.

Upon hearing the voice, Hou Yi gasps in utter astonishment, "Master? This…"

Could it be that his esteemed master has succumbed to demonic corruption?

Perceiving their bewildered expressions, Song Lin grasps their concerns and reverts to his original appearance.

"Do not be alarmed. This is merely the Dao I have been cultivating. Should one desire to remain untainted by demons, one must first become the most formidable among them."

The group finds his logic surprisingly cogent.

Regardless of the circumstances, with Song Lin's reappearance, Hou Yi experiences a profound sense of relief. "Master, you have finally arrived."

"My apologies for the delay. Where might the Queen Mother be?"

Song Lin scans his surroundings, but the Queen Mother is nowhere to be seen.

"The Queen Mother merged with the Great Dao a million years ago."

"Just as I had suspected..."

Song Lin had harbored this premonition—the ancient immortals had all faded into obscurity; the Queen Mother's continued existence was highly improbable.

"Before her ascension into the Dao, the Queen Mother entrusted me with a single message."

Hou Yi dismisses the surrounding attendants and seals the immediate area with a golden luminescence, effectively muffling sound and obscuring vision.

"What was her message?"

"The Queen Mother indicated that she was aware of the origins of the time-travel artifact you currently possess."

"What are its origins?"

"Yuanshi Tianzun—the Kunlun Mirror."