Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology Chapter 731 632: Spiritual Cultivation, Myth Organization

"My undefeated streak surpasses yours!"

"It's time for this legend to meet its end!"

"Even if Beta Cat can defeat others, it still can't defeat me."

"With a perfect win rate, Beta Cat only has fifty percent."

This year, the Western AI, Beta Cat, made a sensational debut, conquering various Go champions and even achieving fifty consecutive victories on online battle platforms.

Just as the world speculated that the reign of Go, hailed as the most challenging intellectual sport, was on the verge of crumbling.

Song Lin stood before the press and boldly declared his intentions.

The audacious pronouncements from the youthful Go prodigy naturally ignited a media firestorm and sparked fervent discussions across social media. The majority of comments were laced with mockery—except, of course, from Song Lin's devoted fanbase, who passionately defended him.

"Our Brother will absolutely crush Beta Dog."

"Our Brother is working so hard; you are all forbidden from slandering him!"

Upon witnessing these messages, Song Lin couldn't suppress a thrill of excitement deep within.

So this, he mused, is the feeling of having loyal supporters.

Such widespread attention, predictably, did not escape the notice of Beta Cat's development company.

"Dr. Jack of Guruguru Company formally challenges Go prodigy Song Lin—a best-of-five series, with each win netting one billion dollars; securing all five victories means a grand total of five billion dollars."

This was a meticulously orchestrated publicity stunt.

The strategy was to build Beta Cat's reputation from obscurity to prominence, culminating in a challenge against the undisputed strongest, Song Lin—the prodigy acclaimed as the most gifted talent in a millennium.

This built the hype to an unprecedented zenith.

But what about the stakes?

Could victory truly be achieved?

Beta Cat possessed the capability to engage in millions of self-play games daily, continuously refining its strategy, whereas human players might only partake in tens of thousands throughout their entire lives.

The disparity was immense, akin to using a colossal cannon to swat a minuscule mosquito.

This audacious billion-dollar gamble instantly captivated the globe.

Three months later.

Song Lin emerged victorious, sweeping all five games.

He claimed the staggering sum of five billion dollars in one triumphant stroke.

Observing the ashen faces of the Western contingent and the worldwide audience gripped by astonishment.

A reporter inquired, "Mr. Song, Beta Cat boasts a computational speed of 33.86 quadrillion operations per second. How were you able to overcome this state-of-the-art AI?"

"I acknowledge that this AI surpasses the human brain's processing speed, but as a mere cold, rational construct, it could never truly comprehend the profound emotional depths of humanity."

"A single profound thought can encompass an entire world; an instant of pure enlightenment can eclipse the computational power of the cosmos. This is the essence of humanity—an elevation that AI can never attain."

These words crystallized Song Lin's profound realization during this intervening period.

His current existence signified a genuine depletion of his former powers—unlike the past, where reincarnation left behind hidden advantages. Now, there was no conceivable path back, forever confined within this current reality.

With this stark awareness, he dedicated himself with renewed fervor to spiritual cultivation.

His declarations resonated across the globe, stirring the collective consciousness.

An increasing number of individuals began to contemplate the latent potential within humanity, perhaps suggesting that humankind was not as frail as they had previously imagined.

And conversely, that machines were not as all-powerful as presumed.

In the current era, dominated by computational technology, these machines had become the fundamental instruments for scientific inquiry.

Research laboratories extravagantly equipped themselves with advanced systems, incurring costs in the tens, hundreds, or even trillions of dollars.

The sheer volume of work accomplished in a single day often surpassed the combined achievements of all geniuses from prior decades.

But... how much time had elapsed since humanity last witnessed the dazzling brilliance of true inspiration—a singular spark of genius that irrevocably altered the course of an era?

Unbeknownst to him, Song Lin had inadvertently reshaped the world's trajectory through his nonchalant display of extraordinary skill.

With the five billion dollars secured, Song Lin made haste back to his familiar residential area.

Upon arrival, he found Grandma Zhang surrounded by a throng of individuals.

"Congratulations! Heartfelt congratulations! Your Lin has truly achieved greatness now!"

"Elder sister, you are truly blessed with such fortune!"

Outside, reporters clamored for interviews, eager to glean insights into the life of this legendary prodigy.

Whether it was his past experiences or his captivating presence, Song Lin possessed an undeniable allure that was irresistible to fans.

Grandma Zhang dabbed at her eyes—not from the immense wealth Song Lin had acquired, but from overwhelming pride in his years of diligent effort.

Among the onlookers were those who had once scoffed at her, deeming her foolish for bearing the weight of this "burden" while her own life was in disarray. Today's triumph served as a resounding refutation of their past judgments.

Returning to her residence, Grandma Zhang noticed two middle-aged men—her countenance immediately soured as she commanded sternly, "Leave! Get out of here immediately!"

"Second sister, you misunderstand; we have come solely to extend our congratulations."

"Indeed, we are, in a manner of speaking, Lin's extended family."

It transpired that these individuals were relatives of Grandma Zhang.

"All of you, be gone! Scram!"

They once shunned her as if she were the Plague God, yet now they sought to ingratiate themselves. What a laughable turn of events.

With a creak, the door swung open.

Song Lin had made his return.

"Still lingering around here?"

As the old saying goes, "wealth refines demeanor." Possessing five billion dollars, Song Lin's presence now commanded undeniable attention from everyone.

Once the others had departed, Song Lin glanced around his surroundings and let out a chuckle, "Grandma, shall we go?"

"Go where?"

"To a celebratory banquet. And while we're out, we can examine a few villas—choose any one that catches your fancy."

Grandma Zhang chided him, "Don't be so extravagant. There's no need to flaunt your riches everywhere."

"Haha, with over thirty billion yuan, it's simply impossible to spend it all."

Even just letting it sit in a bank would yield tens of millions in annual interest; attempting to spend it all would be an insurmountable task.

Grandma Zhang still resisted the allure of luxury, perhaps due to her advancing age, desiring only a bit of simple excitement.

However, her perspective changed within a mere few days.

Relatives began to flock in endlessly. While she was out buying groceries, she encountered no less than six individuals, all fabricating tales of needing funds for a house or undergoing cancer treatments, each imploring her to lend them money.

Then came the neighbors, small-time entrepreneurs, and various opportunistic vagrants.

There were even more than ten people who claimed to be Song Lin's biological parents.

As for those individuals, Song Lin unceremoniously turned them away, indifferent to whether their claims were true or false—they simply needed to leave.

Subsequently, Song Lin acquired a secluded mountain and erected a Taoist Temple upon its summit for his cultivation pursuits.

Grandma Zhang found employment at a welfare center situated at the mountain's foot, free from any worries about sustenance. She likely intended to make the most of her remaining years.

Furthermore, Song Lin allocated ten billion yuan to establish a charitable foundation, contributing back to society.

Following this, he committed himself entirely to secluded cultivation atop the mountain peak.

With the resources available on Earth, it was certain that he could not reach the pinnacle of cultivation.

Therefore, Song Lin redirected his efforts, delving into the exploration of the mind and cultivating a path toward spiritual enlightenment.

Late into the night.

Beneath a canopy of stars.

Song Lin sat in meditation at the precipice of a cliff, enduring the fierce Gang Wind, remaining motionless as he sought to commune with the universe.

His physical prowess was already formidable.

In the past, a simple sneeze from him could have pulverized the Earth into dust; a mere glance could have obliterated every soul on the planet.

Yet, in the realm of spiritual cultivation, Song Lin still had a vast distance to traverse.

Not content with solitary practice, Song Lin procured immense quantities of ancient literature.

Works of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism filled several large chambers—focused not on cultivation techniques, but strictly on theoretical writings.

His spiritual cultivation lagged significantly behind that of the ancient sages.

As he meticulously studied these texts, Song Lin began to perceive a profound, hidden truth.

Earth might be an exceptional anomaly, far from what he had initially surmised.

It appeared to be a nexus where myths from every corner of the globe converged.

Considering Earth's historical context, how could it possibly encompass legends that only emerged in epochs far into the future?

Moreover, a significant number of these ancient writings were, in fact, authentic.

Some texts he encountered were entirely new to him, contradicting his earlier assumption that they were mere fabrications by later generations.

After all, the proliferation of pseudonymous writings attributed to ancient figures was commonplace. Within Donghua's dominion over the multiverse alone, there existed at least millions of texts bearing the name "Eastern King."