Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology Chapter 733 634 My Name is Eastern King

"This myth has deteriorated."

It has morphed into a faction that actively repels outsiders.

Had Song Lin not consented to join back then, they would have likely eliminated him, or perhaps forcefully taken or sealed the powers he held.

Regardless of the actual circumstances, whether his intentions were to harm humanity or not, their actions would stem solely from their own convictions.

During his association with them, Song Lin often overheard announcements about individuals being dispatched on missions or the emergence of new Awakened ones.

Even more chilling were the reports of hunting down Awakened individuals who refused to align with them.

Some had managed to conceal themselves in remote mountain forests for decades, only to be eventually discovered.

Their reasoning was starkly uncomplicated.

Since you refuse to join our ranks and choose to live apart from the mainstream, you must harbor intentions to harm mortals, and we must eliminate you to prevent future threats. If you choose to reside in the wilderness, it implies you are plotting sinister deeds in the shadows.

Ultimately, anyone not affiliated with their organization is perceived as a potential menace, and if they do not comply, they are hunted down.

In Song Lin's perception, these individuals were not safeguarding humanity; rather, it felt akin to them protecting livestock they had tamed for their own exclusive benefit.

They were not fostering the healthy progression of human society at all.

It remained uncertain whether the higher authorities within the Myth Organization were oblivious to these goings-on or actively complicit, but their external operatives wielded considerable influence over every facet of society, permeating the upper echelons of various industries.

While their amassed wealth appeared to be legitimate, in reality, it was the product of an elaborate scheme built upon leveraging relationships.

Interconnected safeguards spanning diverse industries had forged overlapping monopolies that cast a shadow over human society like an inescapable web.

In every domain—be it commerce, cultural exchange, or even the transitions of power between regimes—the imprint of the Myth Organization could be detected.

If this situation were occurring within the Donghua Heavenly Court, these individuals would have faced justice long ago.

However, this world exists in a state of relative isolation, affording them the latitude to exploit such circumstances.

Upon careful contemplation of these matters, Song Lin resolved to act decisively this time.

As the preeminent power in this world, they must possess knowledge of Earth's secrets or hold clues pertaining to this realm—or perhaps even insights into the location of the Queen Mother of the West.

Naturally, his immediate plan was to conclude his perusal of the ancient texts first.

An additional two years elapsed.

Song Lin progressively gained a clearer understanding of the organization's hierarchical structure.

Ascending from the base, it was delineated into Outer Forces, Earth Immortals, Independent Immortals, and True Immortals.

A significant number of Independent and True Immortals possessed distinct ancestral lineages and adopted appellations inspired by the names of Ancient Immortals. At the apex of this hierarchy sat the supreme sovereign, Taiyi.

"Who serves as the Eastern King?"

Song Lin found this inquiry rather amusing, speculating on the identity of the individual fulfilling this role.

The mystical techniques employed by the Myth Organization bore a discernible influence from the Donghua Heavenly Court. If his assumptions were correct, they must have salvaged a considerable quantity of artifacts left behind by the West Queen Mother's Heavenly Court.

The so-called super-beings and the Innate Awakened individuals of this world might, in fact, be descendants of the Queen Mother's anomalous combat forces from that bygone era.

The Myth Organization.

In a different dimension, within a hallowed place known as the Heavenly Palace.

The time had arrived once more for the assembly that convened every decade.

Taiyi occupied the central position, flanked by figures such as Yama, Siming, the Venerable of the Fire Department, the Venerable of the Thunder Department, the Dragon King, Houtu, Phoenix, the Divine Dragon, the Duke of Thunder, Thousand-mile Eye, and numerous other divinities.

A multitude of lesser deities were also in attendance.

The sentinel guarding the entrance to the Heavenly Palace was a being with three eyes, widely recognized by the title of Erlang God.

Taiyi lifted his featureless mask, directing his gaze toward the three-eyed sentinel.

"Erlang God, has every deity arrived?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, with the exception of a select few who are presently occupied with critical missions and are unable to attend, the vast majority are accounted for."

"Excellent. Let us then proceed to discuss the newly discovered Secret Realm. This particular realm originates from the Mountain and Sea Era and is teeming with mutated beasts. Entry is strictly prohibited for anyone below the Core Formation Stage. A maximum of ten participants will be permitted entry per instance, with a time limit not exceeding three months."

As he spoke these words, Taiyi conjured an aperture, a golden portal, into the void.

Following a brief period of deliberation, ten individuals were designated for entry.

"Zhenwu, please proceed to organize the sequence. This particular realm possesses the potential to remain accessible for a duration of up to ten years."

"Understood!"

Bang!

The golden portal sealed shut.

The assembled multitude observed Taiyi God with profound reverence.

Taiyi, the master of time and space, the one and only Heavenly Immortal in this world, possessed a terrifying and immense power.

Once the assembly was concluded, Taiyi remained behind for a moment, alone, before abruptly breaching the fabric of space to arrive before another immense golden gateway.

"Immortal Sect, Immortal Sect..."

Taiyi softly uttered these words, his voice echoing into the surrounding expanse.

"Halt!"

While Song Lin was in deep meditation within his quarters that day, the sudden clamor of shouts and the clash of blades shattered the peace outside.

His eyes snapped open as he exited his residence.

High above, numerous streaks of tunneling light darted and weaved through the air.

A fierce battle was unfolding between several powerful immortals.

Bolts of lightning, sharp frost, blazing flames, and pure golden sword energy crisscrossed the sky.

The focus of their combined assault was an elegant man clad in flowing white robes.

This man, wielding a divine sword with unwavering resolve, stood firm despite being heavily outnumbered.

"Pure Yang, how can you betray the organization?"

The Duke of Thunder bellowed in rage.

The man in white, Pure Yang, responded with a cold sneer, "Betrayal? I was never truly loyal. The Myth Organization and I share an irreconcilable hatred for the murder of my father. What betrayal do you speak of?"

"Those people eliminated by the Myth Organization were all wicked individuals. They received what they deserved."

"Utter falsehoods. It was merely a business disagreement, yet your organization assassinated my entire family. Who, then, is the truly wicked one?"

The Duke of Thunder's brow furrowed slightly. "If what you say is true, why did you not report this matter?"

"Corruption runs rampant. I see through all of you! The perpetrator was a descendant of the Eastern King, a Primordial Spirit expert. If you possessed even a shred of integrity, you would bring him to justice! Prepare to meet your end!"

As Pure Yang's words faded, his sword light fractured into countless brilliant rays.

Pushing himself to his absolute limit, blood began to stream from his nose and mouth.

A Core Formation cultivator unleashing power at the Purple Mansion level was an exceedingly rare sight, prompting astonishment even from the Duke of Thunder and the others.

"Hm? The Heavenly Escape Sword Technique? The Swordman Dao?"

From his vantage point on the periphery, Song Lin observed the unfolding spectacle with a measure of surprise.

This individual named Pure Yang certainly seemed like an interesting character.

Song Lin absorbed every word of their exchange.

Apparently, this Eastern King was quite the scoundrel?

After careful consideration, Song Lin resolved to intervene.

Following the unleashing of his ultimate attack, Pure Yang succumbed to exhaustion and began to descend towards the ground.

His five assailants swiftly closed in.

Pure Yang plummeted earthward.

"Cough... cough..." Blood trickled from his lips, a bitter smile gracing his features. "Alas, I have failed to avenge my kin."

The murderer was indeed the son of the Eastern King, known within the organization as the Carefree Immortal, a man infamous for his depravity. Pure Yang's sister had been defiled and ultimately driven to her death by this very man. Pure Yang had managed to inflict a wound upon him during their confrontation but was discovered before he could finish the task.

At this critical juncture, a shadowy figure materialized, obstructing his descent. Focusing his vision, he realized it was merely a mortal?

This unexpected turn of events caused the Duke of Thunder and his companions to halt their pursuit.

"Song Lin, what are you doing?"

"I am here to protect this man!"

The instant these words left his mouth, the surrounding crowd erupted into boisterous laughter.

"Look at yourself—are you serious? A mere mortal, incapable of fending off a mere chicken, dares to make such a bold declaration!"

The Immortal of Colossal Spirit scoffed disdainfully.

"Friend, please step aside. I appreciate your noble intentions."

Pure Yang felt a flicker of warmth; it seemed there were still kind souls in this world.

At this moment, the Duke of Thunder descended, his eyes blazing with killing intent. "Cease this foolishness. What exactly do you think you are doing? If you persist in protecting him, you will perish alongside him."

The five attackers encircled both of them, their magical artifacts poised for a deadly strike.

Song Lin, being nominally affiliated with the organization and not yet having committed any overt transgressions, presented a complicated factor. Should they dispatch him prematurely without fully understanding the situation, potential repercussions might follow.

"I harbor no grand ambitions. I simply cannot abide impostors tarnishing my name while committing evil deeds."

"Your name? And what name would that be?"

"The Eastern King!"