Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology Chapter 735 636: Seeing Zhenwu Again

"So, you are actually the Luo Shu. It's no wonder you can sense the Time-Space Dao and unlock the so-called Secret Realm."

With the scroll held firmly in his hand, Song Lin unveiled a chilling truth.

The Taiyi God attempted to flee, but its true form was under Song Lin's control. Where could it possibly escape to?

A small amount of Divine Thought was channeled by Song Lin, forcefully refining the Luo Shu.

The Luo Shu scroll in his grasp began to emit a blinding, dazzling light that stunned onlookers.

"No! Stop!"

The Taiyi God's desperate plea came too late.

As the Luo Shu was refined, its Divine Soul fractured, scattering into nothingness.

It was a complete obliteration of the soul—Song Lin displayed no hesitation or mercy.

This was a demon, not any ordinary being.

It was the spirit born from the Magic Treasure's own spiritual wisdom, a malevolent entity harmful to all life. Its demise was the only justifiable outcome.

Witnessing the once-arrogant Taiyi God fall so easily, everyone present was utterly astonished, particularly his staunch followers.

Upon discovering that the Taiyi God was merely a Magic Treasure, their entire understanding of the world began to unravel.

A few keen individuals immediately fell to their knees, crying out, "We pay respects to the Eastern King!"

"We pay respects to the Eastern King!"

In that precise moment, the mountains seemed to roar and the seas churned. Regardless of their internal feelings, they were compelled to acknowledge Song Lin's elevated status.

"Eastern King, do you have any commands for us?"

Someone stepped forward, an air of humility in their inquiry.

Confronted by the potential return of the legendary Eastern King, their demeanor shifted to one of extreme deference and caution.

"No commands. Disperse. The Myth Organization shall cease to exist from this day forward. Speaking of which, Pure Yang."

"Disciple is here!"

Song Lin turned to the first individual who had knelt and asked, "What is your name?"

"Water God!"

"Very well. You and Pure Yang shall oversee the dissolution of the Myth Organization."

"The Myth Organization must be completely disbanded within six months. All illicit gains acquired in the mortal world must be returned to the respective mortal governments without fail. Any who defy this will face death!"

Upon hearing this decree, a pallor spread across the faces of most immortals, as if they had suffered a profound loss.

It was as if they had been transformed into destitute paupers overnight.

"Henceforth, you are permitted to live only in seclusion within the remote mountains. Even when venturing into the mortal world, you must ensure your spells are never revealed!"

Song Lin's mandates were exceptionally strict.

Any violation of this edict would undeniably result in execution.

Naturally, before enacting these consequences, Song Lin intended to bestow upon his two disciples a functional Magic Treasure.

With the immortals dispersing, Song Lin retrieved the Luo Shu.

He unfurled the scroll, but its contents were less intricate than anticipated. Simple lines intertwined with a few small dots formed a straightforward schematic.

His Heart God delved within.

Whoosh!

It felt as though Song Lin had been transported into the very River of Time.

Seated serenely in the heart of this immense river, observing the relentless currents, each water droplet and every crashing wave symbolized the immutable passage of time within this domain.

Commencing from the primordial era, a colossal conflict ignited between factions of gods and demons.

The duration of this war remained unknown—it raged for an epoch long enough to shatter the heavens and the earth, leaving the entirety of the star-studded sky devoid of even a single unbroken star.

Ultimately, unable to withstand the rampant devastation, the universe fractured and collapsed, leading to the disintegration and subsequent reconstruction of the Small Thousand World.

Both warring factions faded into the echoes of history.

Billions of years elapsed, and the Small Thousand World slowly began to reform once more.

Earth emerged as the very first Life Star, nurturing the genesis of living beings.

From his seated vantage point, Song Lin witnessed the profound origins and the intricate evolution of this world unfold within his consciousness.

Concurrently, information pertaining to the "Monster Chronicles" resurfaced within his Sea of Consciousness.

Anything and everything could be summoned.

Song Lin summoned forth the River Map, and a layer resembling a Starry Robe enveloped him.

The Luo Shu, while capable of displaying networks, could not intrinsically represent time and space. At any given moment, it could only reveal the present state of its immediate vicinity.

The River Map and the Luo Shu radiated brilliant light, converging in the air to materialize the Cosmic Origin Map.

This celestial map vividly portrayed the vast expanse of the cosmos, with a magnificent river flowing at its center.

Each distinct point along this river correlated to a specific cosmic event occurring at a particular point in time.

Its intricate nodes extended in every conceivable direction—up, down, left, and right.

Song Lin now possessed the ability to precisely identify which treasure lay hidden at specific locations during specific eras.

Presumably, this was what mortals referred to as "fortune."

The fortune Song Lin could now perceive was vastly more exhaustive than anything the Taiyi God could comprehend. The Taiyi God was limited to sensing fortune directly connected to Earth, relying on his spatial abilities to traverse time and conduct his searches.

Most mystic artifacts held little appeal for Song Lin, his attention keenly focused on unveiling the ultimate enigmas surrounding the West Queen Mother Heavenly Court.

The Queen Mother of the West was a Golden Immortal, existing beyond the confines of past and future.

Journeying back through the River of Time offered no solutions.

Historical echoes proved futile and ephemeral—even attempting to traverse to antiquity would merely grant one the grim spectacle of witnessing the Queen Mother's demise firsthand.

Within the flows of time, Song Lin discerned that the adversarial force against the West Queen Mother Heavenly Court was none other than the Yinn Shang Heavenly Court.

By all accounts, the Yinn Shang Heavenly Court should not have possessed such formidable power.

Moreover, it was exceptionally rare for conflicts of this magnitude to escalate to the utter annihilation of an entire Small Thousand World.

A Small Thousand World, a naturally coalesced cosmic entity, typically saw only its inhabitants and celestial bodies obliterated; its fundamental structure remained inviolate.

The underlying cause remained elusive.

Events began to unfold precisely as his insights had predicted.

The Queen Mother of the West shattered her limitations, attaining the revered status of a Golden Immortal Dao.

Emperor Cheng Tang of Yinn Shang suffered a crushing defeat and met his end, resulting in the complete disintegration of the Yinn Shang Heavenly Court.

Subsequently, an apocalyptic spectacle commenced.

An all-encompassing darkness descended.

Boundless void swallowed all luminescence, consuming every glimmer, every mote of Essence and Qi, and every solitary star…

Pervading the darkness was an absolute silence, leaving behind naught but the purest form of oblivion.

Within this abyssal expanse swarmed myriad spectral apparitions, ghastly specters, and monstrous fiends.

Their sheer multitude was staggering—easily numbering in the hundreds of trillions quintillion.

These phantoms and demons descended upon the West Queen Mother Heavenly Court with overwhelming force.

Despite their colossal numbers, they were unable to surmount the might of the Golden Immortal, the Queen Mother of the West.

Wielding a colossal axe capable of cleaving the heavens, the Queen Mother carved a path of carnage through the relentless siege. Each devastating blow felled countless demons and specters, or left them grievously wounded.

As she reached the heart of the demonic swarm, a colossal figure materialized, blocking her advance.

This entity was arrayed in imperial regalia, with an endless expanse of darkness unfurling in his wake.

The genesis of this pervasive gloom originated from beyond him.

Could it be the Emperor of the Netherworld?

Song Lin was seized by an overwhelming sense of reverence—this being had grown even more formidable since their last encounter.

A being with the capacity to consume the very fabric of reality.

Their titanic struggle raged across the furthest reaches of the cosmos.

The Emperor of the Netherworld exhibited a might far surpassing that of any Golden Immortal.

The Queen Mother of the West found herself compelled to retreat, step by arduous step.

Finally, expending her very last reserves of power, she managed to send all surviving members of the West Queen Mother Heavenly Court to safety.

They escaped this doomed Small Thousand World.

Song Lin maintained his unblinking gaze upon the unfolding tragedy, witnessing the ultimate obliteration of the Small Thousand World—the cosmos reset to its primordial state, and the universe reborn.

"Hmm?"

Even after such prolonged observation, he was unable to perceive its ultimate conclusion.

Logically, the Emperor of the Netherworld must have emerged victorious.

The Queen Mother of the West, however, likely met a grim and inevitable fate.

Just as Song Lin prepared to probe further, or even venture forth himself for a direct investigation, he detected a nascent power emerging in the wake of the universe's reset.

Upon closer scrutiny, he identified it as the Jade Emperor Heavenly Court.

The Jade Emperor Heavenly Court and the Western Pure Land were found in a state of ruin and disarray.

Among the Three Realms, only Zhenwu remained, single-handedly holding the critical frontline.

Innumerable Heavenly Demons launched assaults from every conceivable direction.

It was strongly presumed that these forces operated under the command of the Emperor of the Netherworld.

The situation was dire, far exceeding any prior assessment.

Contemplating this dire predicament, Song Lin summoned forth the Monster Chronicles.

Pinpointing his temporal anchor, he initiated the process of time traversal.

Whoosh…