Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology-Chapter 311 - 281: The Years of the Mortal World, Dust Settles! (Large - )_2

The eight divine swords formed a sword array, resembling a protective barrier that encompassed a radius of a thousand feet, constantly spinning.

The descending purple lightning was continuously shredded to nothing.

"Anything else?"

A light laugh echoed from the void.

Roar!

Ten hundred-foot-long Purple Lightning Divine Dragons appeared, exhaling bolts of thunder, treading on clouds and winds.

In addition, there were heavenly soldiers donned in purple armor wielding tridents, accompanied by a Divine General.

An eighteen-blade flying knife formation coalesced into a massive divine sword, slicing the sky into two as it emanated a destructive aura.

The high platform spanning a thousand miles in radius trembled continuously.

The runed floor beneath began to crack.

This was the power of Zhengsi.

"Tsk tsk, such a high Taoist Realm; this doesn’t seem like a Purple Mansion breakthrough achieved within twenty years," Chuu Yuying remarked in admiration.

Boom!

At nearly the same moment, a thousand-foot-tall Little Giant Spirit God appeared, piercing the chest of the Divine Gang General with one sword stroke.

Three five-hundred-foot Divine Dragons surged forth together.

A variety of vibrant Divine Skills rained down.

Divine Tigers, Heavenly Soldiers and Generals all vanished into ash and dust.

As the two countered each other’s moves, the entire Liangfeng Platform was illuminated by continuously flickering dharma spiritual light.

Waves of spiritual fluctuation surged forth, crashing against an invisible membrane.

"Flashing a blade before a master... Song Lin’s mastery of the Taoist Soldier path could be said to rival divine creation, far surpassing Zhengsi,"

remarked the Tianjie Master.

He had personally witnessed the formidable prowess of Song Lin’s Taoist Soldiers.

"Eh? Why hasn’t Song Lin revealed his Purple Mansion?"

Someone expressed their doubts.

Zhengsi had already manifested his Purple Mansion, which spanned hundreds of miles.

The Heavenly Gang and Earthly Sha Electric Dragons, Ghost Soldiers, and Human Generals had emerged all at once.

Song Lin below appeared to be taking relentless hits passively. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

The two engaged in combat across the void.

Zhengsi operated from the shadows, while Song Lin fought in the light.

The eighteen flying knives moved like meteors, attacking from every angle with unparalleled sharpness and swiftness.

Like butterflies flitting among flowers, eighteen intertwining paths of purple lightning reduced everything they touched to dust.

Song Lin was guarded by the Spring Snow dual swords and the Three-headed, Six-armed Sword-wielding Giant Spirit God.

He seemed to be cornered and on the defensive, but in reality, he was handling it with ease.

Among the spectators were Zhi Xin and Earth Evil, who were attentively observing from atop a cloud.

Behind them rested the Sun God Car, alongside temple masters of the Donghua Alliance.

"What exactly is Song Lin’s Purple Mansion?" Zhi Xin questioned.

Earth Evil wore a cryptic smile.

"You’ll find out soon enough!"

Boom!

At this moment, the eight divine swords merged into one, forming a massive divine sword.

"Purple Mansion? Is this the Purple Mansion?"

The crowd was astonished—it turned out this Purple Mansion resembled that of a Sword Cultivator’s Primordial Spirit!

Zhengsi was equally surprised.

"No, this isn’t a Sword Cultivator!"

Zhengsi grew increasingly alert.

A Sword Cultivator’s divine sword is typically forged step by step from the primordial embryo until its physical form, growing alongside their cultivation.

But these swords seemed like "Qi," shapeless and intangible.

The divine sword shattered the Electric Gang, the Divine Dragons, the flying knives, and then breached the Purple Mansion Magical Domain, Zhengsi’s true body, stabbing directly toward him.

"Not good!"

Zhengsi’s pupils contracted.

He clasped his hands into a seal and hastily summoned his three-legged, two-eared divine tripod.

The tripod spewed Xuanhuang Qi, enveloping his whole body in protection.

As soon as the divine sword made contact with the Xuanhuang Qi, it dissipated like melting ice and snow.

Immediately following was a barrage of four thousand Yin Thunders.

"Haha, useless! I have an Innate Spiritual Treasure!"

Zhengsi sneered.

The four thousand Yin Thunders exploded simultaneously.

Amid the resulting shockwaves, faintly, two flying knives—one blue and one red—emerged.

"Not good!!"

Zhengsi’s face changed drastically.

These two flying knives locked onto him, making it impossible to evade.

Song Lin, this damn man, had concealed such a profound scheme!

This was the true killing move!

The Yin Thunder that polluted the Primordial Spirit, the Fire Thunder that incinerated all, the Water Bomb that came endlessly, and the Sound Thunder that shook one’s mind!

Four mushroom clouds rose a thousand feet into the sky, engulfing Zhengsi’s physical body.

The sight caused the pupils of Taoist School experts watching to constrict.

Was this still a Purple Mansion Early Stage battle?

One side was vast as a storm, executing divine skills endlessly.

The other, Song Lin, seized the opportunity, launching one meticulously prepared killing move after another, each interlinked.

As silence loomed over Zhengsi’s area, the crowd turned their gaze toward the Heavenly Master.

Seeing the Heavenly Master unperturbed, everyone knew Zhengsi wasn’t dead yet.

As the smoke cleared, Zhengsi was seen kneeling on one knee, head lowered, blood dripping relentlessly.

He raised his head, a deep wound marking his face.

With a sinister smile, Zhengsi said, "Impressive, beyond my expectations. But still, you’re not qualified!"

Boom!

The sky darkened suddenly.

The One Qi God Transformation Tripod rapidly expanded, inverting itself to cover most of Liangfeng Platform.

Zhi Xin frowned; it was too unfair.

Without this Innate Spiritual Treasure, Zhengsi would’ve lost long ago.

Unfortunately, as the son of a Heavenly Master, Zhengsi surely lacked no treasures.

In terms of realm and personal skill, Song Lin had narrowly taken the lead.

"No rush, there’s still a chance."

Zhi Xin’s expression was grave.

Just as he had predicted: Song Lin was at a disadvantage in the early stages, reversed the situation mid-fight, then faced a counterattack in the final phase.

Now came the chance to seek life in death.

Inside the One Qi God Transformation Tripod.

Xuanhuang Qi danced through the air.

Everything Song Lin unleashed was disintegrated.

Zhengsi’s right cheek flowed with blood, his once-pristine robe now stained crimson.

Watching Song Lin struggle below, Zhengsi laughed and said:

"Your power is immense, I’ll admit that. But what a pity—you will surely die today!"

Zhengsi revealed his hand at last. From the very beginning, he hadn’t used his Innate Spiritual Treasure as he didn’t want people thinking he relied on tools to win.

But now, if he didn’t use the magic treasure, he might actually be slain by Song Lin.

"The One Qi God Transformation Tripod embodies the Great Dao of Returning Void; stop struggling! You cannot defeat me—this is Tianyi!"

Coldly, Zhengsi gazed at Song Lin, this time refraining from recklessly attacking.

Instead, he waited patiently for the Xuanhuang Qi to press down on Song Lin, preventing any desperate counterattacks.

"Tianyi?" Song Lin’s brow shone with golden light. "What is Tianyi compared to the will of the people?"

Swish!

A golden Human Will Sword materialized in the void.

The sword unleashed a beam of golden Sword Qi.

The Sword Qi stretched an unknown number of miles, brilliant and dazzling, surging with unstoppable force, as if it intended to slice the heavens apart.