Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology-Chapter 342 - 298: Strike Heaven! Strike Heaven! The Three Realms Tremble!

South of Chang’an, at the center of Qinling Mountains.

Zhongnan Mountain.

Mists and clouds coil around, with palaces scattered in clusters.

On the mountain, harmony and tranquility prevail, but within the temple courtyards, few people remain, as most have descended to provide disaster relief.

Chencang County.

The scorching sun bakes the cracked earth, the fields split open, wheat turns yellow and withered, as if drained of life.

The villagers lie weak and frail inside their homes, too afraid to step outside for fear of sunstroke.

This has been the reality for three years.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

At this moment, the sound of iron striking rings from the village entrance.

"The Pure Yang Sect immortals have arrived! The Pure Yang Sect immortals have arrived!!"

The village chief shouts vigorously, and the ailing villagers suddenly ignite with vitality.

They grab pots and pans from their homes and rush to the streets.

At the village entrance, a dharma altar has been set up.

Two Taoists stand before the dharma altar, while the village chief stands politely beside them.

"No need for excess words, let’s begin!"

One Taoist sweeps his gaze over the crowd, then picks up the dharma bell and begins chanting incantations.

Boom!

Disaster clouds churn, thunder roars with a force akin to mountains collapsing, and then torrential rain pours down relentlessly.

The villagers stand in the rain, jubilantly cheering, as their pots and pans are filled with water.

The pond and well at the village entrance gradually fill up as well.

Another Taoist chants a different mantra, causing the wheat in the fields to revive and bear abundant fruit within moments.

"It’s done!"

The rain halts, both Taoists drenched in sweat, their faces pale and fatigued.

The villagers drop to their knees, chanting the names of Pure Yang Heavenly Venerate and Emperor Donghua.

Three years of drought have caused the villagers to lose faith in the Jade Emperor.

It was the Pure Yang Heavenly Venerate’s disciples who traveled tirelessly to provide relief, alleviating many crises.

Even so, at least 30% of the population has perished across the empire.

Daxing City, Heavenly Altar.

Master Sa finishes praying for rain, and the entire city loudly chants his holy name.

"Alas, the Heavenly Emperor is unwise, leaving you all to suffer."

Master Sa says to the fourth emperor of Great Sui.

"Thank you, State Preceptor. Without you, I wouldn’t know what to do."

The emperor responds with lingering fear.

In his three years of reign, disasters have plagued the empire continuously.

He can be considered the most unlucky emperor in history; upon ascending the throne without achieving anything, the land was ravaged by calamity.

Were it not for the intervention of the Pure Yang Sect immortals, the Great Sui dynasty might already have been doomed.

"It’s merely a drop in the ocean."

Master Sa’s gaze becomes piercing, as he looks toward the distant horizon.

He sees desolate scenes of famine, citizens resorting to cannibalism to survive.

In history books, perhaps the written words "Great Drought, People Ate Each Other" are lightweight, but in the present day, the reality is unimaginably tragic.

Over the past three years, the influence of the Pure Yang Sect has expanded rapidly; many struggling sects have merged with it.

Tens of thousands of Taoists, millions of Rampant Soldiers.

Though their numbers have grown, their sect has not become stronger; rather, they are consumed by constant relief efforts.

"Ah, when will this end?"

The emperor sighs bitterly.

If it continues like this, Great Sui too will slowly crumble.

"No rush, the Grandmaster will act eventually."

Though Master Sa is unaware of the full story, he knows enough to recognize that the Grandmaster is not one to let things go easily.

...

Heavenly Court.

Jade Emperor convenes with the star constellations and the Four Sea Dragon Kings to discuss affairs.

"Your Majesty, there’s been no rain in the mortal realm for so long. Perhaps we could consider loosening the restrictions a little?"

The East Sea Dragon King cautiously suggests.

Three years of drought have severely eroded the Dragon Kings’ worship, leaving them restless and anxious.

"No! Continue as it is. Without my order, no one is allowed to make it rain!"

The Jade Emperor declares sternly.

"But the Pure Yang Sect hasn’t yielded..."

"Who said I care about their surrender?"

The Jade Emperor deliberately aims to exhaust them.

If they enjoy saving people, then let them save to their heart’s content!

This clever scheme, after all, is Queen Mother’s brainchild.

The Jade Emperor weighs the gains and losses carefully.

The last time chaos erupted in the Heavenly Palace, it was due to his lax management of the mortal realm, allowing the Demon Clan to flourish.

This time, turmoil in the mortal realm keeps the Pure Yang Sect occupied while Heavenly Court chips away at their power. Song Lin’s faction is like a dull blade, bleeding endlessly.

Furthermore, the Jade Emperor’s actions also serve as a punishment to mortals.

I am the Lord of Three Realms! How dare they worship other gods aside from the Heavenly Court’s deities?

What allure could possibly justify betraying their faith?

Clearly, they need to be taught a lesson.

(Don’t blame me for vilifying the Jade Emperor—this is fiction after all. Across history, novels about gods and demons often depict the Jade Emperor as either a villain or a caricature. If you have grievances, argue with the ancients.)

...

Lishan, Golden Cauldron True Man’s Shuilian Cave.

"The time is near."

Golden Cauldron True Man utters mysteriously.

The nearby Taoist disciple looks puzzled.

"The Pure Yang Hierarch is in danger. Gather the troops; prepare to welcome the third brother!"

Golden Cauldron True Man chuckles.

The eldest sister has been in closed-door meditation for many years and is in need of capable helpers.

The third brother is a wild monkey, lacking strength and qualifications.

Only someone like Song Lin, a formidable figure, could truly bear the title of Lishan’s third sibling and member of the Three Pure Ones’ Dao lineage.

If Song Lin were aware of Golden Cauldron’s thoughts, he would likely vomit blood on the spot. Obsessed with Shuashua Sanlang’s title? Must it be him?

Heavenly Pure Yang Immortal Mansion.

Zhengyang, Zhang Guolao, and the Three Great Heavenly Masters are all present.

Aside from the Four Marshals and the Acquired Immortals who later pledged their allegiance.

"Since Huaguang was enfeoffed as emperor, he hasn’t been in touch. Could it be..."

Zhengyang questions.

"It probably is."

Song Lin smirks faintly, laced with contempt.

A mere opportunist.

The so-called allegiance was nothing more than an attempt to join the ranks for better bargaining power with the Jade Emperor.

Song Lin, from the beginning, never banked on them.

"Never mind. Zhengyang, notify Master Sa and Wang Lingguan to recall all sect Taoists."

"Understood!"

Three days later, all Taoists received recall notices.

A month later, everyone assembled on Zhongnan Mountain.

At the summit of Zhongnan Mountain stood a grand dharma altar.

At the center of the altar were enshrined the dharma tokens of Emperor Donghua and Pure Yang Heavenly Venerate.

Over the past few years of drought, the Jade Emperor’s name had been erased from the records.

Coupled with their years of travels, now every Taoist harbored deep resentment for the Jade Emperor.

Just then, a golden chariot descended from the sky.

The chariot, blazing like the sun, emitted searing rays.

Song Lin surveyed the gathered forces.

Erlang God, the Four Great Heavenly Masters, Zhengyang and Zhang Guolao, along with three thousand-foot-long Divine Dragons and Wang Lingguan—altogether eight Independent Immortals.

Beneath them were the Seven Great Saints, the 36 Heavenly Gang Earthly Immortals of Pure Yang, and the 72 Earthly Fiends Earthly Immortals.

Beyond them, Taoists numbered fifteen thousand in total.

The Swordman lineage stood atop flying swords amidst the clouds.

The cultivation practitioners wielded lightning as they hovered in the void.

Divine Medium Immortals gathered on the ground, each shrouded in foreboding yin energy.

The Taoist Soldiers stood in tidy formations, with Taiji Thunder Seals hanging from their waists.

The Shenxiao Thunder Skill practitioners stood alongside the Taoist Soldier Department.

These individuals possessed superior talents, able to simultaneously master thunder techniques and Taoist Soldier methods.

Moreover, they bore the critical responsibility of activating the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Divine Thunder.

In this world, cultivators spend long years in cultivation, ensuring that the individual responsibilities for Taoist realms were evenly divided.

The remaining participants were scattered, mostly newcomers who had joined later.

As the chariot landed atop the altar, all present lowered themselves in respectful bows!

"Greetings, Grandmaster!"

"Rise!"

At that moment, Song Lin appeared majestic beyond compare, adorned with a Purple Gold Crown, clad in a Red Jade Phoenix Feather Robe, sword shoes on his feet, and a long sword at his waist.

Under the awestruck gaze of those gathered, Song Lin spoke slowly:

"The Heavenly Emperor is unjust, bringing calamities, with corrupt officials reigning and chaos in the Heavenly Court. As the foremost force of righteousness and moral integrity under the heavens, as Three Realms Great Master and Pure Yang Heavenly Venerate, we must abolish this chaos and uphold righteousness in the realm!"

"Therefore..." Song Lin raised his voice, imbued with commanding authority, "I, Three Realms Great Master, order all cultivators to heed my call and march to rebel against Heaven!!"

"Rebellion against Heaven! Rebellion against Heaven!"

The crowd roared in unison.

"Fellow cultivators! Follow me to the heavens!"

The Three Realms Great Master cleverly framed his rebellion, not directly challenging the Jade Emperor, but instead using the pretext of cleansing the imperial court.

The Heavenly Court boasts many formidable figures, and the Buddhist sect is always poised to interfere. It would be reckless to attempt to overthrow Heaven entirely; the goal is to achieve a loftier, autonomous position instead.

Under the guise of "purging the court," there’s still room for negotiation, simultaneously leaving Buddhism without grounds for intervention.

...

Heavenly Court.

Huaguang Heavenly King, at the Jade Emperor’s command, heads out to summon Song Lin.

Huaguang feels conflicted.

Having severed ties with Song Lin already weighs heavily on his conscience; now, he must also visit him personally.

"Let’s hope Song Lin knows his place. The Jade Emperor’s plans are becoming suspiciously transparent..."

Huaguang’s confidence in his own status is shaky.

Compared to Star Lords, the foundation of Acquired Immortals remains far too weak.

Their approach should be gradual—how can a mere ant topple an ancient tree?

Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

The Jade Emperor has stationed Horn Wood Jiao, Thunder Department Venerate, and other true embodiments behind him.

Surrounding them are the Star Lords and commanders from Thunder and Fire Departments.

Horn Wood Jiao chuckles from the sidelines:

"Your Majesty, you can rest assured. Once Song Lin arrives, we will certainly capture him!"

"Disaster! Song Lin has quietly descended into the mortal realm!"

Gold Star Taibai rushes in frantically.

"What? Could it be Huaguang?" The Jade Emperor snarls.

The next moment, even graver news follows.

"Disaster! The South Heavenly Gate has been broken; Emperor Donghua has rebelled!!"

"What!"

Shock grips the court—no one had anticipated Song Lin’s decisive actions!

In an instant, the Three Realms quake!