Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology-Chapter 738 - 639: Primordial Chaos Golden Core Great Dao

"I understand now!"

Song Lin suddenly opened his eyes, a piercing golden light flashing through them.

The Three Pure Heavens stand outside the Three Realms, beyond the Five Elements.

Outside time, outside the bounds of space and time.

No matter how hard I search, it is impossible to find the whereabouts of the Three Pure Heavens within the material world.

Therefore, no matter how I swim against the current, I can never reach the Three Pure Heavens.

Then, where are the Three Pure Heavens?

"Within the heart."

Cultivation is material, absorbing external energy to strengthen the body.

No matter how mysterious it gets, it ultimately relies on the material world.

Only the heart—this path is the most enigmatic of all.

If one wishes to set foot in the so-called Three Pure Heavens, only through the path of the heart can one step into that legendary realm.

"Looks like I'll still have to rely on myself."

Song Lin closed his eyes, embracing the unprecedented comprehension of the Primordial Chaos Golden Core Dao.

This Dao is equivalent to the Golden Immortal realm but is broader than the Golden Immortal—it is Primordial Chaos, with no exclusive Dao yet containing all Daos.

It is a Dao that no one has cultivated. When Emperor Jun shared this concept with me back then, even he had not practiced it. One could say, across all heavens and myriads of worlds, I am the only one cultivating this Dao.

Song Lin withdrew his Heart God, and his entire being entered a state of selflessness.

The physical body died, wild beasts devoured the corpse.

Sever the body!

The soul wandered through the void, until it was utterly scattered.

Sever the soul!

Form and spirit annihilated, emptiness left behind.

It was as if he had completely vanished from the world.

He returned to the most fundamental state.

Emptiness, severing all ties.

Song Lin shed the title of a so-called Great Power; he sought to ascend to the heart's realm of Saints.

When both heart and body break through together, he would surely ascend to the unprecedented Primordial Chaos Golden Core Dao.

As time passed, how much time had elapsed was unknown.

This world had already perished, returning to Chaos.

How many tens of thousands of years had passed in this world?

Suddenly, a speck of light emerged in the void.

A white light, initially the size of a grain of rice.

As time flowed, the grain gradually expanded.

Eventually, it filled the entire space.

Bang!

The beginning of creation.

The recreation of earth, water, fire, and wind.

A Taoist sat cross-legged within the void.

This Taoist was Song Lin, meditating in the void.

No overwhelming aura, no extraordinary dharma powers or spells, no dazzling light shows.

He sat silently in the void, perceiving the flow of the Great Dao.

Within the Mud Pill Palace, the Primordial Spirit had vanished, and all cultivation techniques dissolved into mist.

In a chaos-like world, there remained only a solitary Golden Core.

Song Lin opened his eyes, a streak of golden light flashing through them.

"It is finally done."

After an untold period of enlightenment, he finally comprehended the Primordial Chaos Golden Core Dao.

This Dao surpassed the Golden Immortal realm.

Golden Immortals can only comprehend one or a few Great Thousand World Daos at most.

But the Primordial Chaos Dao is different—it comprehends no single Dao yet encompasses all Daos.

This world, originally unformed chaos—

After Song Lin achieved enlightenment, it instantly recreated earth, water, fire, and wind.

The world began to show faint signs of rebirth.

In other words, Song Lin now possessed the abilities of a mythic Great Saint: the power to destroy a world and also to restart it.

Song Lin raised his hand.

The earth, water, fire, and wind vanished.

Then he lowered his hand.

The earth, water, fire, and wind extinguished again.

He could manipulate all Daos, alter the world as he pleased, and craft the beings and rules he desired.

He could also change timelines.

In summary, Song Lin now was a Creator God—even mightier than the Creator God.

A Creator God could only forge a single world.

Song Lin could create multiple worlds.

This miraculous and infinite power eclipsed all dharma powers, rendering any astonishing spell dull in comparison.

"I wonder how the Emperor of Netherworld, who symbolizes destruction, compares to me?"

Song Lin murmured to himself.

The Emperor of Netherworld might have accumulated more deeply—after all, this figure represents universal destruction.

Constant descent into destruction is the main theme of the universe, the true ultimate design.

This entity had obliterated countless forces, its Taoist Realm unfathomable.

At this moment, a corner of bright yellow suddenly emerged within the pitch-black void.

It seemed as though a world was revealing itself.

"So it's the Three Pure Heavens!"

Upon seeing the light, Song Lin instantly understood its origins.

His figure shot forward in an instant.

Swoosh!

A snowy white expanse unfolded before his eyes.

All around was pure white, untouched, as ethereal as an Immortal Realm.

Within the white light stood a palace.

A purple palace, modest in size, exuding Mystical Machine at every corner.

Under a tree in front of the palace, a seemingly ordinary old man sat cross-legged.

Song Lin approached.

The old man opened his eyes.

"You've arrived?"

"Are you Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad?"

It's widely known that the Three Pure Ones are one being—Laozi manifesting as Three Pure Ones from a single breath, the embodiment of the Great Dao.

"Yes," the old man nodded with a smile, "Years ago, my avatar Wuhua Zi met you. Do you remember?"

"Of course. Many thanks to the senior for the favor of rebirth." Song Lin got to the point, "By the way, what is the situation with this realm?"

"Nothing much. The lifespan of this Great Thousand World is nearing its end; everything will eventually return to nothingness."

"Is it irreversible?"

"Irreversible."

"What of the former Great Powers? The Three Pure Ones, Taiyi?"

"All have faded. Taiyi was the first to change. Taiyi, being the origin of the world, transformed into the Dark Destruction Dao upon his death, which the Emperor of Netherworld subsequently seized."

"Everyone must disappear—it's truly beyond salvation?"

"It cannot be saved. The future will be an era of darkness, duration unknown."

The change in eras hit no one harder than Lord Lao Zi himself.

From the moment the world began its march toward destruction, he had become inexorably weakened. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Now, he could only hide within the Three Pure Heavens.

"The universal trend is destruction, which is why the Emperor of Netherworld has grown stronger. But if I bring forth a new creation, wouldn't he be weakened?"

"No... Wait, your Daoist Realm?"

Lord Lao Zi was about to refute the notion but suddenly sensed something amiss.

Song Lin was no ordinary Golden Immortal.

"The Primordial Chaos Dao?"

"Indeed."

"Excellent! The Primordial Chaos Dao harbors infinite possibilities, transcending all—eternal, unchanging, unaffected by the Great Thousand World. Perhaps you have a chance to reverse the destruction of this world."

As he spoke, Lord Lao Zi began to fade.

He had lingered in the Three Pure Heavens for countless years, existing in a state between life and death.

Now, Song Lin's arrival had broken this delicate balance.

Finally, he dissolved.

Before vanishing completely, Lord Lao Zi offered an apologetic smile and said:

"The burden falls upon you."

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