Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology-Chapter 295 - 266: Ghost Gate Opens, Mount Tai Woman

"True Emperor?"

Chenhua exclaimed in surprise.

Wasn’t he just an ordinary demon thief? Similar to past figures like Zhang Jiao or Sun En.

Using his slight abilities to create chaos, only to eventually be taken down by Heaven.

What kind of thing is a True Emperor?

Chenhua had lived for five to six hundred years, spanning three dynasties, and in his experience, so-called emperors were nothing more than those with strong armies and vast resources.

These three Supreme Elders of Emei were all independent immortals: Xuanqing, Xuanyuan, and Xuanling.

Xuanyuan, in the middle, seemed to understand Chenhua’s thoughts and chuckled:

"The so-called True Emperor refers to an emperor acknowledged by Heaven, different from ordinary emperors who rely on armies and manpower. Only after three generations of an emperor can one be called a True Emperor."

"What is the difference between the two?"

"The True Emperor is the Human Emperor acknowledged by Heaven, a Holy Emperor who reigns over the Four Seas, demons, ghosts, humans, divine spirits, and even specters!"

Upon hearing this, Chenhua was utterly shaken.

Only now did he understand the terrifying nature of Song Lin.

In the past, emperors who lacked Heaven’s acknowledgment were unable to cultivate. They were merely managers of a regime—cultivators, eunuchs, or even ordinary powerful ministers could easily take their lives.

But now things were different.

Imagine a Holy Emperor sitting atop the throne, wielding immense power, overseeing the Four Seas and the entire universe, possessing mana and unparalleled resources from Shenzhou—what a horrifying existence!

Such a dynasty would be immovable.

Even thousand-year sects and Wannian sects would be inferior by comparison.

"No, this must not happen. This is far too terrifying!"

Chenhua muttered to himself, determined to stop this man!

This world cannot be left under the rule of a demon thief like Song Lin.

"Master Bai Mei delivered this message and whispered it to me in person!"

The more Chenhua listened, the more puzzled he became, and he said, "Seven Beauties? What do Qiyun and Mu Feng have to do with this?"

The Seven Beauties had not fallen at Song Lin’s hands that day.

When Song Lin unleashed a massacre across the land, his targets were Chenhua and Zhengxin.

The Seven Beauties, notorious for their deeds of killing and treasure-hunting, often stayed away from the frontlines. By the time Song Lin made his move, this group had fled to the outskirts of the battlefield and remained unscathed.

"Qiyun and Mu Feng were left behind as two sleeper agents by the Grandmaster. Do you still recall the three magic treasures left by the Grandmaster?"

"Of course. The Everlasting Lamp Flame and the Yin Yang Swords!"

The Yin Yang Swords, with their overwhelming Evil Qi, were suppressed at the bottom of Emei Mountain.

The Yin Yang Swords had been wielded by two previous masters, both of whom ascended to immortality. Legend had it that the swords were the key to ascension—Chenhua had contemplated them many times but still found no clues.

"Could it be..."

"Exactly! The two are the next destined wielders of the Yin Yang Dual Swords. The Taiji Yin Yang Formation left by Master Bai Mei exists solely for these swords—the secret of Emei Mountain’s full sect-wide ascension lies in the harmony of the dual swords and the Taiji Yin Yang Formation."

"Enough talk—have them master the swords quickly. Within this period, ensure the entire world is embroiled in chaos. Before the Heavenly Calamity one year from now, set the stage for a battle of righteousness versus evil. Let their blood pave the way to immortal ascension!"

The eyes of the three elders glistened with fervor.

The union of the dual swords—peerless under Heaven.

Even the Holy Emperor could do nothing.

He would merely become a stepping stone for Emei’s grand ascension.

With that, the three elders disappeared.

"To plunge the world into chaos?"

Chenhua murmured to himself, suddenly struck by an idea.

To plunge the world into chaos—was now not the perfect opportunity?

Originally, he had wanted to ignore mortal affairs, letting the tides of the world shift as they pleased.

But now it seemed that standing idly by was no longer an option.

The demon thief Song Lin’s power had grown too immense, and he stood directly opposed to the Righteous Path. Joining Jing Country to defeat him was the only choice.

As the two countries engaged in fierce conflict, only then would true chaos envelop the world.

At this thought, Chenhua issued the Righteous Path Summon to rally the forces of righteousness.

These individuals had previously been persuaded by him to ignore the rise and fall of dynasties; now, however, persuading them to oppose Xuan Country seemed much easier.

With Xuan Country advancing toward the north, and given Song Lin’s domineering nature, his actions were certain to infringe upon cultivators’ interests. The Righteous Path would naturally side with Chenhua.

The demons of Jing Country would not refrain from joining either.

After all, until Shenzhou was unified, the interests of both sides remained aligned.

Taishan.

The night was as dark as ink, casting the mountain into pitch-black shadows.

Faint starlight converged at the summit, forming a scene of celestial reverence.

An eerie stillness pervaded the surroundings—birds, beasts, serpents, and insects had all fallen silent.

It was the day of the Ghost Gate’s opening.

A colossal black vortex appeared between Heaven and Earth.

Countless Yin Wind swept through, and the haunting cries of ghosts and wolves echoed across the land.

From the vortex emerged legions of souls, their numbers akin to swarms of ants.

Among them were fallen generals, deceased soldiers, water ghosts, yaksha, demons, and malevolent spirits.

Some were as massive as mountains, while others were small as mosquitoes.

Demonic Qi soared into the heavens, seemingly staining the moon blood-red.

"Ha ha! I, the Three-eyed Ghost King, have returned!"

A towering figure akin to a mountain, with horns and fangs, roared in fury.

The Ghost Gate remained open for only one night.

And on this night, he intended to revel to his heart’s content.

Evil Qi surged into the skies!

As if a Divine King had descended!

At that moment, a golden pathway descended upon the mountain peak.

Dazzling sunlight illuminated the demons, causing black smoke to rise from their skin as they screamed in agony.

The Sun God Car landed directly above the Ghost King’s head.

"Impudent!"

The Three-eyed Ghost King roared angrily.

Yet, when his gaze fell upon the figure within the car, his anger was replaced by a trembling chill, his previously intense aura quickly diminished.

"What did you say? Ghost King?"

Song Lin grinned faintly.

"My lord jests. What Ghost King? Just call me ’Three-eyed Bug,’ that’s all."

The Three-eyed Ghost King was secretly alarmed.

Who exactly was this man?

Even the car he rode in exuded an overwhelming suppressive force.

"Don’t hold back—I rather enjoyed your arrogance just now."

Ma Jiefu chuckled.

"I wouldn’t dare, I wouldn’t dare!"

The divine chariot had arrived, and the myriad ghosts submitted.

Afraid of the sunlight, the ghosts shrank into the darkest corners.

Song Lin considered briefly, then summoned three Divine Dragons.

Roar!!

In moments, the ghosts were devoured clean, and the dragons grew to two hundred zhang long.

These ghosts could not be allowed to escape—they would bring calamity to the world.

Even if it was only for a single night, the damage inflicted on living beings was immeasurable.

The two men entered the Ghost Gate.

The next moment, when they opened their eyes, they saw a majestic golden palace shrouded in hazy green mist.

The palace was in ruins, its main gates half-collapsed. Inside were thick layers of dust and spiderwebs, along with numerous foxes scurrying around.

"Shoo, shoo, move aside. We have esteemed guests arriving."

With a groan, the palace doors creaked open, and a kind old woman dressed in red emerged.

Upon seeing Ma Jiefu, the old woman smiled and said, "Little Ma has returned?"

"Greetings, Grandma Mount Tai!"

Ma Jiefu bowed respectfully.

This...

Song Lin was stunned.

Before entering, he had envisioned what the cave mansion of Lady Mount Tai might look like, but never had he expected it to be so decrepit—with no display of divine majesty and resembling a simple old lady’s house.

"This is the Holy Emperor Song Lin!"

Ma Jiefu introduced the two.

The old woman’s smile faded, replaced by a solemn expression as she said, "Mount Tai Woman pays respects to the Emperor."

This was the true Emperor!

Upon seeing the golden Emperor Seal on Song Lin’s brow, ancient memories were instantly conjured in her mind.

Ma Jiefu produced a set of tables, chairs, and tea, inviting the two to sit down, while the foxes within the ruined palace cautiously peered at Song Lin through a crack in the door.

"Honored goddess, why have you fallen to such a state? What has caused this domain to deteriorate so?"

Song Lin asked straightforwardly. freeweɓnøvel~com

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