Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology-Chapter 716 - 616: The Feast of Immortal Pill, 10 Days in Divine Country_2

Flowers bloom and wither, the sun rises and sets.

The once magnificent undertakings, in the face of history's vast river, are ultimately but a small wave, an insignificant ripple.

A thousand years have passed.

Peace reigns within the realms; the rivers run clear and the seas remain calm.

The Three Realms fulfill their respective duties, coexisting in harmony.

Heaven, Earth, Mortals, Ghosts, Gods, Demons, and Monsters are divided into distinct regions, free from mutual interference.

Back then, the Jade Emperor had a theory: the mutual slaughter among the living beings of the Three Realms was an act of destiny, of nature.

But Song Lin did not agree with this viewpoint.

While chaos and disorder were indeed the world's primordial state, it does not mean this state is rightful.

If the world seeks progress, it cannot be separated from order.

This is the reason for humanity's existence, as well as the foundation for the birth of tribes, nations, sects, and other organizations.

To rule the world without management—would that not make the Heavenly Court's establishment a waste?

With the Great Thousand World's boundless resources, Song Lin believed there was still much room for improvement. While achieving the ideal of "everyone as a dragon" might be impossible, at least building a stable path for everyone's growth was achievable.

A thousand years of time have seen Song Lin's vision implemented.

The Heavenly Court did not adopt the exploitative model of small thousand worlds supporting itself. It did not suppress the regions to solidify its rule but instead fully provided opportunities for regional development.

The 31st Small Thousand World.

Ning Country, a mortal nation. Beilu City.

This location lies at the curve of the great Wanliu River, which spans Ning Country. It is also an area prone to frequent flooding.

It is currently the dry season, and along the riverbanks, two hundred thousand laborers are diligently working.

Their primary tasks include clearing sediment, digging river channels, and transporting stones.

However, the methods differ from traditional ones. Traditionally, laborers transported materials manually bit by bit, often resulting in half of them dying.

Now, tools are used. Larger stones are carried by certain automatic walking iron carts, which are powered by what is referred to as Spirit Stones—essentially, Mica imbued with absorbed Sun Essence and Moonlight.

Ordinary laborers use iron tools, hoes, and wheelbarrows embedded with Spirit Stones.

Even the hardest marble crumbles like tofu in the face of tools imbued with transcendent power.

This is the largest engineering project since the founding of Ning Country—redirecting the waters of the Wanliu River.

The Wanliu River irrigates more than half of Ning Country, yet periodically occurring floods have claimed countless lives among the populace.

According to the Imperial Astronomical Bureau, over the three thousand years since Ning Country's founding, ten billion people have perished under the floods.

This project was originally deemed a pipe dream, but after the Donghua Heavenly Court took control of this realm, it became a reality.

The project is overseen by the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel Affairs, Hai Qing, who is known among the populace as the "Noble Lord of Justice."

At the government office, Hai Qing, dressed in burlap clothing with pant legs rolled up, stands with mud-covered feet.

"Everyone, there's just one final step. This is a great merit. After we die, each of us can become a deity."

"Truly?"

"Of course. The National Guardian Spirit King himself revealed it to me in a dream—how could it be false?" Hai Qing said with a smile.

The so-called National Guardian Spirit King is none other than Zhou Xuan.

Though Zhou Xuan lacked talent, his long lifespan and experience had provided him with substantial standing. When Donghua took dominion over this realm, Zhou Xuan was dispatched to this star to manage the global underworld.

He did not rely on old associations but instead worked conscientiously, doing much good and improving the ethos of this realm.

In this realm, mortals could accumulate merit and become deities after death, rely on innate talent to ascend to immortality, or, if that wasn't possible, train in Martial Arts. Successful cultivation granted two or three centuries of life as well as the chance to serve in the Heavenly Court as a Heavenly Soldier.

At Peach Hill, a few old men admired the flowers and drank wine.

Spring was in full bloom, and the gentle spring breeze brought an undeniable sense of comfort.

"Haha, to live long and see forever—what a delight!"

"Indeed, it's luck, pure luck. If it were the previous dynasty, I'd have likely been dead countless times over by now."

Zhou Xuan said, head swimming in intoxication.

Having exhausted his potential, he no longer bothered to strive. With endless longevity ahead, as long as he didn't violate the precepts and did his expected duties, wasn't the remaining time meant for enjoyment?

He wasn't the only one; many in the Heavenly Court adopted similar attitudes. For those constrained by their innate aptitude with no room for progress, enjoying life became their alternative.

Assigning Zhou Xuan to this remote place seemed as much a pension plan as a deployment.

Perhaps the Heavenly Court tacitly approved of such behavior.

Everything has its limits. If one reached their ceiling and continued to stubbornly push forward, they might harm their foundational being instead.

It was better to accept one's fate, be a steady anchor, and contribute in their own way.

"Come, drink on!" Zhou Xuan raised his cup, and the local immortals followed suit.

As the lively chatter continued—

A streak of tunneling light suddenly shot across the sky.

"Hmm?" Zhou Xuan looked up. It wasn't someone from this realm. Could it be the Heavenly Court summoning for war again?

"Hearken, the Heavenly Emperor's decree," the messenger announced solemnly, holding a golden Imperial Decree.

Everyone quickly stood to receive the proclamation.

The messenger had come to deliver news of the Heavenly Emperor's reemergence and to invite Zhou Xuan to participate in the Xuandan Conference.

"Xuandan Conference? Even I can attend?" Zhou Xuan said, surprised and delighted.

"Indeed, the Heavenly Emperor said that all old meritorious officials are invited."

"Wonderful, truly wonderful! His Majesty has not forgotten about me. I humbly accept the decree."

The same message echoed across the realms.

The old meritorious officials of Kunlun Zeng City, the Eight Sceneries Cultivation Realm, and the Outer Heaven Small Thousand Worlds were all summoned.

At the magnificent Palace of the Polestar.

The Warrior and Heavenly Ladies positioned rows of desks and chairs.

The newly emerged Song Lin sat upon the central throne.

Before him lay rows of pill bottles exuding an intoxicating fragrance that invigorated the spirit—an otherworldly scent that could elevate one to the heavens.

These were Immortal Pills, mostly Nine-Transformation Spirit Pills, with a few true Immortal Pills among them.

Over the years, beyond advancing his realm and crafting Magic Treasures—

Song Lin had also refined Immortal Pills. Though he didn't need most of them himself, his disciples would surely find them useful. Many were stuck at certain bottlenecks, and a single pill could resolve their dilemmas.

Before long, everyone had arrived.

"Qingyu, step forward."

Song Lin first summoned Qingyu.

A valiant and imposing woman, exuding a sharp and unyielding aura, stepped forward. She wore the Taiyin Crown and a Sun-Moon Dharma Robe, her dharma light flowing in brilliance, making it hard to meet her gaze directly.

"How long have you been stuck at Harmonization?" Song Lin asked, looking at the Deity of the Moon.

"Over six hundred years."

"Take this Immortal Pill—within a hundred years, you'll break through the bottleneck."

Song Lin handed one of the jade bottles to Qingyu.

The Donghua Heavenly Court was known for its clear rewards and punishments, with abundant rewards for those who achieved merit.

For someone like Qingyu, rewarding her with dharma coin or low-level magical tools held no meaning—it was better than nothing.

Song Lin's recent seclusion was motivated by a desire to consider the old disciples.

As it is said, when one gains the Way, even their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven alongside them. Given his capabilities now, he owed it to his older disciples to extend a helping hand.

For those below the Primordial Spirit bottleneck, he awarded Nine-Transformation Spirit Pills.

For those above the Primordial Spirit bottleneck, he awarded Immortal Pills.

While Immortal Pills could not guarantee a breakthrough, they could increase the odds by several folds.

If the breakthrough still couldn't be achieved, it would simply be a matter of insufficient destiny. Song Lin could then claim to have done his utmost.

After the banquet, everyone had received the pills suitable for them, sparking another wave of seclusion cultivation in the Donghua Heavenly Court.

Song Lin went back into seclusion once more.

Several Jiazi passed.

Beyond the Great Thousand World, a group of people dressed in black robes, carrying ghostly green lanterns, roamed the void.

They were the Donghua Heavenly Court's Lantern Inspection Team, patrolling the Great Thousand Void to eliminate potential threats to the safety of the Medium Thousand Realms.

Another team was tasked with exploring the outer regions. Thanks to the lanterns, they could return at any time, making the endeavor relatively safe.

The group wandered the void for an indeterminate time.

"Wait!"

Suddenly, someone noticed something unusual ahead.

"What's this?"

The scene before them left everyone stunned.

Ten suns hung in the sky, stretching over an infinite Divine Nation.